Author Archive for Slick Tiger



11
Aug
11

What the Emoticons You Use Say About Your Mental Health

406268It must have been a truly epic, universe-changing moment the first time man sat down to write something and after accidentally placing a colon next to a closed bracket, realised he’d just made a smiley.

“Hey guys! Guys! You gotta see what just happened!”

“What, what did you do? Cure cancer? Discover a cure for AIDS? Become immortal? TELL US!”

“Something way, way better than all those things. Check it out…”

🙂

“Woooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh… That’s… that’s fucking AWESOME MAN! It’s like, now when I’m happy, I don’t need to write ‘I’m happy’ I can just use that convenient arrangement of punctuation, hooray!”

And so on, and so on.

Of course once emoticons started being used (which Wikipedia tells me was sometime around 1982), teenage girls the world over took things to a whole other level and before we knew what hit us, there were literally hundreds of the fucking things smiling, winking, crying and frowning their way across cyberspace at us like a yellow circus of over-emotional disembodied heads.

 

 

And yet, as with most things in life, when faced with so many choices as to how to express oneself through the use of these clever little icons, most people defaulted to only using one, two at the most, over and over and over again.

So here’s a summary of your current state of mental health according to the emoticons you use the most often based on extensive scientific research by SlickTiger Industries. Dig it.

 

Smile The Regular Smiley

Emotionally bankrupt. By far the most common of the whole bunch, people who use regular smileys are uninspired, emotionally distant, bored and boring. Don’t be fooled into thinking they are happy. These people need industrial strength anti-depressants to feel anything close to happiness.

 

 

Open-mouthed smile The SUPER SMILEY

Psychopath. People who use the SUPER SMILEY are hiding something. No one is that happy, it’s just not humanly possible. There’s a good chance this person has just murdered someone in cold blood and fed their remains to pigs. Never go to a cabin in the woods alone with the SUPER SMILEY person, and if you do, you better make sure it puts the lotion on its skin…

 

 

Winking smile The Winky Face

Paedophile. Either that or deranged sexual predator. Even the name “winky face” immediately conjures mental images of the old dude in the brown duster that used to hang around our pre-school with a bag of candy and a grin that would make Freddy Kruger run crying to his mom. The Winky Face says “I collect restraining orders”. Unless you ever had a burning desire to have your face printed on a milk carton, run far, far away.

 

 

Surprised smile The Shocked Smiley

Closet nymphomaniac. The whole acting shocked thing is all a big lie – this is the internet fer chrissake! NOBODY gets shocked anymore. If you’re blind dating a girl who sends this emoticon at any stage during your correspondence, you can bet money she’ll put out on the first date. If a guy uses this, I got bad news ladies, he’s a flaming homosexual.

 

 

Smile with tongue out Pulling Tongue Smiley

Junkie. Pulling Tongue Smiley users are strung out on drugs and have been for quite some time now. The pulling tongue smiley is commonly interpreted as being fun or cheeky, but don’t be fooled. This person does boatloads of drugs, and not the good variety. We’re talking about the kinda guy that huffs glue and paint fixative to wake up in the morning and then klaps a button of Mandrax mixed with BB tabacco in a hollowed out koki for breakfast. This person WILL steal your stereo at some stage or another, that’s a given.

 

 

Sad smile Sad Face

Emotional blackmailer. People whip these bad boys out when they want to lay the guilt on nice and thick. “Wen u comin home? :-(“ or “Missd u @ church y/day :-(“ are common examples of how this emoticon is used to dial the guilt right up to the “1000 hail Marys” mark. People don’t use these when they’re sad. They use them when they want to make YOU sad. Don’t play those petty games, tell them to man up and get off the fucking cross. The world has enough martyrs.

 

 

Crying face Crying Face

Suicidal. But not the “I’m going to eat a bullet” kind of suicidal, more like the “I’m going to go put my head in the oven now” kind of suicidal. These people cut themselves with pencil sharpener blades and then blame it on their non-existent cats. They listen to Anthony And The Johnsons and read to old people and secretly pray they’ll never live that long.

 

 

Disappointed smile Nothing Face

Sociopath. Probably the most obvious of the whole bunch. On the outside this person is a respected investment banker, but behind closed doors he chops people up with an axe whilst humming Huey Lewis And The News songs.

 

 

So there you have it boys and girls, all the most common smileys and the associated mental disorders of their frequent users summed up based on decades of extensive research.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go pick up a random hitch hiker and take him / her through to this great little cabin I found in Elgin, super stoked Open-mouthed smile

-ST

10
Aug
11

A Song You Probably Havent Heard In 10 Years

Babylon Zoo - The Boy With The X-Ray EyesBack in the 90s (as with any decade I guess) there were some bands that released killer tracks and then just as quickly faded into complete obscurity, only to surface again at the most random times in our lives.

