There's no other way to say it: The summer holidays are almost upon us. For some, it means nothing. Just three months of endless work during days of untold beauty, when the sun shines on all living creatures, or at least those not in a cramped, grey office.
Yes, truly, the summer is hell for people who aren't me.
This sumer I plan to do some light work, mixed with going to some gigs and who knows, maybe persue a project or two!
Aaaaaaaaand I've nothing left. Good bye.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
You walked right into that one...
The Samsung Blue Earth Phone, I want one.
Its solar powered. But it begs the question, how charged can it get, if its always in my pocket. So that could lead to potential unreliability and uncomfortable calling positions (like the one I was in with your mam! OUCH!) and you'll probably have to take into the account whatever completely unreasonable price they'll charge you for it... But, It'll all be worth while when it tells you how many trees you've saved.
I'll leave you with this question.... "Are there intercom systems and bells in schools for the deaf?"
Adieu,
IRSocrates.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
What the....OW!
I made the tea. For those, everyone, who doesn't know I love for and off tea. I crave it. The day was spent waiting for that first brown drop... So I made it. I then sat down. Got comfortable and was about to sip, the first sip(which is later relevant) when I felt a hair in my mouth. That's just terrible, and it was getting worse and worse and I couldn't get it out and it was even sliding down my throat. Horrible.... BUT THEN! My dog jumped onto the couch, knocked my elbow and knocked the, evidently as scalding as it was unsipped, tea onto my chest. It really hurt. AND I had to arse myself to change. Jesus. what a day. But I'm beginning to become disappointed that that is the most eventful thing that has happened to me in the past while.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
. . .and from the depths, HE ROOOSE!
*There are many rooms. Some rooms within rooms, and those rooms within yet more rooms. Some rooms exist as a singularity. Others band together and keep a window alight in the Great Alone, so travellers of the rooms may see it, come and rest, and be enlightened.
This room lies between other rooms.
Within it. . .
Darkness. A vast open space. Slowly, candles light in the gloom. They serve only to make shadows deeper. Motes of dust hang in the air, sheets of which cover the floor. Here and there are vague shapes buried in the drifts, but it is a vain attempt to determine what they are. Or even what they once were. . . An intercom crackles to life somewhere in the quietly drifting haze. Music plays. It is a soft ballad, calm and up-beat. Perhaps there is some life in this place of places. This hall of halls. This realm, simply abbreviated: S.F.F., on a rusted iron plaque, bolted to the only door. . . the music stops. And then, there was a voice. . .*
Hello. It has been quite some time since I was up here, so peoples, I apologise.
Lookit me talk as people read this! Just haven't been inspired til now!
Yesterday, whilst being busy in my room, the cat walks in. I know! Crazy right? But anyway, I notice she's got a strange greeny-yellow ring around her only patch of orange fur (on her white body), so I'm thinkin' "Holy shit, whats up with that?". Next morning I mention this to my mother who simply says: "Hmm yes, that is strange. It was probably your brother." So I'm thinking "What kind of conclusion is that to come to?! How could anyone just jump straight to the conclusion that my twelve-year-old, not-entirely-a-dumb-ass brother would actually draw with a highlighter on our beloved cat, or on any animal?!? Where the fuck is the sense?!?"
I asked him that morning.
"Listen, I know this is going to sound absurd, but did you actually draw on our cat?"
"Oh. Yyeah. That was me."
I can see you're as speechless as I was. I just didn't know what to say.
Back to more important matters: I have had this old-ass Russian camera (it actually says "Made in U.S.S.R. on it) and for a while I thought it useless as it was worthless and old. Then I realised "Hey! I have an old-ass camera! Thats the only damn thing I will ever take pictures with from now on! Thats awesome!" So yeah, I'm gonna go out and buy some film. And a scanner.
I'm gonna try and hang around some more. I know there was a lot of quotation marks in this post, and for this, I apologise. If you were annoyed by that, hey, go make a sammich, see if I care.
Make post end now.
This room lies between other rooms.
Within it. . .
