We are all part of Risk Earth . . .

If I inexplicably disappear and am never heard of again, I have been “removed” because I spoke the truth . . . *beware*

I firmly believe that our existence on earth is contributed to Earth being the board game of Interstellar Beings playing Risk.

The object of Risk is “Risk is a turn-based game for two to six players. The standard version is played on a board depicting a political map of the Earth, divided into forty-two territories, which are grouped into six continents. The primary object of the game is “world domination,” or “to occupy every territory on the board and in so doing, eliminate all other players.” Players control armies with which they attempt to capture territories from other players, with results determined by dice rolls.” a la Wikipedia.

The game in action would look like this:

So, here’s what I think:

There are aliens (interstellar beings) playing the modified game of Risk Earth. The game is played with 16 dice and contestants are either single players or groups playing together. But, they are playing with US. We are the armies and the figurines in this game.

The player with the highest score on a round’s dice throwing, gets to draw a card from a “punishment” pack which he will then direct to one of his opponent’s countries – this may result in a natural disaster or even a disease to break out in there. Or he can choose a card from the “rewards” pack which will enable his country to gain advantage over others – for example the discovery of penicillin or the atomic bomb. We as humans are the pawns the game is played with.

When there are no possible winners/losers after a certain time has elapsed, the game is reset (e.g. ice age) and the game is started again.

Issues like religion or politics can either be a punishment or a reward to a country and it’s people.

We might even be living in an extended ant farm as an experiment in social studies – done by some alien teenager in a solar system 36 521 458 452 896 124 457 125 785 145 659 369 122 458 147 million light years away from us (we think); meanwhile we’re on it’s lab bench being watched under a microscope.

http://www.antstuff.net/

You just won’t know, would you?

NutterButter

 

I have no hope for South Africa . . .

I have been stumped yet again by my fellow South Africans this morning. I have no hope for the future of this country. (And then I’m not saying anything about Malema’s new political party and his ideologies . . .)

http://www.biography.com/people/nelson-mandela-9397017

Taking into account that tomorrow is Nelson Mandela‘s 95th birthday and he’s been on life support in hospital for a few weeks now:

The question on Facebook by a retail store this morning:

Tomorrow marks 95th birthday of Nelson Mandela. What birthday wishes do you have for Tata Madiba?

Some of the answers:

* Long life madiba

* Speedy recovery

* Recovery in such a way that he goes back to his home and sort things out between his children.

* Speedy recory,,,,

* For him to be realized from his hospital bed, GET WELL SOON CDE

* To get well as possible. Bed in not a place for him bt home its where i want him.

* Long live tata long live

* Speedy recovery…

* Long Life Tata. Love u.

* best wishes and quality of life.

Really?

He’s 95 and you wish him a long life? fuck Really? And to be realized from his bed? And to go and sort out things between his children? His grown and greedy children? HE must go and do it?

Are you fuckin’ sick unwell?

Let the man rest, for God’s sake. Let him go!

Most of us won’t even see 80, never mind 95.

Enough already.

My wish for Nelson Mandela is peace. And to let go, he’s done enough. Thank you Gramps.

ButterNut

 

Opposite . . .

If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fiction, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture.

(New) photographers, artists, poets: show us OPPOSITE.

Not entirely sure whether this qualifies, but for me, this is opposite. We were in the hot air balloon when we drifted over this little pond. My hubby hung over the edge of the basket to get this shot.

Hot air balloon ride 3 March 2012 – Wedding Anniversary Experience

Butter(drifting)Nutter

 

Far gone . . .

Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISTANCE.

This one is far gone . . . this one has traveled the DISTANCE.

Taken in Kruger Park in September 2011 – BBNut

NutterButter

 

All welcome, but . . .

Daily post: Who is the one person you hope isn’t reading your blog? Why?

I am not afraid to speak my mind. If I feel a certain way about something/someone, I will stand by my opinion until proven wrong, with conviction. Sometimes I just need to vent and for some strange reason, it makes me feel as if someone “out here” is listening. That immediately takes away the anger and frustration.

The only person I hope never reads my blog would be the one who would use my words against me. The one who would deliberately confuse the intention of the “spoken word”, twist it around and use it to hurt others.

I write what I feel. I write what I think. I share how/what I am.

Like it or don’t. Read it or don’t.

ButterNutter

 

Fandom? No, thank you.

Are you a sports fan? Tell us about fandom. If you’re not, tell us why not.

I  might be coerced to watch snippets of Wimbledon(m), the Tour de France, the Olympics (summer, winter and special), the Comrades and such; all depending on who’s watching with me. I do not watch cricket, golf, tennis, bowls and soccer. No, not even when Bafana Bafana is playing.

I might watch some rugby games (whichever ones my hubby’s watching) and might make a special effort to check in when the Springboks are playing.

Sport was never big in our house growing up. My parents did not watch it, so neither did I. I played netball from grade five to grade 11 (for the various grades’ A teams), but the-one-who-called-himself-my-father made me stop when I was in matric. I would have played for the 1st team that year. @sshole.

I live in Blue Bull Country: Pretoria.

I started getting interested in rugby in matric because my husband-to-be played rugby and when I was allowed, I went to watch his games. I also supported him when he played student rugby at Technicon.