It’s 3am and you’re listening to Cradock FM and the next thing you know, “Spaceman” by Babylon Zoo starts blasting through the speakers. Remember that one? Christ, giving away my age here…

Anyway, I’ve made it my mission to track down some of the songs that really meant something to me that have since vanished into thin air and this is one of them.

The band is called Dishwalla, which sounds completely random right? Wrong, “Dishwalla” is a Hindi word. Meaning it must have some higher significance, some mystical relevance right? Wrong, it’s what they call people who “provide cable television” (?).

 

 

Anyway, back in 1996 they had some moderate success with a song that started randomly playing in my head a couple of days back, just snatches at first, then enough lyrics to do a quick Google search and track the band down and bada bing bada bang! Here it is Winking smile

The song’s called “Counting The Blue Cars” and goes like this…

 

 

For me, it reminds me of a winter I spent with my cousins in Natal when it snowed. I couldn’t have been much older than 12, but I’ll never forget how the world looked when we woke up that morning and everything around us was covered in a soft white blanket of snow.

Later that day we missioned outside to make snowmen and ended up wandering all over my cousin’s farm to find where the most snow had fallen so we could build snowmen like Calvin.

 

 

We eventually wandered so far from home, it was easier to call from the local pub than it was to walk all the way back, so we did and my cousin’s older sister picked us up in her car and this song was playing.

Crazy how vividly this song brings that all back.

That’s the power of music I guess, and the reason why I can’t live without it.

-ST

09
Aug
11

A Post From SlickTiger To The Women Of SA

Decker1We’re going to keep today’s post nice and quick because it’s a beautiful day in Cape Town today and I’d rather be out spoiling my woman somewhere where we can soak up the sun and sip a cocktail or ten.

Today is about celebrating women for the beautiful and crazy creatures they are because even though they might drive us completely insane from time to time and are basically nearly impossible to figure out, the love of a good woman can save even the most wretched of souls.

And besides that, if you had to take women out of the equation completely and just fill the world with men I think it would very closely resemble hell.

We’d probably fill our time with war, death, torture, fighting, killing, maiming, destroying, obliterating, eviscerating and sodomy. More sodomy than you could shake a rubber ball gag at – does that sound like fun to you?

 

 

Fuck no. So the next time your girlfriend busts your balls because you’re left the dishes for three days or you spend too much time getting rat faced with your buddies than you do hanging out with her buying shoes, just keep that thought in mind.

Girls bring balance to the force. Life without them would be fucking miserable.

So thank you girls, all of you out there (and especially the ones who read this site. You are a rare breed and a continual reminder that not all girls are about lip gloss, the Ellen Degenerate Show and celebrity gossip. I salute you).

 

 

Please never decide to leave this planet en mass because you’ve had enough of us. I know we can be retarded sometimes, but we can also be strong, brave, understanding and great at opening pickle jars.

We need each other. Let’s both never forget that Winking smile

Happy Women’s Day.

-ST

08
Aug
11

Awesome Work Time-Wasters (Part V)

Mr Runner4Christ, I think I just hit the motherload of time wasters!

I started trying to write this post at about 11 and it’s now pretty much 2.30 and I’m STILL playing the fucking time-waster I found.

Quick disclaimer before we continue, I took leave today, otherwise I probably would have been fired outright for killing so much time playing this game.

The game’s called “Mr Runner 2” and basically all you do is mission through one level after the next at insane speeds trying to avoid getting skewered alive or plummeting to your death.

The graphics aren’t too bad, but my god the gameplay is addictive as smoking heroin! It’s your typical “starts-out-all-sunny-happy-and-easy” kind of game and you’ll find it’s dead simple to clock up gold and platinum medals in the first world without really breaking a sweat, but by the time you get to world 2, shit starts getting pretty goddamn challenging.

I’ve only made it to the third level on world 3, but that’s as far as I’m going because it’s fucking mid afternoon and I’m still lying in bed, fucking starving and feeling like I’ve just killed a lot of time I’ll never, never, never get back.

 

 

The challenge here is finish the game. Get through the levels to world 3 and actually finish it and I’ll be seriously impressed.

The gauntlet has been thrown down, gentlemen! Now kill the rest of the afternoon waiting for tomorrow’s public holiday to kick in and thank me later.

TOTAL TIME WASTED: 3 fucking hours!
TOTAL ENJOYMENT LEVEL: 75%
FINAL VERDICT: Much like crack, you’ll convince yourself that one more game won’t hurt, I mean, you can stop whenever you want, right?

