i prefer you to cows
This is my new favorite song:
Nach doiligh domhsa mo chailin a mholadh
‘S ni he amhain mar bhi si rua
Bhi si mar gath greine a dhul in eadan na gloinne
is bhi sceimh mhna na finne le mo caillin rua
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Chuir me an deoch ar mo caillin deas rua!
B’fhearr liom i na bo is na serrach,
A bhfuil da loinghis a’ tarraingt chun cuain,
B’fhearr liom aris na cios cluain maidne
Go mbeinn is mo chaillin in mBaile an Luain.
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Chuir me an deoch ar mo caillin deas rua!
Chuir me mo chailin go margadh Shligidh,
B’e sin fein an margadh bhi daor,
Bhi scilling agus punt ar a pheice mine
No go dtug mise na fuinneadh do mo chailin rua
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Chuir me an deoch ar mo caillin deas rua!
Chuaigh si siar le broga breach’uirthi
Ribini glasuaine teannta ‘ar a gruaig,
D’ealaigh si uaimse le buachaill an tsiopa,
‘S a Ri, nar dheas i mo chailin rua!
Eighteen cheers for Irish Gaelic yay! ie: Not Elvish, to those wise arses out there who are smirking in an amused manner at my predictable ways. Yes, I mean you.
Katie, I heart you more than it is possible to heart a person who has just bestowed not one but two Gaelic Storms on my undeserving self. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but I really like this song. It sort of sounds like that crazy dance song from Lagaan. Am I completely certified, or just a wishful thinker?
Oh, how I missed Lost over the winter break. I would have probably said many variants of "Aww!! *squee* he's so adorable I want to give him a hug look at that incredible acting, oh my god his neck this is so sad it hurts me!! *woe*" but... well, needless to say, I was watching it with Randy-Not-Giles and Suspected Stoner Boy. Alas, all fangirly comments were muffled into the side of the armchair. I think I actually started chewing on it at one point. Not sure if I want to go confirm that suspicion.
Note to any mercenaries/assassins/lycans/Slayers/vampires/Van Helsings/killers-for-hire present: I wish someone would 'conveniently' drown Jack so I don't have to watch his annoying, arrogant, 'I-have-a-palm-tree-stuck-up-my-ass-and-it's-disrupting-all-my-higher-brain-functions' self prance around anymore. *hint hint* You can take an IOU, right?
Also. Hurley needs to be King of the Land of the Lost. End of story. Even though he was in this episode not so much at all, really. If they held a stand-up competition, I think it would come down to Hurley, Sawyer and pre-hanging Charlie. Too much funny for one island.
I'm actually starting to like Kate somewhat. Want to shoot myself. (I mean, come on, how many gratuitous shots of her in her underwear are they going to pack in before the season's over?) I am happy, actually, they're finally doing more on Shannon and Boone. They're both so incredibly dislikeable that I can't help loving them. I think Shannon and Sayid should do the hookin'-up-inna-jungle thing. Just because it would be funny, and would gross my stepmom out. And Boone should find a pair of tweezers. Those eyebrows are taking over. Today, his forehead. Tomorrow, the network.
In family-ish news... in case I haven't whined enough to you in person (which I am ridiculously good at doing, I might add), the whole crew has been stuck at Randy-Not-Giles' house since... oh, Monday. As in, like, staying there. Mom caught whatever Lorren and Anthony had, but ten times worse. She might have pneumonia, we won't know what's going on until the blood tests come back etcetera. But while I'm very bummed for her, because I know how sucky being laid up for almost two weeks is... well, it's been less than peachy in the Dullum clan. Let's just say that my mom is a Really Angry, Bitchy and Otherwise Pissy Sick Person. She's found it necessary to point out several times in excruciating detail why I am the most inconsiderate person she has the displeasure of knowing at the moment.
Well, okay, she didn't say it exactly like that. But she might as well have. I find it incredibly ironic. So, if I've been rude, mean or otherwise inconsiderate to you lately, just know that I have an official fanclub you can join. It's called Kiss My Ass Bitches and you have to pay me $25 bucks to join.
I didn't mean that, but it felt good to say.
I'm actually rather happy right now. The test from Hell AP World is over, I finally have a grip on my art Concentration... it's a nice feeling, that sort of 'middle finger to the rest of the world' thing. I mean, come on. I have Irish Gaelic music! How can I be anything but Ridiculously Ecstatic?!
Also: the Incredibles cereal is really good, but it tastes like some other cereal that I can't name and it is really pissing me off. Just thought you should know.
