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Jun 29 2007
In this country of the cute hoor, misleading the Dáil or Seanad is considered little more than a minor stroke
An asylum seeker who came to Ireland in 2000, Mr Adebari mused that while he was now Portlaoise’s first citizen, he was not yet an Irish citizen.
“Are you telling us you’re not legal,” Mr Aird interrupted, at which the whole public gallery erupted in laughter.
Okay, so on one hand this is good news. But is it really such good news that we have to point it out as though saying see, look, no racism here?
Bloody[1] asylum seekers, coming here, bewitching our electorate, getting voted into office, and where are the brown envelopes huh? Where is the corruption? What, no money for favours? What sort of Irish politician is he? Or maybe he is just too much of a cute hoor to be caught out yet.
And also, a voting pact between Fine Gael and Sinn Fein?
Title nicked from a HIBERNO-ENGLISH archive
- I dont NEED the disclaimer that this sentence is not meant seriously, do I? ↩
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Jun 21 2007
Rome 2.01 Passover
Rome returns.[1] Starting up just where last season left off, with the death of Caesar[2] Cue plenty of threats and plenty of political scrambling as the implications become clear. Honesty didn’t Servilia even think about the aftermath? I guess not, too tied up in the “jealous scorned woman role”. Anthony isn’t best pleased, as you might suppose. Especially when that dog Quintus and his posse try to kill him. He escapes, and ends up in Atia’s house making plans to escape to the North, and of course then return in order to eat the livers of his enemies[3] Don’t you just love Anthony’s threats[4] Continue Reading »
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May 28 2007
Voting cats. Maybe not.
So the voting is over, and the counting is over, and bloody FF got in again[1] Friday morning was not a good time to be around de mudder as the meeja were all saying that FF would get in with an overall majority.
Luckily that turned out to be not the case, they’ll still need someone’s help, maybe Labour, maybe the Greens. Who knows.
B #1 voted FF. But everyone else in de family went for the others, and wasn’t there much rejoicing[2] when Michael McDowell wasn’t elected.
Remember when I may possibly have aided and abetted a mouse murder?[3]
Well on Sunday I may have done enough to redress the balance. Whiney cat came racing towards the house, pursued by two thrushes and carrying a third in his mouth. We’d've ignored the drama outside but then spotted that thrush #3 was still alive. A wee baby bird. Well, not too much of a baby, it had feathers and could flutter a little. So I nabbed the cat and brought him inside while we waited to see if the parents would return. Whiney cat was not at all impressed by this development, and he wanted everyone in the world to know. Whiney doesn’t even come into it, he moaned and demanded to be let out for half an hour, running from one window to the the next and then to the door.
Eventually, as we couldn’t spot the bird we let him out. Can you guess what happened next? Yeah, he caught it again, and once more dragged it towards the house, again being chased by the parentals. So we said we’d give it one more chance. And put up with the non-stop griping from the cat. It may have worked this second time as there was no sign of the bird after that, and on his next trip outside there was plenty of searching but no finding.
Course, one of the neighbouring cats could have got the bird either. But you know, I think we deserve marks for effort.
The cat has now also been collared and belled. Though what difference that’ll make is hard to say.
Oh, and I’ve also installed a plugin thingy that’ll publish these posts across on the livejournal as well. Because, sure I might as well.
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Mar 30 2007
Grass
Author: Sherri S Tepper
ISBN: 0006482694 DDC: 813.54
See also: LibraryThing ; Mia’s Booklist ; Infinity Plus review ; The Speculative Life
Grass!
Millions of square miles of it; numberless wind-whipped tsunamis of grass, a thousand sun-lulled caribbeans of grass, a hundred rippling oceans, every ripple a gleam of scarlet of amber, emerald or turquoise, multicolored as rainbows, the colors shivering over the prairies in stripes and blotches, the grass - some high, some low, some feathered, some straight - making their own geography as they grow.
This was an impulse purchase, I’ve read one or two others by Tepper and although I enjoyed them I do think that she has a tendency to be a little preachy in her books. However if the story is good enough I’m willing to overlook that, and I’d have to say that I really enjoyed this novel. Set at some point far in the future when humankind has colonised many different worlds, the majority of this book takes place on the planet Grass, among the insular bon as the aristocrats are called.
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Mar 13 2007
Political Compass
Edit: What is a questionnaire without a graph?

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So, where do you stand on the political compass?
I’m Economic Left/Right: -5.88
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -5.28
or somewhat similar to Gandhi
