Totally pointless non-festive obligatory Christmas-ish post...

BAM! New post, for reason other than I cannot sleep anymore at regular hours, my circadian rhythm is desynchronised with the general populace... (note to self, stop watching countdown...) So in order to try and reach tiredness, I am going to pour some thoughts from my head into the putrid soup that is the internet.
Also, I am going to try and post at least weekly in the new year, I write this now only so I can look back and go "Damnit, I am a failure of a person because I cannot keep up with the simplest of tasks on a regular basis..."

Onward into depths of my mind...

Christmas is over, and I am terribly sad about that, but New Years is soon, so woot! Let's drink last year into oblivion and start this one off in a haze of drunkeness and debauchery and hedonism and lechery and all that wonderful stuff. America, FUCK YEAH!

Disregard the last two words of that paragraph, they make no sense. Wait, shit three words.
I realise now that this somehow slipped from what I was hoping to be a carefully thought out, well edited blog into a stream-of-consciousness type thing. I mean, I could delete all this up to now, or I could just continue on? Too late, fuck it you can't unread it, deal with it.

So I recently discovered, and even more recently rediscovered a hilarious blog called hyperbole and a half, which blogs on everything from retarded dogs, to games with bricks to killer velocigeeseters. I can't describe how funny this is in words alone, so I'm going to use the site's creator's own words and say that it is a "stabbing funny, and on a scale of one to ten, it's a seven"

I still don't quite get facebook. Or twitter. But twitter's shit and no-one of importance cares about it, i.e. me, mostly because I cannot contain my brilliance into 140 characters, and also because I refuse to abbrvt wrdz 4 te intrntz... (IRONY!) AND SUBTLETY! look what I learned to do...
Facebook! And how I am shit at it. I don't get the games, except for robot unicorn attack, I don't tag photos, because I dislike people tagging me and I'm all Jesus like in that respect and there's just too much stuff. Too much! Facebook will go the way of bebo, crushing itself under the weight of its numerous apps and clutter and quizzes and people will just move onto whatever the new thing is. My bet is Diaspora, check it out, tell your friends, I don't get paid, I swear...


First time we had turkey for Christmas dinner this year, and just wow. Turkey's always dry to me, but something was different this year (may have been the copious wad of butter inserted lovingly into the business end of the turkey, but who knows). This has changed my outlook on other foods, what else am I missing out on? Maybe peanut butter isn't actually that bad.

Actually, new paragraph, this is important. Peanut butter looks like poop. And from the way it moves, it seems to have the consistency of poop. I generally refuse to eat foods that resemble bodily functions. Someone once pointed out to me the irony of having Nesquik's mascot be a rabbit when the chocolatey cereal is not entirely dissimilar to cottontail crap. I have since eaten some, but it has taken on a bitter taste in my mouth. Other foods in this list include apple juice, fudge, porridge (vomit, in case you have to ask, which you might as that one always confuses even me...) and sandwich spread(also vomit, and strangely enough, something that no-one else seems to have heard of. But it is real, LOOK!

Vomit in a jar. All our technology, and we do this why?

Hair. Me my hair (my hair and I?) have a complicated relationship. I feel like an exasperated teacher when dealing with it. It has so much potential, I mean, really it could achieve some wonderful things if it would just try, and not be too long, or too short, or misshapen (fuck you shitty cheap hairdressers with your promises of competent people monitoring my hairs progress. LIES!) but no matter what I do, my hair just refuses to listen to my words of encouragement, and decides instead to do its own thing, which usually means poking me in the eye, reshaping itself into a bale of matted muck or diving kamikaze style into my food, especially when eating with other people forcing me to fish it out all impolitely. In summary, if my head was not so misshapen, and I imagine I have a few scars up there, I would shave my head bald.

Aaaaaand, tiredness has hit me like a brick wall. That analogy makes no sense... Must finish post... Something festive... Happy New Year, or not if you're Chinese. Toodle pip.

Aidan out.

Turning Over a New Leaf, or a Different Side to the Same Leaf...

This year will be different: the ever present chant of the procrastinator. But genuinely, I do see changes afoot in my habits regarding study and devotion to those things that pique my interest; also getting fit, but let's not talk about that now shall we? Thanks. So yeah, it has been a long hard 19 years for me to finally find out that I do actually enjoy doing some things, and now is the time that I shall grasp these things wholeheartedly and fully focus my attentions on them and see how far I can take them.

I hope in a few months that looking back on this post will not dredge up feelings of "urgh, I can't believe I said that", while I stare at the screen covered in crumbs and failing to do some important work that i should probably be doing. But alas, I may be doomed to repeat that.

