Of Random Laziness, Careers & The Apocalypse

We are the lazy generation
no more standing out in line
so good at wasting our time
The F Ups  - Lazy Generation

I'm on Leave.

Second week just ended with two more weeks to go. I've played so much PS3 that when things go wrong around the house I start looking for a 'reset' button. Everything from Call of Duty to Uncharted have made me the happiest man alive.

I've been considering a career change lately. Looking for something that doesn't involve Law, Writing or Advertising. Something that involves leather jackets, video game breaks and zero interaction with human beings. Salary doesn't have to be astronomical; I'm a reasonable man.

N30m per annum is quite manageable. Send me mail or something.

CaramelD came down as promised for her Grandma's epic burial (I have it on good authority that she fed about three villages and one township) so it was quite nice for her to stop by and spend some bonding time with her godson. Even if half the time he kept laughing at the really yellow lady who talked a bit funny.

Nothing but love, baby.

I've been thinking of starting an amateur photography blog. Strictly cellphone pictures for the first few months, no restrictions on type of phone. I've always loved pictures and I think there's always something fantastic to see, even in a hard place like 9ja. Random idea.

In an inspired moment, I have decided to grow a beard. Adding to the whole 'daddy' vibe, I guess the next logical step is to start wearing native tops, traditional sandals and referring to everyone as 'My Dear'.

I did have other 'image transformation plans' but they stretched into next year...and we all know the world ends next year.

You didn't KNOW? where have you been? Hollywood made a blockbuster about it and everything.

When you think about it, the world ending next year is actually quite convenient. None of all that long-term plan pressure. You don't have to worry about adding weight, promotions or getting married.

Oh and if you're out there and you haven't, you know, eaten of the forbidden fruit, well. I hear that particular tree don't grow in heaven ifyouknowarrimean.

Chomp chomp.

Fine, Freaksho has left the building.

Evolve or die, people.