BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHOOHOOOHOOHOOOAAAAHHHAAHAHAHAHAAHEEEHEHHEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!eleventyone ( Read more... )

So, I've been gone away from the blogoasphere for a bit, largely because I've ben busy doing stuf with my life. Curiously, doing stuff worthy of bloggin means there is no time to blog. Hmmm... a strange paradox of life ( Read more... )

Depite the better efforts of several people, I am still Web accessible. This is a distressing thing for all concerned, myself included, as one the one hand it means that you all get inflicted with my scrabblings at the rock-face of QWERTY, whilst I get spam email in retaliation ( Read more... )

Bad news - I completely forgot my sister's 30th birthday the other day ( Read more... )

And isn't self-indulgent rambling what LJ is all about?

The Presidents of the United States of America are releasing a new album this month, "These Are The Good Times People"

They'll be playing Tripod on the 26th April.

I shall be there, freaked out and small, with my can of peaches in hand and my dune buggy parked outside.

Well, I've been throwing around various reasons as to why I didn't venture down to Cork this year - money, laziness, stuff to be done in Dublin, free booze to be drank at work do, have to start writing a monstrous Leprecon scenario - and they've been met with the kind of withering contempt that only gamers can bring to bear on such topics ( Read more... )

This isn't my bed. Where am I? I don't recognise this place! AGH!
...Oh, wait, I'm in Knocklyon. That's OK then.
...
......wait. WHAT AM I DOING IN KNOCKLYON??! AAAGGHH!!!

...Oh wait. Now I remember. That's ok then.

2007... was. A year of mistakes, second-guessing myself, and generally watching my life go "Pause". On the other hand, it was a year of finding my niche, getting a sense of accomplishment,making plans that will be enacted, and realising that I do actually get recognised in a positive way for doing what I do ( Read more... )

Dave, the player of Arthur Chrandle, is now in Dublin. He's drinking all the pints I owe Melbourne. Sorry.

And given the pintage I owe Melbourne, he may not survive this week...

Finland.

'Tis cold.
'Tis amusing.
'Tis a place where the phrase "Emos! Thousands of them! springs to mind."

I may have to get myself a gun...