I love crosaire sometimes.
It can take me over an hour to get as far as I can.
Crosaire for the uninitiated is the cryptic crossword in the Irish Times
Crosaire
Sometimes I get loads done, and other days I just cant get started at all, but when you start to get the hang of it, it can be very satisfying.
It is not a five minutes and a cup of coffee job. It takes time. But now I have discovered some Irish guy living in San Fran who can help, and if your a bit of a Crosaire struggler like myself you might like to check him out..
here's the link
Crosaire Blog
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
whats ahead? Terminators!
I have taken to enjoying Film anticipation recently. I find it is more enjoyable anticipating a film than actually seeing it. In fact most films turn out to be shit. The only film I truly enjoyed recently(i'm talking couple of years), that was meant for me, was "No country for old men" and it didnt really stand up to re-viewing on DVD. "There will be blood" was goodish but too long and Day Lewis lost the plot in the closing scenes. "The dark Knight" was watchable but over hyped and in my opinion a very average film that strived to me more. And wasnt.
The movie I am anticipating this week is "Terminator Salvation". I am afraid to see it. I am a Terminator Fan, and can even grudgingly watch the third one, cause my son loves it. I have it built up in my head to be great for some reason and the trailers I have seen have me prepared for a great film. But the reviews are luke-warm and I am afraid to knock this "great" movie from its pedestal in my mind.
My son who is almost four thinks I am bringing him to see it, but his mother has said definitely
NO, and who am I to argue. Its just its advertised on every bus in Dublin and he spots every one.
do you know that tune, I am humming it right now...
de-de, de-de-de, de-de-de- de-de DE DE!
There may be trouble Ahead!
The movie I am anticipating this week is "Terminator Salvation". I am afraid to see it. I am a Terminator Fan, and can even grudgingly watch the third one, cause my son loves it. I have it built up in my head to be great for some reason and the trailers I have seen have me prepared for a great film. But the reviews are luke-warm and I am afraid to knock this "great" movie from its pedestal in my mind.
My son who is almost four thinks I am bringing him to see it, but his mother has said definitely
NO, and who am I to argue. Its just its advertised on every bus in Dublin and he spots every one.
do you know that tune, I am humming it right now...
de-de, de-de-de, de-de-de- de-de DE DE!
There may be trouble Ahead!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Plodding
Are we all Plodding through life?
In one article in This Sundays Times, Jeremy Clarkson talks about our plodding through life and not really doing anything. I presume that he meant that we were all just getting up every day and doing the same old routines and basically waiting for death. He backs up his argument with his other article in the paper which is about driving around London in his 500 horse-power Mercedes, speed cameras and speeding in general.
I presume he wrote about the Plodding after he wrote the hackneyed, cliched piece on speed cameras and Mercedes. Its his speciality, railing against liberals and regulation in general. And I think thats why I like to read him. Not every week, but every so often I like to read about how he hates cyclists and vegetarians and people who drive slowly. I plod through life, but enjoy life too.
I like that when I read clarkson, I know I will get a few cheap laughs at the expense of people who think they are making the world a better place, but are really just making it annoying for the rest of us.
I suspect that writing his umpteenth article about this sort of thing has given him the Plodding feeling. But his target audience are the plodders of the world, I suspect that few who read his articles about 200 thousand euro vehicles could ever dream of buying them. We are plodders reading his plodding, and from the comfort of our own sofas and without having to think too much about it we have a laugh and dont have to spend any more than 2.50 to do so.
Plod on Clarky!
In one article in This Sundays Times, Jeremy Clarkson talks about our plodding through life and not really doing anything. I presume that he meant that we were all just getting up every day and doing the same old routines and basically waiting for death. He backs up his argument with his other article in the paper which is about driving around London in his 500 horse-power Mercedes, speed cameras and speeding in general.
I presume he wrote about the Plodding after he wrote the hackneyed, cliched piece on speed cameras and Mercedes. Its his speciality, railing against liberals and regulation in general. And I think thats why I like to read him. Not every week, but every so often I like to read about how he hates cyclists and vegetarians and people who drive slowly. I plod through life, but enjoy life too.
I like that when I read clarkson, I know I will get a few cheap laughs at the expense of people who think they are making the world a better place, but are really just making it annoying for the rest of us.
I suspect that writing his umpteenth article about this sort of thing has given him the Plodding feeling. But his target audience are the plodders of the world, I suspect that few who read his articles about 200 thousand euro vehicles could ever dream of buying them. We are plodders reading his plodding, and from the comfort of our own sofas and without having to think too much about it we have a laugh and dont have to spend any more than 2.50 to do so.
Plod on Clarky!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Kit kat now.
How about a moratorium?
All bloggers should have to refrain from political commentary for an agreed period.
They could all temporarily become foodies, travel writers or maybe dolphin spotters.
