Mark Grealish

Cats and wizardry.



Cloud forest at Bray Head

Eadaoin on (and after) Bray Head

Posts lag behind reality because the month past was intense, being both stressful and tiring. The pair of us climbed Bray Head on the Monday of the August bank holiday weekend. So Eadaoin thought I was mad in my insistence that we wear proper outdoor gear for the walk. Some little girl, on our way […]

Bray Head from Bray train station

This is life with Cookie

I’m now a pedestal, a platform for her attacks on Eadaoin’s ferns.

This is our life meow

Aged 35.25

Nobody told me how hard it is to be an adult. When I fucked off out of school at eighteen with the dregs of a Leaving Certificate clutched in hand, there were no expectations laid down. Like, I was a graduate fuck-up whom no college or university would touch. I fucked around for six months […]

Strange days, dark days

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 […]

Writing off WordPress

I have begun the move away from WordPress that I promised I’d make. My first steps were to: Submit Sheepie to the WordPress theme codex. Publish the the underlying Sass library, Charon, npm (the description needs work at the time this post went up). I have ceased all development and support for all PHP- or […]

Literally Markour

Eadaoin asked for urban exploration, for parkour and excitement. I have no idea why she giggled at me when I delivered.