Jun 04 2007

We make excitment happen!

Published by Fence under Ramblings, Sport

Today is a bank holiday. Yay! Day off. Four day week, and all that malarky. And what have I decided to do today? I know what you are thinking, oooh something exciting, possibly involving finally launching my plans to take over the world, but alas, no. I’m tidying[1] my room. Isn’t that thrilling? So far I have found approximately three hundred plastic bottles. Some empty, some with a few drops of water, some half full. I think I’m responsible for that hole in the ozone layer[2] but what can you do? I’m also thinking of building a new leaning tower, the leaning tower of books that I really should donate somewhere out of my room. They are threatening to topple over, I’ll have to require all visitors to my room to sign a disclosure of some description.

In other, less important news, the Leaving Cert begins this week[3] on Wednesday to be precise. The last of de brudders will be sitting it. I really should have some sort of sympathy for him, should I? But no, instead I’ll sit here and laugh[4] at him. Course he is pretty sorted. He got accepted to the rugby academy thingy[5] in Limerick, so all he has to do now is get enough points to do a proper course there and he’ll be happy. The problem is that he has spent so much time playing the rugby this past year that he didn’t actually do much studying.

I spent yesterday watching the GAA. The Waterford Kerry match was as boring as… well, I can’t quite think what else might have been that boring, Kerry won. Easily. Waterford got all of 4 points. But then I watched the Dublin Meath encounter. And that was much better fun. As first I was a bit worried cause Meath didn’t score at all in the first 20 minutes, but then they got stuck in, or maybe Dublin did their usual “omg! we’re in front, what do we do now”. It is weird, when I first moved to Sligo I totally didn’t get the whole anti-Dublin thing. And would always support Dublin. I was born here after all. But I think I’ve really turned into a culchie, cause I was half hoping that Meath would win. Especially after that goal that wasn’t. But at the same time I wasn’t too bothered either way. And so when Geraghty started throwing the odd punch I decided to support Dublin again. But then again, I didn’t. In the end it was a draw, and they get to “have at each other” all over again in two weeks time. Should be fun. I’d say that Meath might do it, but you never know.

I’m thinking I should support Dublin. I live here. I was born here. Rationally speaking I should support them, right? But I don’t. This summer I think I’m going to change that and tell myself to support them. Just like I tell myself I should support Leinster rugby ahead of Munster rugby.

Yea, like that works.

Linknotes:
  1. if be tidying I mean surfing on d’internet
  2. see
  3. pdf
  4. MwaaHaaHaaa
  5. details and specifics arent important are they?
Tags: 2007sfc, B#5, Bank Holiday, Dublin, GAA, Irish education, Kerry, Leaving Cert, Meath, nothingness, Waterford

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Sep 26 2005

Night of the Dolphin

Published by Fence under Ramblings

I know, I should be concerned about animal welfare, and the fact people may die, but a story about “Armed and dangerous killer dolphins” just strikes me as hi-larious

Armed dolphins, trained by the US military to shoot terrorists and pinpoint spies underwater, may be missing in the Gulf of Mexico.

Experts who have studied the US navy’s cetacean training exercises claim the 36 mammals could be carrying ‘toxic dart’ guns. Divers and surfers risk attack, they claim, from a species considered to be among the planet’s smartest. The US navy admits it has been training dolphins for military purposes, but has refused to confirm that any are missing

In other news, Tyrone won the All-Ireland. I was a bit disappointed, seeing as was cheering Ciarraí Abú, but Tyrone were the better team, and more than deserved the victory. Course, I’d be a lot happier with Tyrone’s victory if they’d only have a wee word with Mr. Mulligan about that hair

Tags: 2005sfc, All-Ireland final, animal activists, army, dolphins, GAA, Kerry, Kerry V Tyrone, Owen Mulligan, Tyrone

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Sep 24 2005

Whats left to say

Published by Fence under Irishify, Ramblings, TV

Well now, there are quite a few topics in this post. Just look at all the categories it falls under. But the question for me is, where to begin? With my sudden appreciation for an accent? of how work went? No. I think I’ll start with the Brand new category I’m introducing today: Irishify.

