Poem by Philip Larkin, shared with me by a friend. They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and […]
We get the best and worst of weathers in a Galway winter.
Gaelcon runs again this October bank holiday, same as it always does, same as it always has. When I was a teenager, Gaelcon was the be-all of Irish gaming. The con was our annual pilgrimage, the weekend where gamers from around Ireland came to let their hair down. Card games like Magic and L5R dominated […]
Today I clicked into a mainstream news website which had an autoplaying video frame. The autoplaying video wanted me to watch an autoplaying video advertisement before it’d show me the autoplaying video. There are men and women on this green Earth, brothers and sisters, who deserve to be taken outside and whipped with a chain, […]
Your sense of agency can be described as your perception of control in any given situation. Now, yeah, it varies. You feel less agency at work, for example, because someone else owns the product or project, or you need to consider other opinions. You get the idea. Most people have a robust sense of agency […]
The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and […]
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Whenever you start to complain First take the time to git blame!
Reddit jokes aside, holy shit: I wooed Eadaoin with space facts. We would spent hours on Skype at night when we first went out, where I’d talk about the universe to help get her to sleep. https://xkcd.com/1746/
I’m gonna say it: today was strange. A person I worked for last year committed suicide on Monday night. While I know their reasons, they aren’t mine to share, but I can understand and sympathise with their underlying motive. That I can talk about. There are a million stupid “think about the suiciders!111one” posts floating […]
“Intelligent,” declared one. “Clever and driven,” said another.
In need of a beard trim, I entered a trendy new barbershop on Exchequer Street and requested one. They asked me for my name and email address.
It started right off with explanations of arrays and hash tables.
Some neighbourly smiles from Eadaoin and I. :)
There was a bunch of taff on Twitter about coffee cups…so why not?
Shit got weird this morning on Twitter.
I gave such an efficient answer that this post was the top Google result for “wall of photographs css.” I wanted to take another crack at the problem from a different angle, but no, I already have it solved. Jerk.
I couldn’t tell you how the crap this started, but suddenly trash talk about cupcakes is flying thick and fast on Facebook and I’ve been challenged to a cupcake-off at the Iveagh Gardens this summer. I am so fucked.
Hot Potatoes is the biggest piece of shit, ever.
6 / 45 = 0.133333333 6 / 44 = 0.1363636363636364 6 / 43 = 0.1395348837209302 6 / 42 = 0.1428571428571429 6 / 41 = 0.1463414634146341 6 / 40 = 0.15 0.133333333 * 0.1363636363636364 * 0.1395348837209302 * 0.1428571428571429 * 0.1463414634146341 * 0.15 = 0.00000795574 = 0.00000795574 * 100000 = 0.795574 0.795574 probability of a given combination […]
Preamble: Compared to the Thai curry this meal was a dream to make. I already had most of the ingredients, and I was able to (with permission) take the remainder from Alanna and Casey’s stock. Chicken-fried steak is a steak fried like a chicken, so you call it “chicken-fried” (do you see a trend here?). […]
Preamble: The original recipe was awful. Follow the link for my entire rant about the experience, but TL;DR: 1. There were ingredients listed that weren’t used. 2. There were steps in the preparation that used ingredients which weren’t listed. Besides all of my woes in the other post, because of the shitty recipe, I fucked […]
Your mother is so fat that the hypergiant star NML Cygni has her name in the second line of its address. Your mother is so fat that if she were a ISO 1216 standard sheet of paper, her size would be A-10. Your mother is so fat that if she were a metropolitan statistical area, […]
I have noticed that many Irish Catholics bless themselves when in proximity to, or otherwise pass a church. I conjecture it is down to one of two effect, but I cannot tell which it might be through casual observation alone: There exists a spiritual inverse-square law. Every time you halve your distance to the church, […]
I’m using a fire, among the oldest of human technologies (say a good half million years?) while I upload files to my wife’s website using the Internet, one of our most recent (20 years).