Random useless facts of my own. Got stuck in an elevator yesterday. With a suspicious deaf guy. Suspicious in the sense I think he had selective hearing. Odd. Ended with him getting stuck in the door. Trying to squeeze out. Good work. Speaking of. I’ve been nominated for three Irish blog awards. Mighty. On the other hand. I still haven’t finished my book. After all that thinking and saying how I need to finish it, it still isn’t done? What what? Thinking and saying usually gets buckets done! Figured out writing is not really a science. Which is a balls. Seeing as I can not pinpoint exactly when I will be finished. And finally, I cant wait to see the sun for longer than just an hour in the morning. As I am now seeing floaters. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »
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Fine. I’ll Comb It.
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Who wants to hear a ridiculously pointless story?! Ah well, it’s not ridiculously pointless. Ah well, it actually is. Maybe not completely pointless. To one person. Probably just the one. Probably. Although if you are one of the many people who have ever felt the need to insist I should comb my hair, maybe you might find it of note. Probably. Not. Thing is. I just remembered. How big a combed head I used to be. Immaculate parting. Straight as an arrow. Splitting hairs. Like a landing strip. White line down the centre of my head. Nicely tanned during the summer. Brazilian. Or whichever one that is. Perfect divide. No stragglers. East. West. A combing king. King Combs! Bit of Brylcreem. Followed by a quick flick of a brush. Either side of the Berlin Wall. Little bit of a fringe. Check in the mirror. And. I. Was. Dancing! Continue Reading »
The Zebra Effect
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Have you ever wondered what happens if you cross an ape with a zebra? Obviously you have. Although I myself have not. However. Oddly. I got to find out. Kind of bizarre. Not bizarre in a zebrape, hybrid kind of way. Bizarre in a no-way-did-that-just-happen, kind of way. So bizarre I actually forgot it happened. Thank funk I get flashbacks. Or memory jogs. Or scribble down notes. Only reminded when I walked by the scene of the crime again yesterday. Scene of the crash, to be more exact. And to think. All started with a mysterious man named Neil. Kind of. Not at all. Continue Reading »
Enough Talk, More Music!!!
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Incredible news. Really amazing. Really relevant. Really unbelievable. Really insignificant. Really. However. Still. In fairness to her big day. Credit to le blogaruu. She’s being going aboot a year to the day. Isn’t that just amazingly incredibly insignificantly unbelievably irrelevantly pointless news to everyone! One year out of the writing closet. Coinciding with editing what I think is the final draft of my first book. Mr. Myles Stone. Take a bow. Who knows where you’ll be this time next year. For now. Just sit. And wait for your medal. Which I presume is being delivered as we speak. Hope it’s a nice shiny triangular copper one. Your favourite. On a less serious tone, I do have a big music blogaruu lined up. Just don’t have the time yet with the editing going on. Soon though. I swear. Anyways, enough talk, more music!!! Continue Reading »
Vaseline. Alley. Riding. Carrots.
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Not too sure what a typical Valentine’s Day consists of… Bed. Breakfast. Chocolates. Flowers. Wining. Dining. Whining. Drunk. Lingerie. Hip hip hooray? Not too sure. Mine was similar enough to that. Ish. Kind of. Not at all. More like a typical Sunday. Back in the pre-cave days. Hand bags. Man bags. Russian. Riding. Chinese. Haggling. Dancing. Carrots. Juice. Mexican. Flowers. Bouncing. Drag. Puff. Vaseline. And. An. Alley. Typical enough. Continue Reading »
The Ungrateful Living
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Haven’t blogaruu’d for a few days. Withdrawal symptoms. Pretty sure it’s being keeping you awake at night as well. Wondering why so. Pretty sure. Pre-tty sure. Sure. Not writing for more than two days kind of gets me a tad freaked though. Use it or you may just lose it. Or some gibberish like that. This time around. Few reasons. Going through my head for a while. Need to dump them out. Move on. Ape reasons first. Continue Reading »
Enough Talk, More Writing! 