Rantings, mostly…

After being swamped with offers and requests for this domain I have finally sifted through all 4 of them.

Yep, four.

• Declined
• Violation of DreamHost’s TOS
• Never replied to initial correspondence
• Accepted

The final of which being a friend who offered to share the costs of this site and provide some experience elsewhere.  So there you have it.

Oh wait.

She wants me to continue blogging whenever the hell I get around to it because it is therapeutic.

*shrugs*

And not a single one of them used the comments.

Yeah, yeah, we’re only 2 hours into it, but I plan on lapsing into a coma momentarily, so here’s to all my Leprechaun buddies out there.

So, here’s a few tips for your Irish lads and lasses:

1.  Never show your arse to a law enforcement officer.

2.  Never bribe a law enforcement officer.

3.  Never hit a law enforcement officer.

4.  Never spit on or at a law enforcement officer.

5.  Never swing wildly on someone who bumps you in a nightclub as they may be an undercover law enforcement officer.

6.  Never throw your beer on a law enforcement officer.

7.  Never bite a law enforcement officer.

8.  Never motion with your hands like you’re firing a gun at a law enforcement officer.

9.  Never tell a law enforcement officer, “Come and get me then, you fuggin’ wanker!”  (Alternatively, don’t call them a “steam hole,” either.  Apparently they ALL know what it means.)

And last but not least, believe it or not…

10.  Never grab a law enforcement officer’s crotch and attempt to kiss them.

This list has been made possible by those wonderfully inebriated and lovable cousins and friends in my life — and who said the Irish don’t know how to have fun?

Éirinn go Brách!

Oh yeah, don’t I feel special.  I finally got my HTC Touch yesterday.

Interesting little device, although it is a bit lackluster.  I really don’t know what the hell I expected out of a Pocket PC, but I mean, I guess it’s good — what do I have to compare it to?

*shrugs*

Yep, it’s that dreaded time of year again.  So many new and interesting things have transpired and yet so many plain and repetitive things have happened as well.

I cannot possibly hope to convince you that this blog will encounter some revolutionary content surge or “wow” you with a new and improved layout, but I can assure you that I will quite possibly be the most consistently boring and non-entertaining blogger you have ever had the misfortune to encounter.

Stay tuned!  I plan on unveiling absolutely nothing in the near future.

I am so tired and unenthusiastic about this post I am not even going to post any links whatsoever to Adult Swim or some of its newest retarded “horror comedies” like Stiff and Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace.

Stupid shite isn’t even funny.  It makes me SICK!

Seriously though… Stiff is stupid.  Decent gore for a low-budget piece of shite though.

Speaking of which, is Adult Swim really that low-budget?  Since when?

(The links don’t actually work so don’t bother clicking on them.)

So far today Ewok has said:

“I knewn it!” in response to Sissy reaffirming something Ewok apparently knew already.

“ooo cha things are gonna’ get easier” is her “Ooh Child” rendition.

“She is the goodest.”  When corrected she then said, “Oh, I mean the gooderest.”

“And I hanged my head and cried.”  Apparently a lost line in “You Are My Sunshine.”

Then Cole said:

“Is it just me or is my child the dumbest kid in the world, but also the most giftedest?”

Before all of this though, Ewok and Sissy had a LONG conversation in a made up language.  Not only a made up language, but one they were inventing on-the-fly.

And then Ewok chided Sissy in that language for a few moments and then sang to her for twice as long.

Mo-gin, Moogy, and myself just stared in wide-eyed amazement the entire time.

If anyone can read this, know that I fear for my life and you should send help as soon as possible.