-ST

05
Aug
11

10 Year Highschool Reunion

yearbook2Why is it that only the biggest assholes from your year actually miss being in highschool?

I don’t miss being in highschool. People who say highschool were the best years of their lives clearly never went to university.

They were ok years, don’t get me wrong. I made some great friends and I wouldn’t change that for anything, but the best years of your life?! I’d say that’s a bit of a stretch.

And yet here I am, sitting in the airport as you read this, about to fly back up to Jozi for my 10 year highschool reunion, but why?

It’s something I thought long and hard about in the shower yesterday (I do my best thinking in there), because besides a small handful of about 10 guys, most of whom I see on a pretty regular basis anyway, there’s really no one else attending the reunion that I want to see.

Also, no matter how much you’ve changed since highschool, it’s a given that the minute all the people in your year who haven’t seen you since you matriculated meet you, they treat you exactly like the guy they knew 10 years ago.

And you know what the crazy thing is? I’m totally fine with that. I’m totally fine with that because I still am that guy I was 10 years ago.

 

 

I feel exactly like that guy, the only thing that’s changed is I’ve found more of the words I was desperately looking for back then to explain the fucked up thoughts and ideas floating around like dead goldfish in the bowl of soupy water that is my skull.

There is great comfort in the thought that you are you, you will always be you and there’s nothing you ever have to do to make other people try and understand who you are.

Just be you.

I may not have made millions since I left school like I hoped I would. I may not be famous and living the rockstar lifestyle I’ve always dreamed of, but at the same time, I can stand proud and say I’ve found my own way in life.

 

 

I’ve found something I’m good at and that gives me fulfilment and pays the bills, how many people can say that?

Not to mention the fact that I’m wildly in love with the best, most gorgeous, funniest, sexiest, most generous, most tolerant (god knows!), most intelligent and most caring woman I have ever known. I mean fuck! People search their whole lives for this kind of love, and it just fell right into my lap.

So I’m excited for this weekend. It’ll be fun to see all my friends again and it’s been ages since I last got boozed on school property, so there’s always that.

You crazy kids have a killer weekend and I’ll see you all on the other side, hungover, but still alive and ready to fight another day Winking smile

-ST

04
Aug
11

SlickTiger Plays The Bad Guy

Creepy shadowTwo guesses what I just spent the last two hours doing and no, it wasn’t klapping gym or running around the forests of Cape Town wearing my underpants on the outside.

I was just sitting with my good buddy Supa Dan and a writer after my own black heart who goes by the name Frank Voorlaaier getting briefed on an idea Voorlaaier’s got for a short movie.

That’s right boys and girls, your buddy Slick’s jumping back in front of the camera, but this time he’s not playing a loveable gym klapping boychie or a happy-go-lucky necrophiliac, but the bad guy in a seriously badass horror movie.

Without going into too much detail, I basically get to terrorise the shit out of the main actor and then brutally murder three people, blood everywhere, yay!

 

 

To be perfectly honest I was actually really impressed with Voorlaaier’s idea. In a world where everything’s been done to death, he’s come up with a great premise for a seriously creepy short horror movie that he’s planning on entering into some competition or other.

Getting it right is going to be fucking tricky, but if we pull this off I’m pretty confident we’ll win the horror fest we’re entering hands down.

So watch this space, I’ll have a chat with Voorlaaier about getting the finished product up on this site for you guys to watch. We’re shooting the whole thing in two nights starting the weekend after next.

Good times I tell ya Winking smile

-ST

02
Aug
11

Awesome Work Time-Wasters (Part iv)

fuck-yeahOne thing that is universally true about guys is that if you give them a challenge, no matter how basic it may be, and the promise of a reward, they will literally bash away at that thing for hours and hours and hours until they either go nuts, or beat that challenge in a triumphant FUCK YEAH! moment.

How do you think TV games work? It’s a multi-million dollar industry built on the principle that men (and some women) LOVE the satisfaction they get from beating something, anything.

So why don’t you try beat your Tiger pal at something?

This game is actually retardedly simple, has basically no graphics to speak of and is playable by downloading and opening this 19k file in your browser (thanks again to my main man Clive for this one).

Click the link here to get it:  

 

Actually, no, don’t get it, it’s probably not worth playing. In fact, probably just turn away now and forget you ever read this, I mean the game is THAT simple.

Just beat my score of 18.8 seconds. Easy peasy Japanesey.

 

 

Oh, one other thing, apparently only “geniuses” can last for longer than 18 seconds, pffffftttt. I nailed it after 10 goes.

