I told the witchdoctor I was in love with you And then the witchdoctor he told me what to do Those are the opening lines of the song "Witchdoctor" as recorded by David Seville and the Chipmunks - yep, Alvin, Simon and Theodore who later went on to animated fame - which my mom was quite keen on when she was growing up or whatever whenever it came out back in the 60s/70s or whenever it was. It's one of those gimmicky songs, like that blight on society "The Macarena" or the witty social commentary of "Barbie Girl" and stuff like that, which everyone loves at the time and then years later are all quite embarrassed about. Oh yeah the witchdoctor he told me what to do And he said "Ooh ee ooh ah ah Ting tang walla walla bing bang" (or "shama-lama dong-dong." I forget) Yeah, it's all very Salvador Dali, I know. Thanks, Witchdoctor, I'll try that, then. Too weird, man. I was driving into the university the other day, down a road I don't normally drive in on. I was obliged to take this path less travelled on account of it being flat and on account of the usual M3 highway route being quite mountainous and steep and on account of my clutch slipping somewhat and not really handling the inclines so well. Anwyay, about halfway between my mom's office, where I deliver her into the embrace of daily tedium, drudgery and general unappreciatedness, in the middle of Salt River, a crappy semi-industrial suburb (more urb than sub, it must be said), in which it was once very fashionable to live in the 30s and 40s but is now a bit of a dump house-wise and is kinda working-class and a bit of a hell-hole, by my modern .za white-boy middle-class standards. Nevertheless, one can always learn lessons as one meanders down the path less travelled; it is only less-travelled by me since it is in fact a major artery out if the city. The lesson learned there was this: You should always pay somebody who knows what is potting to help you develop your small business when it comes to naming, logos and slogans because that stuff is the stuff which people see of yours first. A case in point: a small chicken business. Chicken, for some reason, is more popular here than beef and pork, so chickenhouses abound. Exhibit a: Chicky Chick's. Slogan: For that chicky taste. Doesn't really conjure up the same sort of image as a KFC, it must be said. Oh yeah, and as a rule, South Africans can't spell and have no grammar. It is not unusual to see bad English on business cards, flyers, whole brochures, official websites, the works. Really pisses me off. [/soapbox] An IT joke. haha etc. -d-