Darkness. A vast open space. Slowly, candles light in the gloom. They serve only to make shadows deeper. Motes of dust hang in the air, sheets of which cover the floor. Here and there are vague shapes buried in the drifts, but it is a vain attempt to determine what they are. Or even what they once were. . . An intercom crackles to life somewhere in the quietly drifting haze. Music plays. It is a soft ballad, calm and up-beat. Perhaps there is some life in this place of places. This hall of halls. This realm, simply abbreviated: S.F.F., on a rusted iron plaque, bolted to the only door. . . the music stops. And then, there was a voice. . .*
Hello. It has been quite some time since I was up here, so peoples, I apologise.
Lookit me talk as people read this! Just haven't been inspired til now!
Yesterday, whilst being busy in my room, the cat walks in. I know! Crazy right? But anyway, I notice she's got a strange greeny-yellow ring around her only patch of orange fur (on her white body), so I'm thinkin' "Holy shit, whats up with that?". Next morning I mention this to my mother who simply says: "Hmm yes, that is strange. It was probably your brother." So I'm thinking "What kind of conclusion is that to come to?! How could anyone just jump straight to the conclusion that my twelve-year-old, not-entirely-a-dumb-ass brother would actually draw with a highlighter on our beloved cat, or on any animal?!? Where the fuck is the sense?!?"
I asked him that morning.
"Listen, I know this is going to sound absurd, but did you actually draw on our cat?"
"Oh. Yyeah. That was me."
I can see you're as speechless as I was. I just didn't know what to say.
Back to more important matters: I have had this old-ass Russian camera (it actually says "Made in U.S.S.R. on it) and for a while I thought it useless as it was worthless and old. Then I realised "Hey! I have an old-ass camera! Thats the only damn thing I will ever take pictures with from now on! Thats awesome!" So yeah, I'm gonna go out and buy some film. And a scanner.
I'm gonna try and hang around some more. I know there was a lot of quotation marks in this post, and for this, I apologise. If you were annoyed by that, hey, go make a sammich, see if I care.
Make post end now.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Fuck The Po-Lice!
Damn, for a second there I genuinely thought it was new years. Weird. Also, it occurs to me that we are writing and writing on this thing, in the hopes that someone, some godsend who thinks we're funny, will come along and enjoy us. But by then we'll be on somehting like our 100th post or something more and there'll be all this crap to sift through if they ever want to become true fans, so some people may never get the full story of anything!
Now, I know at this point, right now, we have one follower and he's either some kind of spam device or a crazy person, because, frankly, I'm a little weirded out.
Basically, what I'm getting at is, we can say whatever the burnin' heck we want and by the time anyones' on to us, we'll be in Mexico by then! Suckas! Fuck the po-lice!
I going to talk about YouTube. What the fuck. Is with the idiots who comment on YouTube. And, by sheer, hilarious chance, I have an excellent example of such stupidity! Bear in mind, this kind of idiocy and others like it, is abundant all over YouTube, so don't think I'm picking out one particular incident.
Some people may find the following exchange graphic and stupid:
First off, you can't have an effective argument such as this over the internet. It's just retarded. And this shit goes on for a page or so. Arguing over the net on YouTube is pointless because, if you are engaging in an argument, and you are like me, you will be up against a loudmouth, anonymity-assured kid/dickhead/both. So you can never win, they'll repeat the same moronic obscene joke about your mother over and over again, and they will not be moved.
And using capital LOLs or LMAO as an attempt at sarcasm or some manner of insulting you, it's all so fucking retarded! Can't these fuckers understand that what they say or do on the site will only make people hate them? But worse again, you get people saying "Aw, ur a fukin dick" to them, and no-one needs that, you're just spurring them on to be more and more annoying. Then theres people who be all sincere about it, trying to make the stupid guy feel belittled by sheer force of holier-than-thou-ness, but that won't work cos' they're idiots and just won't pick up on/care about what you say. So theres no point in arguing. The best thing you can do is keep an open mind whenever commenting on something.
I know this wasn't put together too well, and there is much stupidity that I didn't point out, but fuck it, it's late, I'm tired, and angry.
Sleep well!
Now, I know at this point, right now, we have one follower and he's either some kind of spam device or a crazy person, because, frankly, I'm a little weirded out.