Look, come up with something.
Stop reminding us about what a shower of scally-wags the majority of politicans are.
We know what they are. We know about their expenses. We know about their short-comings and most importantly we know that its the constant bleating in the papers about it that keeps them somewhat in-check.
But look, for about two-weeks can we have some Jam recipes or something? maybe some carefully written articles on where you like to spend your weekends, or you could post those first two pages that you have written of your best-seller!
Do it.
It really doesn't matter who wins the local elections.
It really doesnt.
Give us sunshine.
All bloggers should have to refrain from political commentary for an agreed period.
They could all temporarily become foodies, travel writers or maybe dolphin spotters.
Look, come up with something.
Stop reminding us about what a shower of scally-wags the majority of politicans are.
We know what they are. We know about their expenses. We know about their short-comings and most importantly we know that its the constant bleating in the papers about it that keeps them somewhat in-check.
But look, for about two-weeks can we have some Jam recipes or something? maybe some carefully written articles on where you like to spend your weekends, or you could post those first two pages that you have written of your best-seller!
Do it.
It really doesn't matter who wins the local elections.
It really doesnt.
Give us sunshine.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Recession depression makes me smile..
I havent heard anyone talking about the value of their house this year. Or indeed what one (slightly bigger, and with a conservatory) 'went for' just around the corner. Not that they'd dream of selling of course, the neighbours are all fabulous....
And nobody has asked me for ages when I am going to get a real job, because it is suddenly acceptable to just have a job, and not some far reaching world-dominating aspirations, that we all seemed to have before.
This recession is great fun.
Fuck it, kick back with a can of cheap lager and enjoy the ride.
And to Anne-Marie H in the Irish times bitching about the price of drink, have you been to the cinema in Dublin recently? Or to dinner in any of its restaurants? or fucking bowling? Show me anything that isnt over-priced in Dublin. Maybe you could start a blog or regular column in the IT dedicated to forms of entertainment that cost too much in Dublin. You'd never run out of material. Next week, Anne Marie discovers Irish Concert prices are a fucking rip-off! And you can still get tickets for the third U2 concert a week after launch, who said a recession couldnt make you smile.
And nobody has asked me for ages when I am going to get a real job, because it is suddenly acceptable to just have a job, and not some far reaching world-dominating aspirations, that we all seemed to have before.
This recession is great fun.
Fuck it, kick back with a can of cheap lager and enjoy the ride.
And to Anne-Marie H in the Irish times bitching about the price of drink, have you been to the cinema in Dublin recently? Or to dinner in any of its restaurants? or fucking bowling? Show me anything that isnt over-priced in Dublin. Maybe you could start a blog or regular column in the IT dedicated to forms of entertainment that cost too much in Dublin. You'd never run out of material. Next week, Anne Marie discovers Irish Concert prices are a fucking rip-off! And you can still get tickets for the third U2 concert a week after launch, who said a recession couldnt make you smile.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Have I asked you this before?
Have you ever had a case of delayed dejavu? It occurs usually the day after an event, or maybe after several hours. You think back and feel like it had happened to you before. Or if you met a person for the first time, and you think later on that you had met that person before. Normally dejavu is associated with instantaneousness. It occurs right as the incident is happening. Its inexplicable often, and usually hard to pin down exactly how you feel its happened before. Its often hard to pin down what aspect of the event feels as though has happened before. Its just a flash in your brain. But the experience I am trying to pin down is a delyed version of this. I think it could be a new type of madness. Maybe someone will write a book about me and even call the syndrome after me. I'm not sure but I keep meeting new people and the next day I am sure I have met them before. Now we dont need any smart Alec's pointing out that when I am thinking on a Monday about someone I met on the sunday before, that I had met them before that i had indeed met them before. The previous day. It was Sunday. Thats not what I mean and you know it. I mean I feel like I met them somewhere before Sunday. And no I dont mean maybe it was Saturday sure you were at Mass on Sunday and then you went to your parents for tea and went home to bed and didnt meet anybody, it must have been Saturday. (or as Matt Cooper would say sah-er-day) I dont think I'm explaining this very well, and its nearly time for my pills, so i'll leave it to you. Maybe you can explain it to me, I await links...
PS
If you are a mental health professional and recognize actual symptons of a real mental problem here, please keep it to yourself.
-SAm
PS
If you are a mental health professional and recognize actual symptons of a real mental problem here, please keep it to yourself.
-SAm
Friday, February 20, 2009
May I be the first to say..
With all the Doom and Gloom that is going on, and the fear that is being struck in our hearts about how we are all to loose our jobs, and become destitute, and all the revelations about what a crowd of shysters are in charge of this country and the total lack of regard they have for us , may I be the first to say, that at least..
There is a great stretch in the evenings!
There is a great stretch in the evenings!
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