Nach doiligh domhsa mo chailin a mholadh
‘S ni he amhain mar bhi si rua
Bhi si mar gath greine a dhul in eadan na gloinne
is bhi sceimh mhna na finne le mo caillin rua
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Chuir me an deoch ar mo caillin deas rua!
B’fhearr liom i na bo is na serrach,
A bhfuil da loinghis a’ tarraingt chun cuain,
B’fhearr liom aris na cios cluain maidne
Go mbeinn is mo chaillin in mBaile an Luain.
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Chuir me an deoch ar mo caillin deas rua!
Chuir me mo chailin go margadh Shligidh,
B’e sin fein an margadh bhi daor,
Bhi scilling agus punt ar a pheice mine
No go dtug mise na fuinneadh do mo chailin rua
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Thug me liom i o bhaile go baile
Chuir me an deoch ar mo caillin deas rua!
Chuaigh si siar le broga breach’uirthi
Ribini glasuaine teannta ‘ar a gruaig,
D’ealaigh si uaimse le buachaill an tsiopa,
‘S a Ri, nar dheas i mo chailin rua!
Eighteen cheers for Irish Gaelic yay! ie: Not Elvish, to those wise arses out there who are smirking in an amused manner at my predictable ways. Yes, I mean you.
Katie, I heart you more than it is possible to heart a person who has just bestowed not one but two Gaelic Storms on my undeserving self. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but I really like this song. It sort of sounds like that crazy dance song from Lagaan. Am I completely certified, or just a wishful thinker?
Oh, how I missed Lost over the winter break. I would have probably said many variants of "Aww!! *squee* he's so adorable I want to give him a hug look at that incredible acting, oh my god his neck this is so sad it hurts me!! *woe*" but... well, needless to say, I was watching it with Randy-Not-Giles and Suspected Stoner Boy. Alas, all fangirly comments were muffled into the side of the armchair. I think I actually started chewing on it at one point. Not sure if I want to go confirm that suspicion.
Note to any mercenaries/assassins/lycans/Slayers/vampires/Van Helsings/killers-for-hire present: I wish someone would 'conveniently' drown Jack so I don't have to watch his annoying, arrogant, 'I-have-a-palm-tree-stuck-up-my-ass-and-it's-disrupting-all-my-higher-brain-functions' self prance around anymore. *hint hint* You can take an IOU, right?
Also. Hurley needs to be King of the Land of the Lost. End of story. Even though he was in this episode not so much at all, really. If they held a stand-up competition, I think it would come down to Hurley, Sawyer and pre-hanging Charlie. Too much funny for one island.
I'm actually starting to like Kate somewhat. Want to shoot myself. (I mean, come on, how many gratuitous shots of her in her underwear are they going to pack in before the season's over?) I am happy, actually, they're finally doing more on Shannon and Boone. They're both so incredibly dislikeable that I can't help loving them. I think Shannon and Sayid should do the hookin'-up-inna-jungle thing. Just because it would be funny, and would gross my stepmom out. And Boone should find a pair of tweezers. Those eyebrows are taking over. Today, his forehead. Tomorrow, the network.
In family-ish news... in case I haven't whined enough to you in person (which I am ridiculously good at doing, I might add), the whole crew has been stuck at Randy-Not-Giles' house since... oh, Monday. As in, like, staying there. Mom caught whatever Lorren and Anthony had, but ten times worse. She might have pneumonia, we won't know what's going on until the blood tests come back etcetera. But while I'm very bummed for her, because I know how sucky being laid up for almost two weeks is... well, it's been less than peachy in the Dullum clan. Let's just say that my mom is a Really Angry, Bitchy and Otherwise Pissy Sick Person. She's found it necessary to point out several times in excruciating detail why I am the most inconsiderate person she has the displeasure of knowing at the moment.
Well, okay, she didn't say it exactly like that. But she might as well have. I find it incredibly ironic. So, if I've been rude, mean or otherwise inconsiderate to you lately, just know that I have an official fanclub you can join. It's called Kiss My Ass Bitches and you have to pay me $25 bucks to join.
I didn't mean that, but it felt good to say.
I'm actually rather happy right now. The test from Hell AP World is over, I finally have a grip on my art Concentration... it's a nice feeling, that sort of 'middle finger to the rest of the world' thing. I mean, come on. I have Irish Gaelic music! How can I be anything but Ridiculously Ecstatic?!
Also: the Incredibles cereal is really good, but it tastes like some other cereal that I can't name and it is really pissing me off. Just thought you should know.