Sentience in a seed-pod

But we did have drinks.

On Saturday I walked up the mountain at around 3pm and ended up at the cable station at about 9pm. I always do this. I cannot go up the mountain myself or I will continue to walk until I die. I found a plaque to commemorate the efforts of one Frank Jarman (?-1904), a forrester who planted lots of beautiful trees on Table Mountain.

I admire the man, and he had a brilliant view, as did I on Saturday. I looked him up on the internet. The only reference I could find was some crap article on IOL. I hate bleeding heart indigenous plant lovin' nancies. "Ooh, we have to save the fynbos."

Fuck off! Fynbos is scratchy, smelly and ugly. Survival of the fittest. Let it die, die, die. Extinction is as natural a process as evolution, or creation if that's your kick.