Just putting it out there...

Clearly this experiment needs somewhat of a catalyst because my hit counter (bottom of screen) only seems to go up when I add to the page. I've therefore decided to start putting my name out there. Thats the 'what', the 'how' is a whole new problem and the 'when' is as soon as I've solved the how... Complicated? Whatever.

Gate-crashing isn't cool.

I took a little break from my hectic studying the other day to meet a few mates as well as some rather important guests. The likes of Windhoek lager, Charles Glass and Mr Hansa Pilsner were among the VIP's.


Things were going well with the conversation getting louder and funnier as the night went on. A couple of hours into the evening even Johnny Walker managed to find his way through the door, calming things down a bit and turning the conversation a little more serious. Things like 'she really broke my heart' and 'I thought she was the one' were thrown around the room. Not ideal having to listen to that but, apparently, that's what mates are for. As things got more and more serious I found myself planning a sneaky exit (I'm well known for just disappearing at 'that stage of the night'). However halfway through executing my cunning exit Jose Cuervo barged through the door. This was when things really went pear. Why would anyone invite him to a chilled gathering amongst friends. He not only runs around like a headless chicken but also has an uncanny knack of taking you on wild adventures into the early hours of the morning. He even has the ability to delete your memory which can be really dangerous. He left me talking to a member from the opposite sex who I had never seen before. One minute I'm chilling at the bar with a glass of whiskey and Bang, I'm on the DF doing god knows what to god knows who.


All good until it decided to ask if I knew its name...


It: Whats my name?

Me: (chin on floor) Uhh... Whats my name?

It: (horrified) You don't remember my name!?

Me: (on the attack) Well clearly you don't remember mine either!

It: (hand on hip) Its #correct name#!

Me: Uhhh... Shit. How did you know my name?

It: Because you introduced yourself to me earlier!

Me: I did what? Hey wait I'm only kidding (as it walked away never to be seen again. Though I won't actually know will I?)


At that point, clearly conscience again, I decided to investigate as to what the hell had just happened and when I find out I'll be sure to let you know.

Einstein's Formula

Is Bob finished yet?

Is the circus leaving town or are we yet to see the end of 'the bob show'? Who knows. Hopefully because I don't think there are any words to describe the chaos in Zim. News articles read that its finally coming to an end and if I know bob ( and reading about him over the years means I do) then the grand finale should be quite spectacular! Good luck to the poor souls who have to try remove him from his pedestal.

In local news.... Exams are approaching ever so fast, as they do, and so my tone over the next week or 2 could be rather glum.

Wish me luck.

Sandman.

The seed.

Enter Sandman.

I'm interested to see how much time is wasted on the Internet. Not only by you 'surfers' out there but by the 'surfees' who publish bits of randomness to fuel your 'surfing' needs.

Hence this blog. I'm going to spend some of my valuable time publishing anything that comes to mind. From current affairs to sport to music to entertainment to whatever. Why? Because I can. Also because I'm still a student (and am quite happy to stay one forever. Not because we are all students of life but because I can. I won't. But I could if I wanted to) and have spare valuable time on my hands.

I must apologize to all the bosses out there who have employees that spend your time on the net because this could add to your problem. Hopefully it does because that would mean that my little plan is working. (What plan you ask? Same one as always...'Try to take over the world')

Exit Sandman. (Always liked the intro to that song. Maybe I should just sign off as Sandman from now. Not because I want to put you to sleep at night but because it sounds cool. Well it does to me, at least.)