A buddy of mine always seems to sense when I am hungry. Just as I might get a pang of hunger, right on cue, the buddy would see if I wanted to go with them for something to eat. Sounds good. Lets go. Lets go eat. The problem was, I would inevitably find out, that it was never a straight forward scenario of just going somewhere to eat. Without fail, there was always something else. A shop where we had to call into quickly on the way. Then one more place next door to return some other item. While we’re in this area, can we just get one more thing. It will only be 5 more minutes, 55 tops! Sorry about this, food is on me for all the commotion. Always, always, always happened. Obviously only one person at fault… me, for not copping on after the second time that this was the way it was going to be. Saying we were going to get something to eat. But not actually eating for a long, long time after what was first planned. In the end, I’d end up in the pub, drinking my sanity back after yet another run around. Continue Reading »
Monthly Archives: September 2009
Hhhh-mmmmm-AAAHHHH
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Yes. No. Maybe so. These simple answers cover a lot of everyday questions. Nice and simple. If only. Every now and again, I like to respond with a Yeti style answer. Not really falling into any category. Sometimes it comes down to the fact that I might just be too tired to actually form the words properly. Or I might not have the energy to fully engage in the conversation. I have tendencies to just yawn out an inconclusive word or answer. If it is a few words in a row, I will probably just mash them together, giving out a “Mmmyaaawwhhh”. Or something to that effect. Noise, I suppose is the best way to describe it. An acknowledgement that I have been asked a question, and am trying my best to answer. Just not doing a good job of it.
Other times, my Chewbacca statement comes about from the fact that I am not that good at Continue Reading »
In The Loo, Vindaloo, In Lieu…
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Debates have ensued over whether or not you might want to hear about today. I doubt it. Groundhog day. A re-run of yesterday. Different shovel. Where I just end up, once again, scratching my head in confusion. Is it the people I am dealing with? Or am I, seriously, a bit challenged, mentally? Not much point in re-telling the almost exact same day as yesterday. I don’t think Groundhog Day, the book, would’ve been a great read. Just simply replace “come back tomorrow” with “come back next week” in yesterday’s blogaruu. Great stuff. On the upside, Continue Reading »
Got Milk?
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This morning was set aside to get a few small things out of the way. Run a few errands. Should get them out of the way in an hour, two tops. 4 simple enough tasks. 3 particularly basic, elementary ones. Back home then to work on the book. Easy. Could I get them all done within an hour? Ok, go…
11.00 – Arrive at the tax office. Need to sort out a few issues with an upcoming tax payment. Won’t answer their phones. Had to call in, need to find out info for one question only.
11.05 – Figure out which department I must talk to, take a ticket. #502. Wait.
11.20 – Wait. Now serving #498.
11.30 – Still on #498. Wait. Not sure the person being served speaks English.
11.45 – Now serving #500. Must only be even numbers. Keep waiting. Not sure this person can speak any language, only grunting. Slow grunts.
12.05 – Calling #502, wuu. Get up to the desk. Told that they close for lunch at 12, come back at 2. Are you serious? Grunt “Yes”.
Not going to plan. Time to try out task number 2: Get a new battery for my watch. Drive around and around and around, find a parking space. Find a jeweler, hand the watch in, come back in half an hour. To be safe, I told them I’d be back in two? Two hours is perfect, see you then. Looking good. I decided to kill the 3rd bird before going back to tax land. Drive around some more circles looking for parking. Find a spot. Triangular distance from the tax office. And the shop. Where I was going. To Continue Reading »
Actuary. Actually? Not Exactly…
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As I am sure you are all already aware, my favourite subject in school used to be Maths. Or, Math, for any Emericano readers. Common knowledge, first topic on my Wikipedia page. You could almost say Einstein was my hero. But he wasn’t. Still though, for whatever reason, I used to get a good buzz out of solving a tough maths equation. That deserves a ha. However, it is true. Who needed drugs, when a maths buzz was enough to keep me happy. To this day, if I ever I am in a situation where I need to kill some time, I will just start multiplying figures in my head to keep me entertained. Works too if you need to zone people out. There was even a stage, a lengthy one in fact, that I was gearing up to study as an actuary in college. Imagine the women flocking when you subtly mentioned you worked in life assurance. Plus the lure of the salaries which actuaries were supposed to make in their first year, tickled my fancy even more. Back when I thought money was cool. What an exciting life that would’ve been… Money! Women! Life assurance! Would’ve been tremendous fun. Continue Reading »
Giggity
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Excluding a bit of gardening yesterday (well, pruning to be exact) the rest of my weekend has been worked around a couple of gigs. One stand-up in Dubla, then back down to Cork to DJ. Stand-up is the definitely the area where I tend to get a bit of nerves before going on. And the area that I do the most amount of work for, beforehand. Or so I let myself believe anyways. I slowly figured out, that it is actually the area I do the least amount of preparation for, even though it is the one I should be doing the most for. I think the fact that it is only a 15 minute time slot is my downfall. Subconsciously I must just let myself think then, that less amount of time should be used to prepare for a gig, as opposed to writing, or DJ’ing, as they take longer to do. If that makes sense. As a result, when it is gig time, the pressure starts to creep out of the cupboard. Like an exam I have not fully studied for, trying and hoping to wing parts of it.
Spoon
The main reason for the gig was the fact that a producer I have been meeting recently was coming along, to check it out as part of a proposal. On top of that, Continue Reading »
Enough Talk, More Writing! 