I have never done a numbered list before (as far as I remember), and now two in one week… it isn’t something I plan on making too much of a habit of.
Peter Donegan suggested that we make a list of ten things that make us happy today to “cheers this country up.” So I thought I’d give it a go. I knew it would be difficult.
How specific to be? Life itself? Life, and generally living make me happy. But maybe a little more specific. My macbook, the internet, coffee etc. When I began making the list I got stuck after number 5. Eventually the rest did come to me.
Having gotten the list down, I will add that I am rarely satisfied. Maybe with an individual task or minor achievement, but never with the whole picture. Though I see that as a good thing. Always pushing...
So. It’s here. Christmas. You may be reading this on Christmas day. What are you doing on the Internet on Christmas day? Family sucks? Guess its the problem a lot of people have. Understandable. Boxing day? Again, why aren’t you opening all those boxes? Not believe in Christmas? Again, Family suck? It’s okay, I understand.
Yeah Christmas has come once again. It always comes quicker than expected. It’s really only in the last two or three years that I have begun to realise the real meaning of Christmas - though I can’t help but put a pause in that sentence and ask for a hands-up for all those who really celebrate Christmas today? Very few of you, I’m not entirely surprised. I’m not big fan of the real meaning behind Christmas, though I am a fan of...
Having all of last week away from the horrid office workplace environment, I had to go back. I remember back in both primary and secondary school wishing that time would go so much faster. Now that there is no more school there just aren’t enough hours in the day for all the things I want to do.
I spent much of my week attempting to ‘get my life on track’ and be like those extremely organised people - by organising my bookmarks, firefox extensions, feed subscriptions and reading a few productivity websites such as the incredible Lifehacker, Lifehack. These sites always gets me motivated to start organising my normally very disorganised computer/hard drive/file system.
This problem stems from the fact that I have a few too many interests. Of course, having lots of...
Why is it that when my bank calls me they insist that I attempt my ‘password’ at least twice. I don’t generally forget passwords, the sort that I type, but those crap ones that have to be spoken over the phone I always forget. I put it down to the fact that it will always be completely different from any of my typical passwords for the obvious reason that it will be spoken and anyone may hear it. For this reason I try to make it something I will remember, though it definitely doesn’t help that it would only be every 6 months or so that I need to use it…
They called yesterday.
“Could you give the first and last letters of your password please” said the voice.
“No, sorry, I never remember it.”
“I’m sorry I’m going to...
Friday was, as is the norm, not without plenty of drink and photos to go with it. A truth revealing, thought provoking, musical night; of course I slept on the sofa again.
Before the afternoon arrived, I found myself at home, watching Heros; my latest obsession. Tonight I finished watching episode 12. Over the next few days I plan to get through the following 11 episodes, completing the first series, and all that has been aired so far.
The highlight of the day, however, was the Italian BMT I had in Subway.
My brother and father recently discovered a love for a fairly unusual hobby: archery. I have never seen either of them play before, so today I went along to watch my father taking part in a competition, which he didn’t win in the end.
Whilst there, we found some very tasty...
Theres that buzz, the inability to think about anything else, wanting to do lots of nice things; trips to the beach, sip cocktails - its all there, but i’ll be damned if it ever did any good.
My search for a Summer Girl has been going a little better than originally expected - all that’s needed is sun, ice cream and Botanic Gardens - and time is running out. Summer is running out! Its been quite a shite summer too in terms of the weather. Alas, it is not yet over.
16 days until my trip to the States then 3 weeks of bliss, mayhem and madness, and I still haven’t done any preparation. One thing I have to do is start and finish a presentation on Ireland for Amy’s class of 10-12 year olds, I must dispel any beliefs in rainbows, gold, fairies, leprechauns, endless...
A work colleague of mine who lives in Larne told me on Friday that there was photographable stuff happening in the town. A car show and other outdoor activities. Even though I ended up having a late night, I got up early and got the 10:06am train. I had never been to Larne before, or been on the Larne railway line. The scenery along the way was beautiful.
When I got to the town I followed the signs and the traffic cops to the town centre and Main Street where there were lots of people enjoying the sun and going about their business or whatever they do in small towns when its sunny. Over the course of June the town is host to ‘Larne Alive‘, a small festival celebrating… well Larne really. Various family and children orientated activities simply celebrating being...
I woke up yesterday morning with an itchy armpit… Eventually it stopped itching. Around the time that I left work and had that brilliant walk home. Another one of those glorious days. I was sweaty. On my way home I passed Botanic Station and asked how much it costs to get a train to Larne. I heard form a colleague that there is a motor show there today with lots of classic cars doing laps of the town, finally stopping to be gawked at, and photographed.
Of course I can find no one to join me - but again, its their loss, heh.
I had my first weekday hangover in quite a while. Though it was quite mild, with not much drink drunk, my head still hurt a little. Its just one of those things thats done every once in a while. All you want to do all day is sleep. Instead I played pool during...
