Update for December 3rd

Usually, I have to be told to shut up. Never did I expect that doing so voluntarily would result in angry messages being sent my way. So I'll make a deal with all those whiners: I'll write, and you won't complain about the quality.

And send me a medal. Thanks.

Chief whiner

Most vocal about all of this has been Claire. Every time I talk to her, it's been Why aren't you writing? this, Why aren't you writing? that, and When someone gives you a compliment, say “thank you”; not “I know”. I'm getting a bit tired of it.

I tried my best to find an angry picture of Claire, but I couldn't; you'll have to make do with Grimlock. Although both lead packs of dinosaur-like robots, that's where the similarity ends. I've tried to make the picture look more like Claire by adding in some curly black hair and lasers shooting from his eyes.

So, what's been really bothering me about Claire lately? Take a guess. It's her fucking laser beam eyes. For quite some time now, I've been trying to cut a deal with the Man upstairs for the ability of flight. So far, nothing. But I've told Him that, if it is not His will that I can fly unaided, then I will settle for being able to shoot lasers from my eyes.

And what do I see on Sunday? Claire, shooting lasers from her eyes. Then I find out that Kevin has some weird ability to deal with crazy people, a skill I could obviously do with. Obviously.

Bastards. The lot of them. The contempt I feel for them right now, sitting on my clearly non-flight-capable ass, is beyond measure. Bastards.

The other two

Less vocal have been Des and Aidan. Alright, that may be a bit of a stretch... Des has been mainly saying things like What the fuck is with those pictures, and Aidan has been complaining that my RSS feeds don't output full posts. But I need some sort of segue into the following events.

Aidan is living over in England with his fiance Lori, but was over here for two weeks recently. On the first Tuesday, at 11 O'Clock, Des decided we were going into town. After a quick drop home for a change of clothes and food (and to drop my laptop home), I caught up with them both at the Q-Bar. Aidan was drunkingly playing drums with the table, to a beat that had nothing to do with what we were hearing. We left soon after that, and headed down to the the Viperoom. It's hard to put things in order, but what I do remember is:

1. A comfortable ground floor, and a dingy underground dancefloor.
2. Aidan dancing, on his own, to some Nirvana; though there was no Nirvana playing.
3. A spectacularly attractive young woman who was, unfortunately, more drunk than Aidan.

We dropped into Zaytoons for a kebab, then got a cab back to Des' house. I was woken up in the morning by Des, then after falling asleep again, by Des' great sister. She did not impress me at all when she called me Rory.

We headed out again the following Wednesday; again, a last minute decision. We met in Doyles, then popped into the Plu+bar (Renards, basically). The barmaid seemed intent on proving to everyone that yes, she had large breasts; and yes, she made it very obvious. Another thing that was very obvious was the sky-high price of a pint. Five euro for a pint of Carlsberg! (Photo of receipt on its way).

Aidan was pissed off that the place was full of “poshos”, and that his semi-formal attire would probably get him kicked out by snobs. He complained that if you dressed up nicely, or were a hot woman, you'd get in. Me, I thought this was a great deal: dress up nicely, and get into a place full of hot women.

And damn it, it was. I noticed two damn fine women checking me out. I didn't do anything about the first woman; I'd just arrived. But I noticed the second woman later on in the night, we caught each other's eyes across the crowded bar. I look at her and smiled, then tried to beckon her over with hand signals. I'm such a lazy bastard when drunk (and in general); there was no way I was going to walk through all those people who were in the way. Suffice to say, she didn't seem to appreciate that.

Claire, this is what I was talking about when I mentioned my “hilariously shit technique”. I'd be a bit disappointed in any woman that responded favourably to that.

I stayed with the group, then went again to Zaytoons... best kebab shop in the city.

What's the best thing about this entry? Although not all of the websites linked here are crap, a lot are. It's the highest number of crap websites that I'll ever link to in an entry. I hope.

O, and another thing

I'm working on a project, that at the moment is very hush-hush. Those in the know, keep it under your hat. More on this as soon as is appropriate.