I am married to a man who has a compulsion with text. He cannot pass a piece of paper with words on it of any kind, without reading. He cannot pass computer screens, book covers, crisp packets, signposts or advertisements without stopping to absorb. As a result it can be quite difficult to ever get [...]
Archive for October, 2008
well let me ask you this: shut up
Posted in Drivel, Food, tagged frijj, text, wiggam on October 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
there’s mud on the grapes (of wrath)
Posted in Drivel, Food, Frustrations, tagged camera, dull, pork on October 18, 2008 | 2 Comments »
As lots of you know, I’m doing the “Core Plan” with Weight Watchers – which means you can eat as much as you want of “core” foods, like lean meats, dairy, fruit, veg and grains – in an attempt to overhaul my terrible eating habits. The only major sacrifice with Core is it doesn’t allow [...]
harm’s way
Posted in Drivel, Frustrations, God, tagged assault, compass, God, homelessness, rusty on October 12, 2008 | 3 Comments »
As Kevin and I were walking down Wicklow Street tonight, I saw a young man crouched in a doorway, holding a big handkerchief up to his eyebrow. We walked on past, but something seemed really wrong to me, and I expressed this to Kevin. We decided to go back to him. When we returned, he [...]
always a pleasure; never a chore
Posted in Drivel, tagged cabbaged, chi, drawers, Tallaghtfornian on October 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My co-worker, Annmarie, just shouted out to the rest of our all-male office, “Can anyone help me get these drawers off?” And just yesterday, I laughed for fifteen minutes straight (tears pouring) when she announced in a classic moment of Tallaghtfornian-worlds-colliding, “Me chi is cabbaged!”
I give her an A+ for improving office life. I merely give myself [...]
all dressed up and no place to go
Posted in Drivel, tagged holes, new, socks on October 9, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Friends, Romans, Countrymen: I decided that the time has come to present to the internet world the fitter, happier, more productive me…that is to say a me who doesn’t quote Radiohead at every turn and doesn’t write lies about spaceships appearing in the back garden. It’s a new neuro you’re looking at. Actually, perhaps neuro [...]