“The biggest global experiment to take place on the internet” is the idea of Denis Bystrov and Michael Taylor, they have proposed tomorrow, 24th March 2007, as International Shutdown Day, challenging the world to switch off their computers for a whole day. In this age of computer dependency is this possible for many people to do?
The website has two buttons, “I can” and “I can’t”. Its safe to say that “I can” is in the lead. But will it work?
How sneaky to have it on a Saturday. No work, so more time to spend online. I was hoping to have a camera to play with tomorrow, and to take part, though there was a slight problem with my order, so although the camera has arrived and is safely in my parents house, I have no lens until next week....
I never did really get st. patrick’s day, and I still don’t.
After the two drinks I had in the afternoon made me feel like crap, I decided to give it another go at 9pm. I managed to blag my way in the side entrance while there was a massive queue for the main door. They were all pretty drunk. Luckily they were about to leave to a house party we had all heard about. After much drunken skipping around the subject of ‘what’s going on’ we left to the off-license, which naturally took much longer than it should have.
Then it started raining.
The house wasn’t too far away. We sang songs. I pretended to be drunker than I was, you know, shouting and talking much louder than necessary and generally being more enthusiastic than you should be.
There was a...
The first thing I read this morning was “St Patrick wasn’t a Saint”. This came as quite a shock to me, so I read on, and followed the link to the Wikipedia article:
For most of Christianity’s first thousand years, canonisations were done on the diocesan or regional level. Relatively soon after the death of people considered to be very holy people, the local Church affirmed that they could be liturgically celebrated as saints. As a result, St. Patrick has never been formally canonised by a Pope, but he is still widely venerated in Ireland and elsewhere today.
Aw well, we’re all still going to get drunk aren’t we? Though unless things change a little, I won’t be.
Strange as it may seem, I’ve gone off alcohol lately. In the last few weeks (maybe...
For some reason I never quite caught on to email. I get plenty, though most are not from real people, instead I get more forum reply notifications, blog comment notifications, and newsletters from Slashdot, Play.com etc.
The last person I person I wrote an email to was my domain host’s support team asking them to update my wordpress, which they kindly did.
Don’t worry, I’m not looking for sympathy, its just the way it is. If I wanted it to change I gotta change things myself. In a way I do want things to change; I know they should.
Besides not initiating much interaction through email my other problem is replying to the rare personal email I do get. I should be so excited at receiving an email from someone and immediately start writing a reply. The fact that they have...
My index finger is sore from scrolling. All the constant scrolling I’ve done over the last few hours has actually made my index finger sore. Darn RSS reading and all those unread posts. I can say however that I am fully caught up with my Irish bloggers blogs.
My Mum emailed me this evening saying she read through my blog. Thankfully I haven’t used the word ‘fuck’, ’shit’ or ‘bastard’ too much or documented crazy adventures of the destruction of body and soul through the consumption of unholy substances. No nothing of the sort.
Maybe I should though.
One of my house-mates gave me a chocolate bun this evening. That made me happy. Half way through the week already!
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I don’t like it. But then I don’t have any reason to like it. I do however know some non-single folk who also hate the day, seeing it as the most commercial ‘holiday’ in the calendar; nothing other than making certain businesses more profits. All those cards, flowers and ’romantic’ meals.
Okay so there is supposed to be something else behind it, something about showing your significant other than you love them, or something. But if that can’t be done on any other day of the year, surely it becomes less romantic doing it today.
There can’t be very much romance on a day where it is all expected to be done. Breakfast in bed, flowers, a card with a sickening poem, followed by a romantic candle-lit dinner.
Why not just skip all the crap and and...
I don’t like it. But then I don’t have any reason to like it. I do however know some non-single folk who also hate the day, seeing it as the most commercial ‘holiday’ in the calendar; nothing other than making certain businesses more profits. All those cards, flowers and ’romantic’ meals.
Okay so there is supposed to be something else behind it, something about showing your significant other than you love them, or something. But if that can’t be done on any other day of the year, surely it becomes less romantic doing it today.
There can’t be very much romance on a day where it is all expected to be done. Breakfast in bed, flowers, a card with a sickening poem, followed by a romantic candle-lit dinner.
Why not just skip all the crap and and...
With all the wars, politics, economics, poverty, celebrities etc - we need more fun.
Every so often we hear of wonderful acts of kindness and people being good en mass. Although I have never gotten around to joining him, I have great respect for Danny Wallace. In 2002 Danny started a cult which, at the time had no purpose. He simply placed an ad in a local classifieds publication Loot with the words: “JOIN ME, send one passport-sized photo to…” followed by his address. Soon after Danny met his first Joinee by the name of Christian Jones. He was “a do-er”. Soon many others sent passport photos and, still not knowing what they were joining, they were still willing to join. Soon members began to question what it was they were joining. Soon after Danny set out...