TOTAL TIME WASTED: 20 mins
TOTAL ENJOYMENT LEVEL: 60%
FINAL VERDICT: C’mon! Don’t be such a spazz! 18 seconds and you can finally confirm what you’ve known your entire life – you’re a genius!

Have fun! Winking smile

-ST

01
Aug
11

Okes Who Like To KLAP IT #4 – Wolfpack RFC Vs Durbanville 5

Wolfpack1Jassis ma charnas, but did I watch a HELLUVA flippin’ TIGHT rukby games on Saturday! It was just laaik that flippin’ movie ROCKY 1 when that MASSIVE AND RIPPED oke does all the one-arm pushups and then MOERS the meat in the freezer, only this time the BUFF CHARNA was WOLFPACK RFC and the meat in the freezer was Durbanville 5.

It was a game full of surprises, the first one being the fact that the flippin Durbanville 5 team kept flippin’ SCORING TRIES against the MONSTER OKES in the Wolfpack!

I could hardly believe my eyes and did at one stage think I’d klapped too many brandy and coke specials (R30 for two doubles and coke, are you FLIPPIN’ SERIOUS?!), especially when we got to nearly the end of the game and the Durbanville 5 okes were leading 25 – 20.

 

 

But you gotta say one thing about the BUFF CHARNAS in the Wolfpack RFC, not only are they FLIPPIN MASSIVE AND RIPPED, but flip ma boychay, they got a lotta heart and just like that movie with the metal oke from the future who comes back to the past and gets blown up and shot and run over with a truck and MOERED STUKKEND, when they decide they want to kill a oke, NOTHING can stop them.

In the last 5 MINUTES the Wolfpack RFC okes scored a try and converted themselves straight into victory. Okes couldn’t believe it. The Durbanville 5 charnas looked BROKEN while the Wolfpack fans punched the air and made the Wolfpack howl.

Even I cried a bit. Mostly because the brandy special ended, but also because I was happy for the BUFF CHARNAS of the Wolfpack.

But lemme tell you – the flippin GOOD TIMES were only starting. After the game we rode the party bus for about two hours all around Cape Town while the Wolfpack okes had a DAK fines meeting.

 

 

Okes were fined for everything! Dropped the ball you CHOP! FINE! Didn’t MOER a oke STUKKEND! FINE! Didn’t obey the BUFFALO rule (flip boet, are you STUPID?!) FINE!

 

 

And the okes who did the DUMBEST SHIT got the SUPER FINE – BOOZE IN A SHOE!

 

 

All in all, it was a flippin’ EMOTIONAL day. There were pushups, BUFF CHARNAS, 15 cases of beer and even a blonde belter! But just the one, next time I expect there to be at least 10! What are we? Durbanville 5?

So with the end of the season coming up, the Wolfpack RFC boychies are looking BUFF as ever and it wouldn’t surprise me if they win the entire LEAGUE and, like the metal oke from that movie, go back in time and MOER THEM ALL A SECOND TIME!

KLAP IT BOYCHIES!

-ST

29
Jul
11

WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!

africa-photos-284You guys aren’t going to fucking believe this, but I found out yesterday that the video I scripted, acted in, directed, half-shot and edited for the Nandos “How Far Will You Go” campaign fucking won!

I got the call yesterday from someone who introduced herself as a person handling Nandos communications, at which point I thought, “Thank fuck! They’re finally gonna give me the free meal vouchers they owe me” because I’m poor and I could really use some free food.

Then she tells me she has good news for me and I immediately think “YES! Chicken dinner tonight bitches!” but then she tells me I’ve won a R20 000 holiday anywhere in Africa and I instantly lose my shit completely!

So I guess the big question now is, where the hell do I go?! In a few days time a travel agent is going to contact me and send all kinds of options through for different travel packages all over Africa. It’s fucking crazy, the way I understand it all I have to do is pick and choose the packages I want that add up to R20k, book some leave and unleash myself on the continent!

 

 

So help me out here guys, the only place in Africa I’ve ever visited is Swaziland, that’s IT. Where would you go if you had a R20k travel budget?

I hear ZANZIBAR is fucking sick. I just like saying the word – ZANZIBAR!

Leave suggestions in the comments or hit me on tellthetiger@gmail.com.

You gotta love this crazy fucked up thing called life. Run around hungover with your underpants on the outside the one day and you’re jetting off across Africa the next.

Here’s the video I submitted if you’re wondering what the hell that last sentence means:

 

 

A HUGE thanks to my loving girlfriend J-Rab and Jennyjenjen for helping me turn that fucking weird idea for an ad into a reality. You guys rock, I seriously couldn’t have done it without you.

Have a killer weekend party people. If anyone’s heading through to Assembly tonight, come hunt me down for a celebratory drink or five Winking smile

-ST