Thursday, November 02, 2006
...to live and die in PAI...
Hello children.
Despite recent miseries (including but not limited to getting sacked by the poisonous whelps at PAI, having a disgustingly diseased eye, breaking a tooth on some mediocre fish and failing to dress up for halloween) life continues apace in aidoworld.
I'm back at UCD again where everyone knows your name and are always glad you came, which is lovely cos I only have to walk 15 mins to work each day rather than having to face the myriad horrors of public transport when I'm at my most vulnerable (ie first thing in the morning and after work). The only minor concern is that I may well not have the money to eat and maintain my lifestyle as bon viveur extraordinaire, but hey! I figured I needed to shed a few pounds anyway...
Had a truly splendiferous weekend in the woods of Newtonmountkennedy courtesy of mr. Ultan (the man) Courtney. Having watched The Evil Dead enough times to be tuned in to the attendant perils of such holidays, we filled the car with enough firearms to set the peace process back a good 20 years or so. Noting the lack of suspicious-looking human-flesh-bound manuscripts upon arrival we satisfied ourselves with chasing one another around the premises with said weapons and generally acting our shoe-sizes (rather than our ages).
My own birthday passed with a satisfying lack of ceremony, opting instead for a night in with a few chums and an assload of Arrested Development which I purchased with some vouchers I'd forgotten I had.
Helicopters are my new favorite objects. John took me up on his maiden voyage in a 4-seater chopper, during which we not only took in most of the McKenna empire, but most of the west of Northern Ireland in little over an hour. Tis the only way to travel, and I hereby demand one of my own for christmas.
Recent additions to the disturbingly long list of people buggering off outta Ireland include Ladys Madsen and Farrell, and Lords Bavalia and Murtagh. This tradition of going away is getting more than a little tedious now and must be stopped. I ask you; aside from sun, sexual promiscuity, reasonable living expenses, career opportunities, exciting cultural attractions, desirable native cuisine, functional infrastructure and enjoyable outdoor activities; what could you find in any country that isn't already present in Ireland in spades?
Aido "Fuck this, I'm off to Japan" Potato
Hello children.
Despite recent miseries (including but not limited to getting sacked by the poisonous whelps at PAI, having a disgustingly diseased eye, breaking a tooth on some mediocre fish and failing to dress up for halloween) life continues apace in aidoworld.
I'm back at UCD again where everyone knows your name and are always glad you came, which is lovely cos I only have to walk 15 mins to work each day rather than having to face the myriad horrors of public transport when I'm at my most vulnerable (ie first thing in the morning and after work). The only minor concern is that I may well not have the money to eat and maintain my lifestyle as bon viveur extraordinaire, but hey! I figured I needed to shed a few pounds anyway...
Had a truly splendiferous weekend in the woods of Newtonmountkennedy courtesy of mr. Ultan (the man) Courtney. Having watched The Evil Dead enough times to be tuned in to the attendant perils of such holidays, we filled the car with enough firearms to set the peace process back a good 20 years or so. Noting the lack of suspicious-looking human-flesh-bound manuscripts upon arrival we satisfied ourselves with chasing one another around the premises with said weapons and generally acting our shoe-sizes (rather than our ages).
My own birthday passed with a satisfying lack of ceremony, opting instead for a night in with a few chums and an assload of Arrested Development which I purchased with some vouchers I'd forgotten I had.
Helicopters are my new favorite objects. John took me up on his maiden voyage in a 4-seater chopper, during which we not only took in most of the McKenna empire, but most of the west of Northern Ireland in little over an hour. Tis the only way to travel, and I hereby demand one of my own for christmas.
Recent additions to the disturbingly long list of people buggering off outta Ireland include Ladys Madsen and Farrell, and Lords Bavalia and Murtagh. This tradition of going away is getting more than a little tedious now and must be stopped. I ask you; aside from sun, sexual promiscuity, reasonable living expenses, career opportunities, exciting cultural attractions, desirable native cuisine, functional infrastructure and enjoyable outdoor activities; what could you find in any country that isn't already present in Ireland in spades?
Aido "Fuck this, I'm off to Japan" Potato
