Random thoughts go here

They think i got a collapsed lung once from being tackled playing rugby once. scariest moment of my life.

I've always wanted to play rugby.

yeah, i dunno if i'd want you playing rugby

But what if I be really careful?

lol. thats like running at a brick wall carefully

$20 was totally worth being able to download all the music on my iPod onto the iTunes on my new computer. Hooray for finally having all my aussie music on my computer in an easily-accessible format! Now I can listen to my birsday music whenever the hell I feel like it. Hurrah!

dang, that is awesome. i didnt know you could do that

You can if you pay $20 for some nifty downloadable software.

if i had the $20 i would think about it

There's only one thing on this entire planet that is guaranteed to make me happy no matter what mood I'm in.

Cheese?

Nope! Though that's a good guess. I prolly should have said person, instead of thing.

Invisible state

"There are others now packing.
Cramming mementoes into obese suitcases.
They are looking for a new life. A new beginning.
A job. A few Euro.
Family men and women. Young boys and girls. Children...

They are coming. But they will not be welcomed.
The only people pleased to see them will be their traffickers.
They will be stuffed like squashed grapes into a vat.
The airtight container will wrap around them like a monster's mouth.
There will be no light for days.
They will not see the ocean nor hear the seagulls.
To them in the darkness, Dublin will indeed be a heaven, Grafton Street a wonderland.
They will not experience Joyce's swerve of shore, nor bend of bay, nor see the environs.

These are the ghost people.
The invisible.
*shhh*
Can you hear them?

Faith holds them together, huddled in the hold of a ship.
They are the recycled, the turned away.
Fodder, raw product for the only industry they have ever known: Human cargo.
They are the smuggled goods.
The media will call them non-Nationals.
Eastern Europeans, Africans, aliens
refugees, migrants, asylum seekers, spongers.
But I know them as Lithuanians, Bosnians, Romanians
Nigerians, Sudanese, Irish, Russians, my fellows.

God knows them as his children
as they are all arrested at the point of entry on East Wall.
God and Beckett think:
"Try harder. Try again."
God loves a trier. We all love a doer.

They will now be escorted, frog-marched, corralled
onto chartered flights, against their bill of rights.
No mention of the UN Convention.
Against their will and God's they will be strapped in for take-off.
Taken away, the throw-away people, for export, for deport,
always on the go, on the look-out for a resting place, a halting site.
For them it will be return, return, return to sender.

No address known. No passport. No ID papers to call their own. Destination unknown.

They will tell of Irish eyes not smiling.
The only people pleased to see them will be their traffickers.
They are the goods in transit.
Welcome aboard flight EU 2004.
These people are not the movers and the shakers.
They are the moved on, the shaken to their very, very core.
Nothing to greet them but a cold, cold reception.
They are the no paid, the constantly conveyor-belted.
From port to port, landstrip from landstrip.
From detention centre to detention centre, prison to prison, horror to horror.
Passed on over and over, a lifetime.
Like a well-palmed coin, always in motion.
In their hearts, hope against hope rides shotgun.
All they seek is a living.

God blows his warm breath on them - 30, 000 feet above in a tin can they travel.
The captain announces that the day they all travel 1st class, but nobody understands his language.

Everybody prays to the god of their choice, for one last chance,
for another go at the wall, at the frontiers, at the gates, at the borders.

God says yes.
The EU says no.

We would all like another chance, but the only happy, smiling faces that will greet them
will be their traffickers, their smugglers, their slave-makers.
And the media....the media will call them
non-Nationals, foreigners, no-gooders, aliens.
The media will call them spongers, lazy, wasters, layabouts, criminals
dirt moochers, law-breakers, job-robbers.
But I know them as my friends.
I know them as my neighbours.
I know them as my brothers, and my sisters.
I know them as my fellow human beings."


Gerard Mannix Flynn

tea is a good idea

Jell-o is a good idea too.

A shower would be nice.

Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

...makes you wonder what else we gloss over.

I wonder if there actually is an Itchycoo Park?

Itchycoo Park? I think you can get a cream for that.

So that's what the kids are calling it these days.

I'm not sure what to do, I have a 6 pack of beer and an invitation to a solstice bonfire party. The dilemma is that it will be midnight before I get there and there is a strong likelihood that they will be partied out or just too drunk to interact with. Do I go anyway? I'll let you know what I decided, tomorrow.

That is quite the delimna. Hmm... I would've stayed in That's mostly because midnight is too late for me to GO out...already being out at the time is one thing, but to leave that late? eek.

I feel old.

I went, it was fun. Met some new people, saw some other people I don't see too often. Might go mini-golfing on thursday with some of them and then go pub hopping.

Glad you had fun!

I wonder how many people from WoW have complained to Blizzard that finding pearls in the barnacle-covered clams is ridiculous. Everyone knows that pearls come from oysters. At least, I thought everyone knew that.

A fact reflected accurately in Oblivion. The only game I have where you can fireball a gladiator to death and then go for some nice pearl diving.

Oh, and re WoW; watch the South Park episode Make Love, Not Warcraft. V. funnie.

I heart South Park.

My former roommate and I each own half of the South Park collection. When we lived together we had seasons 1-8 (and the movie) all lined out and displayed in the living room. It was fantastic.

Batteries should come in just one size. Why the hell not? I'm not a scientician, but I'm pretty sure that would:
a) Work, and;
b) Be the best idea anyone's ever had.

IF ^ were a scientician, ^ would make it cool, instead of scare everyone away from it like Tom Cruise did.

That was $cientology, that's different from being a scientician, you donkeytron!

I know that. I was being punny, but clearly you had to ruin it and think I was dumb. Way to go.

*IndieGirl goes off and sobs in a corner.

Come back! I enjoy your feeble attempts at punny-ness! Especially if they insult the poison dwarf Cruise.

My punnyness is very feeble, it's true. It's like, li'l brudder. Scrapin' along on its one...leg.

Liddle bruder?
*sniff*

You can make it am your own!

"Strong Bad...is li'l brudder named after me? Do you think of me as a one-legged puppy?"
"Uh...no. I think of you as a two-legged elephant. Named Tendafoot. I could power a small city with my whining..."
"I probably could..."

So my brother's friend, on Facebook, had his relationship status set to "It's Complicated." And my brother posted this comment afterwards:

"Complicated, eh? What's the matter, your AOE2 disc have problems with commitment?"

Sometimes, like that, I am so proud to call him family.

"Aw...some animal died."