Basically, what I'm getting at is, we can say whatever the burnin' heck we want and by the time anyones' on to us, we'll be in Mexico by then! Suckas! Fuck the po-lice!
I going to talk about YouTube. What the fuck. Is with the idiots who comment on YouTube. And, by sheer, hilarious chance, I have an excellent example of such stupidity! Bear in mind, this kind of idiocy and others like it, is abundant all over YouTube, so don't think I'm picking out one particular incident.
Some people may find the following exchange graphic and stupid:
programmer? OH! ok... so you also are in love with baby lotion and your right hand...Right?
you probably still live in your basement with your mom (oh wait! never mind, shes right here in my bed! my bad)
you probably still live in your basement with your mom (oh wait! never mind, shes right here in my bed! my bad)
At least I'm not a pathetic fagget like you! you like to take dick in your butthole till you bleed!!!
Has you uncle visited you at night again seems that he gace you fond memories about rockets up your ass you gink
First off, you can't have an effective argument such as this over the internet. It's just retarded. And this shit goes on for a page or so. Arguing over the net on YouTube is pointless because, if you are engaging in an argument, and you are like me, you will be up against a loudmouth, anonymity-assured kid/dickhead/both. So you can never win, they'll repeat the same moronic obscene joke about your mother over and over again, and they will not be moved.
And using capital LOLs or LMAO as an attempt at sarcasm or some manner of insulting you, it's all so fucking retarded! Can't these fuckers understand that what they say or do on the site will only make people hate them? But worse again, you get people saying "Aw, ur a fukin dick" to them, and no-one needs that, you're just spurring them on to be more and more annoying. Then theres people who be all sincere about it, trying to make the stupid guy feel belittled by sheer force of holier-than-thou-ness, but that won't work cos' they're idiots and just won't pick up on/care about what you say. So theres no point in arguing. The best thing you can do is keep an open mind whenever commenting on something.
I know this wasn't put together too well, and there is much stupidity that I didn't point out, but fuck it, it's late, I'm tired, and angry.
Sleep well!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Pics From The Phone Chapter II
Welcome to a this time, food orientated picture presentation. Firstly....
This is a little thing I (wittily) like to call a "PopTart with Fluff Spread on it" And that's what it is... Its Chocolate Pop Tart and Fluff. Fluff is, spreadable marshmallow condiment(?) But, its very hard to get in Ireland, and possibly in the States. I just don't know. Its a big novelty to me in any case. Their website also has some catchy retro jingles and its founding is quite the story. Its effectively sugar; and when spread onto pure fat it just delicious.
If you can read what it says on the box, its not a big deal, most people can read.... But you'll be able to tell that it is a box of Lucky Charms. These were the sugary, cavity inducing taste of my childhood. Until the MAN! that is Kellogs stopped selling them this side of the water. Presumably because they were racist, or because of the droves of hyper, obese and toothless children roaming the streets. But I'd remembered them for years, and then I found that this really expensive supermarket in Dublin sold them, that's Fallon and Byrne on Wicklow Street. I paid €9 for one box. 9! I consider it worth it. It brought back the days.
This is a little thing I (wittily) like to call a "PopTart with Fluff Spread on it" And that's what it is... Its Chocolate Pop Tart and Fluff. Fluff is, spreadable marshmallow condiment(?) But, its very hard to get in Ireland, and possibly in the States. I just don't know. Its a big novelty to me in any case. Their website also has some catchy retro jingles and its founding is quite the story. Its effectively sugar; and when spread onto pure fat it just delicious.
If you can read what it says on the box, its not a big deal, most people can read.... But you'll be able to tell that it is a box of Lucky Charms. These were the sugary, cavity inducing taste of my childhood. Until the MAN! that is Kellogs stopped selling them this side of the water. Presumably because they were racist, or because of the droves of hyper, obese and toothless children roaming the streets. But I'd remembered them for years, and then I found that this really expensive supermarket in Dublin sold them, that's Fallon and Byrne on Wicklow Street. I paid €9 for one box. 9! I consider it worth it. It brought back the days.
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Obviously the university ain't help'n your intelligence much eh moron!
What the hell does McCain for president have to do with this video? cheese dick!
You are about as educated as a fucking monkey!