So, someone hacked into our church website and now it’s a temporary blog. They infected it with lots of lovely viruses that have since infected the computers of everyone who’s visited that site in the last while. Kevin recommended that I go to malwarebytes and download their free software, and run it on my laptop, [...]
Archive for the ‘Drivel’ Category
Looking Forward
Posted in Distractions, Drivel, Frustrations on October 15, 2009 | 2 Comments »
chick lass babe broad dame doll lady WOMAN
Posted in Distractions, Drivel, Frustrations on June 23, 2009 | 10 Comments »
Teragram is doing some thinking over here based on a conversation we had a while back in my livingroom about how the women in my life are often so reluctant to refer to themselves as women, preferring “girl” or similar.
Feminist Naomi Wolf in her book Promiscuities suggests that it’s our lack of ritual that is [...]
got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
Posted in Distractions, Drivel, tagged body parts, money on May 22, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Well now that I have all this free time, it’s only fair and appropriate that I would make a stop into the old blog on my way home, and say hello to everyone. For those of you who are neither one of my hundreds of friends on Facebook, nor present in my Real Life ™, [...]
the most common owl in ireland is the teat
Posted in Distractions, Drivel, Food, tagged beer, death, illegal behaviour, rinsing on February 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Jurgen and Debo came over for dinner and they stirred the beer, too. Note the beer-blanket. Cosy.
I myself tasted the beer just the other day, after stirring. It tasted like beer.
In other news, yesterday was the kind of day where you absent-mindedly rinse your mobile phone under the tap. Other things happened, but none of [...]
can anybody beer me?
Posted in Distractions, Drivel, Food, tagged beer, parenting on February 11, 2009 | 3 Comments »
So we’ve got five gallons of beer sitting in a big vat on the dining room floor. We call it the dining room, although we have never dined in it, only danced. More appropriately then, it is the dancing room floor. The beer is sitting there, not yet beer, but becoming beer. It is wrapped [...]
well let me ask you this: shut up
Posted in Drivel, Food, tagged frijj, text, wiggam on October 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
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 [...]
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 [...]
