Jan 02 2008
Yeah, so I’m a little late, but tis the holiday season and all that. I’m still playing catch-up, only over 600 posts to read, I may be sometime.
I did plan to post some photos today, to illustrate the wonder that is xmas, but I can’t be arsed at the moment. I’m off to have some nummy soup instead.
Just deal with it folks.
Tags: nothingnessDec 05 2007
*Yawn* and again.
I’s tired today. Worked two 12 hour days as my minion was on his deathbed. Which would’ve been grand only I sorta wanted to go shopping and get some bits’n'bobs for the xmas partah tomorrow. Still, I’ll make do.
I’ve taken to walking down the middle of O’Connell St on my way to work just so I can pass by the Christmas tree and get a lovely sniff of pine. Mmmmmm. Christmassy.
I luvs it.
I’m thinking of heading to bed early and getting some extra sleep in to do me for after the night out. That totally works, honest, it does.
yawn.
Tags: nothingnessSep 20 2007
I broke my pen just now. It isn’t a fancy-arsed pen or anything. But still annoying, don’t you think. It is one of those generic bic-esque pens. With the twisty end that keeps the ink-refill part from moving. You know the type? With my ever-so-accurate description you really should know it. Anyway; I have a habit of messing with whatever is to hand. And in this case it was the pen, so I was twisting and untwisting the end when I twisted too far and broke it. 
So sad.
I know, I know, this really is a fascinating post. But to be totally and completely honest the details of my life are far too private and scandalous to be loosed upon the straight-laced environment that makes up the internet. I wouldn’t want to offend anyone’s delicate sensibilities by revealing the salacious gossip that circulates all around.
Details I can only hint at here, evening spent… watching telly! Playing football! And even, maybe I shouldn’t tell the truth, maybe I should hide away behind the tale of how I process new books? No, I won’t I’ll reveal all, visits to a pub have occurred. Visits to different pubs in fact. Now, I’ve gone and done it haven’t I? Shocked your innocents minds with such tales.
Ah well.
Did you know that Stephen Fry has a blog? And such a scandalous first post.
Sep 04 2007
Attn:This will be nothing more than a boring whats going on post. No complaining now:, you’ve been warned.
Work is loike, mad busy, roight. Full of scrambling[1] about and nagging lecturers[2] to send me their course outlines. And, apart from a few, mainly getting them instead when students come in looking for a book and me going “ooh, can I copy your outline to see what new books I need to order”. Sillies.
That is my excuse for not blogging earlier.
Also, I’m thinking of changing either the template or maybe just the header for the Rugby World Cup[3] I do have a vague template in mind, but it might just be less hassle to get a new header image. Decisions decisions.
In other news this month’s Estella’s revenge is out, so you’ll have plenty to read there.
Was talking to de mudder on the phone. She confused me by telling me they[4] were in Galway moving B#5 into his new home. He has to register tomorrow, first year at college.. I was confuddled cause he isn’t going to Galway but to Limerick. But of course what she meant to say was that they had been in Limerick and were now in Galway on their way home. Course he’ll be in Galway as well tmro[5] as he has training. Fingers crossed he doesn’t get lost on the way up 
I rang de mudder cause she had texted me earlier, saying there was post for me. A rugby banner thing that B#4 had opened by mistake[6] A soft package-y thing[7] And a letter that looks like it is something official from Donegal. Donegal? I don’t think I applied for any jobs up in that foreign land, and if I had would I have used the Sligo address? Hmmmm. I suppose we’ll have to wait til she gets back and opens it.
I’ve told her if it is exciting to let me know otherwise I’ll get it whenever I get home. I hope it isn’t something like anthrax[8]
Aug 25 2007
Well, maybe not Johnny, but I am. And how is everybody doing? Two weeks of not being online all that often lead to clogged up inboxes and rss readers stuffed to the brim. I think I’ve read most posts and emails, but I skimmed some and commented on very little. Catch-up is a bitch.
Had a luvverly time off work. Did nowt for a while. Then met with the granny and the aunt for a few days. Catch up fun. Then a few more days of nothingness. Then headed up to the wilds of Donegal to a wedding. Cue drunken fun. And great food. And then back to Sligo again, to a very nice day, with sunshine and warmth and everything. And as everyone scattered to their various places I headed for the trampoline for a lie in the sun. Off the wet grass, plus it had the benefit of being extra comfy. Although I did manage to shock myself getting off. I’m just so electric.
Back in the city of Dublin now, boring food shopping and washing and whatnot to be done before starting back at work on Monday. Work. Urgg.
Tags: Donegal, nothingness, off work, Sligo, weddingJul 18 2007
You are a master of stealth. They never see you coming. But you always see them coming. HEY-O!
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Memo to self: do the lotto this evening. I’m about due a win I reckon. Okay, so I rarely play, but I deservessess to win, honest I does. And if I do get the €8 million it’ll be great fun. Think of all the crap I could buy. Or I could buy a house and still have a couple of million left over to wave at peoples and say Nyah nyah, I am considerably richer than you. Unless of course I met Bill Gates, or that Abramovich dude. I would also purchase[1] a sexophone, purely so I could walk around saying, dude, look, it is a sexophone. I might also get a saxophone, so I could confuse[2] people, because they both sound so similar that on first hearing you probably wouldn’t know which one I was talking about. So I’d tell everyone “I’ve a sexophone” for weeks and weeks and weeks[3] And then one day I’d suddenly switch, and be “I also have a saxophone” and they’d be all “We know, you done tol’ us all bout your sexophone”[4] and I’d be “Idjit! I knows I said I has a sexophone, but I also has a saxophone. Don’t you know the difference.” What fun[5] that would be.
Jun 04 2007
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.
