02
Apr
14

Masters Of Sex – Three Reasons Why You Have TO Watch This Show

MV5BMjMxNzE1NzY2NV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTgwNTk5ODMxMDE@._V1_SY317_CR4,0,214,317_I don’t think a lot of people know about a little show I like to call Masters Of Sex because the handful of people I’ve told about it all return my enthusiasm with blank stares.

So far they’ve only shot one season but are in the process of shooting season two which will probably air later this year. From what I can tell season one was pretty well received which is weird because no one’s seen it.

My advice is get your filthy mitts on it as soon as humanly possible, wait for a rainy weekend and smash the whole season in two days. Here’s why…

01
Apr
14

Daddy Blogger! Hahaha! Never!

nelsonYeah, that last one was an April Fools Winking smile 

From the perspective of making this site more attractive to marketers, attracting more advertising revenue and establishing a devoted base of readers, becoming a Daddy Blogger would certainly be the smart move, but since when have I ever made a “smart move”?

I know that earlier post caused a lot of uproar with countless people on Twitter shouting from the rooftops that I’d “sold out” turned into “a softie” or just plain “gone mad”, but I assure you none of those sentiments are true (except for going mad. “All work and no play…”).

01
Apr
14

The Death Of SlickTiger, The Birth Of Papa Slick

1560429_10153705679445099_1975768195_nThe future of this site is something that plagues me almost daily. I’ve spent nearly five years blogging on this platform and have gone through a rollercoaster of ups and downs trying to figure out what this site is.

Over the years, that’s become one of my least favourite questions to be asked, “So you’re a blogger? What’s your blog about?To which I sheepishly reply, “I dunno… stuff…?”

It’s the biggest strength and weakness of this site. It isn’t about anything. Well, that’s all about to change boys and girls because, following the positive response I’ve gotten from the posts about The Cub, from now on www.slicktiger.co.za will officially become a Daddy-blog.

31
Mar
14

Escape Monday: There Is No Escaping Monday

438744This is normally the post where I ease you guys into the week with some beautiful images I find in my travels around the interwebs, but sadly that ain’t happenin’ today.

After a year or so of Escape Monday posts, one of the photographers I featured actually wrote to me recently and said “Take my images down. They aren’t yours and I never said you could use them.”

I argued that I had given him full credit for the images, provided links back to his site and heaped praise on his work. I wasn’t making a cent off it or trying to pass it off as my own, what was the big deal?

28
Mar
14

Black Keys Kick Out A Friday Jam

20140321-blackkeys-x600-1395439282It ain’t over till it’s over. So fucked up how the world works – you take work home, some fucking brain-meltingly gigantic piece of hell you have to work through and guaranteed, fucking guaranteed, your kid cries all night.

I walked around with my daughter in my arms for an entire fucking hour 12.30am to 1.30am. My shoulder is fucked. You think lifting weights fucks you up? Try just holding an 8kg weight for an hour and we’ll talk.

Anyway, let’s just play this Black Keys track off the new album and try to put it all behind us for a day or two. The Black Keys understand. They got your back home-boi.

27
Mar
14

Different Rain

artworks-000017435596-0tcnzc-cropYou get different kinds of rain. In Joburg you get huge fat drops that fall from cloud blackened skies and become storms that thunder down on roofs, flooding gutters and turning the roads into rivers.

I drove through a couple of those. It’s the only time Joburg drivers slow down. During one varsity break we went through a particularly bad one, me and three friends in my Citi Golf.

The visibility was zero. It felt like I was driving through a lake. A pinecone two fists big bonked my bonnet so hard we nearly shat ourselves. We were so happy to get home we got blind drunk and went jumping in puddles.

26
Mar
14

A Thousand Promises Of Pain To Come

MarvI never forgot that line, the one from Sin City after Marv snaps the cuffs on that weird little freak and knocks him the fuck out. They cut to this epic shot of Marv having a smoke, covered in blood.

He says: “I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs. My muscles make me a thousand promises of pain to come”. For some reason I never forgot that line.

Especially the part about the promises of pain to come. I finally trained again yesterday, it was a giant pile of dogshit session, I was weak as a kitten and running on fumes before I was even half done.

25
Mar
14

“Turn Blue” Video Is All Kinds Of Creepy

Turn BlueI could try to explain to you crazy kids about how snowed under I’ve been lately, but I think that much is evident from how few and far between the posts on this site are.

The two pillars that keep me balanced are blogging and training. As long as I’m blogging every day from Mon – Fri and training three times a week or more, I feel like I’m moving forward.

As I write this, I haven’t seen the inside of a gym for nearly a month and I’ve blogged maybe twice in the last three weeks. All I have been doing is working and I wish I could say it’s letting up, but it isn’t.

17
Mar
14

The Cub Speaks!

The CubI can’t say I’ve been having many great days this month (as you might have noticed by the lack of posts), but I had a great moment yesterday, one that has made everything else worth it.

I’ve been trying to get The Cub to say a particular word. I’ve been pretty tenacious about it – making sure I repeat it and point to what it describes at least 5 times a day.

I think about two weeks ago she figured out exactly what the word meant and why I want her to say it because every time I said it to her, she got this naughty little grin and immediately clammed up.

11
Mar
14

The Tiger Hears A Song Hidden in a 528 Year Old Painting Of Hell. Gets Totally Spooked Out.

xir216640First off, a little context. It’s nearly 1am as I post this, J-Rab and The Cub went to sleep hours ago, I’m in the spare room of our flat alone and the wind is blowing at gale force outside.

So I’m a long way away from your comfy office swivel-chair where you’re sipping your morning coffee under bright fluorescent light, surrounded by all your office pals.

Second off, a little history. When I was about 12 years old, I spent a holiday with my cousins in Natal. During that particular holiday it snowed for about two days so when we weren’t outside building snowmen, we were inside making puzzles, one of which depicted Hell.