Return of the Revenge of the Son of the Cousin of the Thing from the Pond Next to the Black Lagoon
Depite the better efforts of several people, I am still Web accessible. This is a distressing thing for all concerned, myself included, as one the one hand it means that you all get inflicted with my scrabblings at the rock-face of QWERTY, whilst I get spam email in retaliation.
One of us is the loser in this equation, and thanks to email filters, it's probably not me.
Howandorever, it's time to use this LJ thing for a bit of pointless self-indulgent whining and memeage. If I manage to make my quota of bad poetry, I get my very own "Emo/Hitler" t-shirt.
...but in true emo-style, the deep unending ceaseless dark apathy of my soul once more convinces me that none of you will truly understand my pain, so there's no point in trying to enlighten you with the sheer magnificence of my insights into the bleak wilderness of extended metaphors for navel-gazing about why my life sucks (even though it actually doesn't, which makes this post even MORE Emo - yeah, that's how I mope, bitches).
Oh well. Bullet-points it is, then.
1) Back in Mullingar for the moment. This involves commuting to work in Dublin. I never claimed to be smart.
2) I keep getting tapped for doing high-level Cam-work in Changeling. Again, I never claimed to be smart.
3) Booked plane flights and hotel for ICC in October, to be hosted by Canada, but held in Detroit. There's a reason, but it's not claiming to be smart.
There's a few other pots boiling away, and we shall see what the future holds, but things are looking up overall.
...in an emo sort of way.
*claims t-shirt*
One of us is the loser in this equation, and thanks to email filters, it's probably not me.
Howandorever, it's time to use this LJ thing for a bit of pointless self-indulgent whining and memeage. If I manage to make my quota of bad poetry, I get my very own "Emo/Hitler" t-shirt.
...but in true emo-style, the deep unending ceaseless dark apathy of my soul once more convinces me that none of you will truly understand my pain, so there's no point in trying to enlighten you with the sheer magnificence of my insights into the bleak wilderness of extended metaphors for navel-gazing about why my life sucks (even though it actually doesn't, which makes this post even MORE Emo - yeah, that's how I mope, bitches).
Oh well. Bullet-points it is, then.
1) Back in Mullingar for the moment. This involves commuting to work in Dublin. I never claimed to be smart.
2) I keep getting tapped for doing high-level Cam-work in Changeling. Again, I never claimed to be smart.
3) Booked plane flights and hotel for ICC in October, to be hosted by Canada, but held in Detroit. There's a reason, but it's not claiming to be smart.
There's a few other pots boiling away, and we shall see what the future holds, but things are looking up overall.
...in an emo sort of way.
*claims t-shirt*