The Blog's Title

So is been exactly approximately 6 months since the last post, and I've been eager to explain to title of the blog.

Let's cut to the chase, I was busy being lazy. That's were the problem started.

So I was too lazy make hotdog, but I had the sausages, I had the mayonnaise. Dipping the sausage in the mayonnaise jar made extremely simple midnight snack which involved no dish washing which is always taken into consideration when I'm making food.

While I was dipping and eating, dipping and eating, and I know it's double dipping, but that's not a thing, germs are everywhere, get use to it, build up that immune system. So ... As I was dipping, the sausage broke off, in the jar ... and there was no way in hell i was going to get it back without getting my hands saucy or retrieving a sausage drenched in mayonnaise. It was a lose, lose situation.

I eventually got a hold of the sausage which was dripping in cholesterol ... put it on a bun ... and ate ... climactic isn't it.

To morals that can be gathered from the story is actually what you want to take away from it.

One: Don't be bloody lazy.
Two: Give a little bit more effort, it won't come back to bite you in the ass.
Three: If you're only gonna be dipping the tip, pretty soon you'll gonna be all in, and then you have a bun in the oven.
Four: Getting out of trap is always going to require some effort.
Five: Man up, and own up to your mistake.
Six: Use Ketchup.

Good night and spread tight.
;)

Sweat Clouds

I recently moved to Kimberley for work and I think mainly because I thought it would've been good idea to just get away from everything for a while and start being a bit independent.

With everything, I mean overly attached girlfriends who expect (I guess) more from a relationship from what I actually can offer or want to offer, but the thing about moving is, it's not fun. it's not fun at all. Especially if you've been living with at least 3 or more other people in the same household for the past 24 years.

Now, you're all alone, you have to clean the house, you have to do the dishes, you have to do the laundry, you have to make food. These were all things that I took or granted and now they take up at least 2 to 3 hours out of my day, but experience is the only way one's suppose to learn..

I'm getting a maid first thing next month.

Jeez, I've gone of topic again.

The Sweat Clouds.

Now, I knew that Kimberley would be hot, but, o my sackness. it's blistering hot in this place. I recently went to the Department of Home Affairs to apply for a new ID document and they thought was a coloured person with this new tan got from working outside the last 2 months.

This is were the theory of the Sweat Clouds come in to play. During the mornings, there's not a cloud in the sky and as the day drags along, you start to notice the smallest scattering of clouds that forming in the sky.

I think this is people sweat evaporating and forming cloud in the sky, and that's actually a disturbing thought.

But on the curious side, what percentage of the cloud's volume (if you can call it that) is made up of water that evaporated from animals, humans, plants and not necessarilly from water masses?

And how does those massive ice balls during hailstorms stay in the sky or do they start forming their aerial assault on mankind and the unsuspecting farm-worker enjoying his daily newspaper in the outhouse whilst the royal barrage is coming down?

(I should probably google this, but for now, I like to ponder on this for a while)

Good night and spread tight.

1st Blog

So ... This is how a blog looks like.

It kinda feels like walking into a empty white room for the mentally unstable, or my apartment for a matter of fact.
Empty ... echo-y ... and a rather peculiar smell of bug repellent.
I'm talking about my new apartment by the way, not the blog site, otherwise it might seem like I'm a bit senile.

So, I think that's all for now. I have to do some training for the upcoming Midmar 1.6km swimming Marathon. Not too optimistic about that one for now, but we'll see how that goes.

That's the 1st one done and dusted.
More memories to come ... unless I die ... then this would be the last thing anybody would ever read about me ... I guess it should be something more substantial ... ... ...

Meh, they can look at my facebook photo's and use that for the ceremony.

Damn, my mind wanders off.
Good day and good night.
(I think a better sign off is in order ... but that's future-Martin's problem)