When I was younger, I used to support the Bulls. I even had a Blue Bulls flag and shirt. I EVEN went to watch a game on Loftus once. I guess this is where the aversion to sport fans started.

People spoiled rugby for me. Fans. Supporters.

Not only Blue Bulls supporters, but supporters of most other SA Super 15 rugby teams.

When “they” lose a game, it’s always either the referee’s or the other teams underhandedness’s fault, never their own. When “they” win, and the other team’s supporters are claiming the same reasons, they’re made off as bad losers. And boo’ed.

Not only that, but they get really, really nasty. Really, Really nasty. Not only verbally, but on social media as well. I’ve seen people react in ways that I would NEVER have attributed to them. Ways that made me cringe for their sake. I guess that’s when the true colours come out.

And so I try and avoid people like that. And thus the sport they support.

Since we’ve become friends with Graatjie and the General, we’ve been exposed to POWERLIFTING. Like every sport it has it’s own special kind of participants and supporters. Cheerers and grumblers. Rules and benefits. The happy and the disgruntled. I’ve had the opportunity to witness some of the lifters on the recent SA Powerlifting Championship 2013.

The top guys are all supportive of each other, even though they sometimes compete for the same title/record. They’re humble and normal. Yes, I know that (as with all sport) there is also backstabbing, bitching and moaning. But overall, they’re the nicest group of men I’ve seen competing in a long time.

Well done to the General who they’re all in awe of. Who they revere by calling him Master. The Top Dog.

I am proud to know him. And by association, the powerlifters. And last (but at all not least) Graatjie, my maatjie. 😀

ButterNutter

 

No, I don’t like tables turned.

Are you as comfortable in front of a camera as behind one? Being written about, as well as writing?

No. I do not like being in photographs, I am not as photogenic as my husband is. I don’t like being focused on, thus don’t like being the center of attention in any situation.

I would much rather take the photo, than be in it. I’m also not the kind of photo-taker that would push people out of the way to get in front, to get the best shot. I would much rather take my shot from the sidelines, focusing on the outsiders, the separate, the alone. the to-one-side.

I love it when my husband writes about us – however, in most of his stories, I’m portrayed as the Dragon Lady who’s very stern and strict, who does not allow him fun drinking time with his pals and waits behind the door when he stumbles home, drunk like usual, in the early morning hours (ready to enforce my abhorrence of his drinking with a cake roller). 😉

http://reignofdragons.wikia.com/wiki/Dragon_Lady

I love it when he writes about how much I mean to him and how much he loves me, because it still amazes me that he chose ME to spend his life with. That’s he’s sticking with he through thick and thin (thicker than thinner, mind you). That he gets my jokes and can’t wait for me to get home after work. That he eats what I cook and takes me out even though he’s not in the mood. That he fixes my buggerups mistakes and still loves me.

Obviously I would not want him to write about my less favourable character traits. We all have them, but prefer to have them hidden in private where it’s safe and locked away.

Butter-shadow-Nut

 

My word!! Geocaching in South Africa!!

The first word ever I’ve heard about Geocaching was from this post on Project Light of Life.

It looks like fun! AND there’s caches in South Africa as well!!

This looks like a nice adventure to participate in when you’re on the road!

ButterNut(Hunter)

 

A rolling stone gathers no moss . . .

If you could live a nomadic life, would you? Where would you go? How would you decide? What would life be like without a “home base”?

My husband’s ideal job would be to be Kingsley Holgate‘s driver.

I recon they’d look alike as well! 😉

If I had another start at working life, (I admit) I would have liked the life as adventurer.

I would have done the same as Kingsley and the guys from Voetspore.

I would have traveled to open the world to others. To help, to educate, to SEE.

If money was no option, I would travel the world. Writing and photographing as I (we) go.

I guess we all have a home base, even if it’s “sort off”. If not, I’d travel from one destination to the other, staying longer in a place where there’s need and help if I can. I guess if you have the basics you need, you don’t need to have lots of “stuff” – the same stuff that we surround ourselves with daily.

Life would have been different, sure. And I’d have a whole heap of stories to tell.

Butter-Travel-Nut

 

What do I have to barter with?

If the world worked on a barter system, how would you fare? Would you have services to barter? Would you be successful, or would you struggle?

According to me, the world DOES work on a barter system. There’s no such thing as a free lunch and everybody needs to earn a living. Something for something, not nothing for something. Even if the price is not even implied, it is there.

I pitch at work and either work or pretend that I work. At the end of the month my input is measured and my boss then decides to either pay me or pretend to pay me. Something for something.

If we were living in a world without money, I know a lot of people who would die. They won’t be able to build their own “houses” or even a lean-to. They would expect people to provide for them – purely for the benefit of knowing them.

I would do anything I can to provide for my family. Anything being either making something to fulfill a need of someone else or doing a vital task that they would reward me for. I would be completely happy receiving food/clothes/commodities in exchange for my products/services.

I am multi-skilled, so I think I would be able to survive.

Butcher, baker and candlestick maker.

Butter-BBCM-Nut

PS: And I would definitely marry my husband again, he can do ANYTHING!! 😀