First off, maybe I should explain a little?
As the best country in the world (if only we could roof her) Ireland has a lot to offer the world. And in order to help all you poor non-Irish out there I’m going to instruct you in how to appear Irish. And thus, get to wear those wonderful Kiss Me I’m Irish hats and t-shirts. Also, it’ll give me something to write about when I have no other thoughts.

In this Irishify post I’m going to introduce you to the word Grand. I’m sure you’ve come across this term before.

Grand
Large and impressive in size, scope, or extent; magnificent: The bridge that crosses the bay is a grand structure.
1. Rich and sumptuous: A grand meal was laid before them.
2. Of a solemn, stately, or splendid nature.
1. Dignified or noble in appearance or effect: a grand old face that bespeaks suffering but not defeat.
2. Noble or admirable in conception or intent: a grand purpose.
3. Lofty or sublime in character: a speech delivered in the grand style of the great orators.
Wonderful or very pleasing: had a grand time.
Having higher rank than others of the same category: a grand admiral.
Having more importance than others; principal: the grand ballroom of a hotel.
Of a haughty or pretentious nature.
Including or covering all units or aspects: the grand total

Well, none of those are the Irish meaning of grand. Although wonderful or very pleasing comes closest. Here in Ireland everything is grand. You’d have a “grand cup of tea” or enjoy a “grand day”

You could say that grand means okay, but it’d be slightly better than simply okay. If something was doing the job very slightly better than was expected, it’d be doing a grand job. Or a “grand size of a room” would be one that was more than bog enough. But not actually incredibly large.

Grand: slightly better than okay, can be used on every occasion.


And onto my first week at work. All in all, it was grand ;)

We don’t have a Management system up and running yet, although that should be sorted next week sometime, so hopefully I won’t have too much work to do and we can simply import all the old records.

Everything else went fine, met a few of my minion, but we still need to hire a bit more cover, so posters have gone up in the library. The library itself is a small one, but it is well laid out, apart from the tables and chairs which aren’t ideal, but they do the job.

The old libarian is coming in on Monday. There is a group looking for a tour, so we figured the best thing would be to have her give it. That way I could get all the info, and see how she handles it. Also have my first faculty meeting next week. Think it is a good thing that it is so early, as it means I won’t have to say anything.


And work leads me into my next topic. Was walking home on Friday and, as is to be expected, there were a few people wandering around on the street too. And I found myself listening to the fella walking behind me. Not to what he was saying, but to his accent. He had a lovely soft Kerry accent. Not too strong, but just enough. First time I’ve ever thought the Kerry accent was lovely. I’d link to an example, but searching for a Kerry accent online brings up far too many people giving out about yer man John Kerry. So instead I’ll direct you to visit Gift Grub. These are impression clips on the radio every morning, and the online ones change, but if it is there take a listen to the Radio Roy au Francais one. Roy has a Cork accent, not a Kerry one, but there are similarities. But anyways. Kerry accents = good accents. For now.


Final topic, because I’m getting bored of typing: The X Factor.

This is the shows second year. It is a talent show, kinda like Pop Idol/American Idol, only instead of limiting the competitors to young pop stars The X Factor has three groups. One for solo artists aged between 16-24, one for people 25 and over and the third for groups (last year there were a few bands, but I haven’t seen anyone with an instrument this year). The auditions are my favourite part. They are horrible, but you just can’t switch off, car-crash tv or what.

Anyway, I think today is the last day I’ll be watching. Last day of the auditions, after this the different groups will be split up, and each of the judges (Simon Cowell, Sharon Osbourne and Louis Walsh) will be assigned a different group to bring on, and compete against the other judges’ groups.

I do like what last years winner, Steve, has to say though:

“The show gives you a platform but then pulls the rug from under your feet by making you sign to a certain record label and having no say in what happens next. It should be about music and talent but it’s not.

“The X Factor is all one big theatre. It’s about killing music to make light entertainment.

“I’ve now got to break away from The X Factor, which is fundamentally cheese and regarded as so by anyone and everyone in the industry.”

Right, thats all I’ve got to say. Oh, but if you are going to listen to any of those Gift Grub selections don’t forget “Dry your eyes Becks” which was inspired by The Streets’ Dry Your Eyes ( watch the video ) and England’s Group B match against France last year.


Tags: accents, Grand, Ireland, Kerry, language, reality TV, slang, The X Factor

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