Feb 11 2008
You’re going to need a bigger boat
Roy Scheider is dead. Its strangely wierd. Not as surreal as poor Heath Ledger. He was 75. But still.
Tags: RIP, Roy ScheiderFeb 11 2008
Roy Scheider is dead. Its strangely wierd. Not as surreal as poor Heath Ledger. He was 75. But still.
Tags: RIP, Roy ScheiderApr 30 2007
Was flicking around and came across an episode of featuring Mr. Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin. He was in Sumatra, having a great time with the elephants and occasionally harassing a snake. You can’t watch any of his shows without realising how passionate he was about animals, and what a good time he had, even when it turned sad, like with the case of poor little Naught the baby elephant who died.
The world really is a less fun place without him. I suppose we’ll always have the repeats, but it somehow isn’t the same.

Apr 24 2007
We are gathered here today… hang on that’s the wrong one. Becuase I’m here not to marry Frank the Goldfish, but to flush him.

In other news scifi have just shown episode 11 of Heroes which means that I’m going to be seeing new episodes again. Yay. I think we’ve pretty much decided to watch Lost on Sky on a Sunday as otherwise it clashes and we can’t record SciFi. Or at least, if we can, we haven’t figured out how to do it yet. Possibly in the future we may bother to try, but at the moment it is all good. ‘Sides, Lost still sucks so we wouldn’t be missing much by missing it.
Tags: Frank, goldfish, Lost, pets, RIPSep 04 2006
I’m pretty sure that the whole world and its mother have posted about Steve Irwin. But, still. Poor old Terri, not to mention the kids.

And all those idiots saying he got what he deserved?! wtf, so if someone gets knocked down by a car and killed, well, they got what they deserved for crossing the road?
Tags: RIP, Steve IrwinJun 23 2006
The blog’verse can be a weird, weird place on occasion. You visit random links and blogs, reading what other people write, sometimes interacting, sometimes just lurking. Some bloggers you never get to know, you just read but don’t engage. Elsewhere you might leave comments and get to know bloggers. You see the comments they leave elsewhere, you see their name pop up in different places.
You may never be close but you know them.
And then you get an email telling you to take a look at their blog. And the whole suddenness and unpredictability of life in general slaps you across the face.
Tags: Blogland, RIPJun 14 2006
Yesterday, at lunch I walked by An Roinn Iompair and spotted a very sorry looking tricolour; looking like it had been half blown off the flagpole a few days earlier and not been touched.
It wasn’t until much later, when I was on my way home and spotted the flag outside the court in exactly the same state that it dawned on me. They were simply at half mast, but because there was very little wind they were just hanging there, not blowing.
You’d think I would have realised it when I heard that Charlie Haughey had died. But no, obviously the brain wasn’t in gear yesterday.
But Haughey… I dunno. He was pretty much the embodiment of the cute hoor, who finally got caught out with the tribunals, but never really paid the price due to illness.
For those of you interested Crooked Timber have an interesting piece on The Boss, for those of you who couldn’t care less, we’ll move on.
[EDIT Although even if you aren't all that bothered you should still check out Auds post on Charlie and what he meant to a certain section/generation of Irish people. Is it a good thing, or a bad thing, d'you think, that we don't look up to people like that anymore. We're all just so cynical because the politicians have made us that way with their lies and corruption, so we are correct not to idealise them. But at the same time, I do believe there is something in people's nature that makes them want to believe.]
To the trouble Down Under, with Ireland’s rugby players boycotting a certain Indo journalist, leading to a mass exodus by the other media-heads[1] Supposedly this article by Dave Kelly upset some of the players, and they decided they wouldn’t talk to him. Which meant that he was forced to leave the press conferance. And in solidarity the rest of the print and photographic meeja followed suit. One out, all out, as Gerry Thornley in the Irish Times puts it.
Bloody stirring meeja, eh
Course the very fact that the players now have no media coverage will mean that the press’s side will be reported, and theirs won’t. Maybe it is a tactic to foster unity within the squad, The team agin the world. Or maybe it is just a sense that they were hard done by in that article. Or maybe their upset over losing the first test has made other minor issues into large ones. All of the players interviewed since the first test match have described how they wanted to win more than anything, and are “gutted” because it was stupid errors that threw the victory away.
If they do manage an historic win next Saturday, what’s the bets all this is forgotten.
Mar 31 2006
John McGahern died yesterday. For those who haven’t heard of him, he was an Irish author. Born in Leitrim, he became a teacher. After the publication of his book The Dark he was forced to leave teaching, as the Board of Management didn’t want the author of a banned book teaching.
The book he is probably most famous for is Amongst Women, which was made into a TV series in the late 90’s. As well as several novels, McGahern also wrote short stories and plays. Last year he published Memoir, which, as you may have guessed was his memoirs.
Its strange, I’ve never actually read any of McGahern’s work. I always meant to, and we’ve always had his books around the house at home, but somehow I never got around to it[1] but at the same time McGahern has been such a famous author that I feel I have read his works.