This post is starting to devolve into a stream of consciousness post, when really, being as tired as I feel right now, unconsciousness is really what I crave. I should probably leave now before this descends into the literary equivalent of shit flinging monkeys, or rather - as this is a solo endeavour - one single retarded monkey sitting in a room with a mirror flinging shit at himself.

To quote the crack addled mind that is Porky Pig: "Th-th-th-th-that's all folks!"

Exam Time, Goddammit...

Procrastination, thy name is Aidan. So my first exam of college life is upon me on the morrow, and here I am complaining to the webular world of my woes and follies instead of buckling down to actually do some productive work...

In other news, my earliest summer ever this year, the world is my oyster and what shall I do with it? In all likelihood, absolutely nothing, but hopefully I'll gain something from the extensive dossing I will no doubt engage in. Hopefully some reading and a bit of stage or film work as well as some part time job work to fund all this chicanery.

Well, I think that's as much time as I can afford to waste writing to the cyber-abyss that is the blogosphere, I must depart and return to my scholarly duties. As I close this brief update on the life of a lazy engineer, the sky is darkening and closing on my location, with rough weather to follow, hopefully not a foreshadowing of events to follow. Catch you on the other side as they say. Toodle-pip!

Blog Tied

Mmmm, so here we are, another month, another blog post. I promised I'd get better, or at least more regular at posting, I lied it seems. I've been spending a lot of time pondering recently, which is odd, because that would suggest that I actually have time to spare in which to ponder. Life is pretty busy these days, so much so that for the first time, I have had to back out of a relatively long term project I'd been comitted to. This severely annoys me, but if this college thing is ever going to go away then I'll have to study.

Theatre is taking up more and more of my life these days, and you know what, I am fucking glad. I love working at stuff like that, it just feels right. If I can somehow make money from working in a theatre or in some form of performance art, even if it is just in a techie role, then I'll be a happy man for years to come. Hopefully my sort of uncertain application to be the director of next years musical will come good and I can throw myself into bossing people around.

Super Secret Project will be getting underway soon enough, once the end of college gives me enough time to look at things that don't relate to the real world. It isn't actually super secret anymore, I've been telling a few close friends about it, and have gotten positive reactions to the premise. Get a rough draft of that bad boy drawn up, and see where I can take it from there, hopefully to somewhere fun.

I've been watching a lot of MovieBob's Game Overthinker videos on youtube recently. On major problem I have with these is that there aren't more. The guy, while not exactly the voice of a generation by a longshot, and some of his views and vehement defending of the army aren't exactly my thing, he is seriously doing videogames a massive service by opening the floor to debate on adult things, such as violence in videogames, the depiction of women, the change in videogames, and how the videogames market needs to expand its audience rather than adapt to the "hardcore" gamers. Games are an artform, and I will defend that point until I am blue in the face if I have to. I really wish there were things I could say that wouldn't just be repeating or extrapolating on what MovieBob himself has said, so I urge you, if you ever think you may need to defend videogaming as a whole, or just wish to become more informed on the topics in general, to check out The Game Overthinker. Videogames aren't just about pwning n00bs you know, ask anyone who's played Half-Life 2, or BioShock. If those two, among many other titles I could name, don't give videogames artistic merit, I don't know what does. (Also, if you'd like a kind of intelligent "everyman" type of review of good films that don't really get publicity on this side of the pond, you could do worse than to check out MovieBob's film reviews on The Escapist. I've mentioned this site before in my blog, for you hardcore readers, and have become even more infatuated with its overall love of all things pixelated and polygonal. If you haven't done so, check it out.)

I think that's all for now folks, and unless I decide to post something about my exams, it will be all for at least two weeks if not a month. I know I said I would get better, but my sort of vague rule about not posting about other people means my blog depends entirely on me being interesting, and that just won't happen I'm afraid. See you next time!

Depressing, Slightly Existential Ramble

College, you foul mistress, tempting me with freedom while instead trapping me in a glass cage...

So yeah, engineering = a metric fuckton of work (sorry, I just can't use imperial measurements). I wouldn't even mind if it wasn't for the fact that I forget half of the stuff we're currently doing. It's in my head but I just don't know where, like the proverbial needle in a haystack.

Niggling doubts that I may have chosen the wrong course... Sympathies anyone? Advice maybe? I dunno, shtick it out for now, it's interesting, and that is the pinprick of light at what is now looking to be a long and arduous, and work filled tunnel.

Positivities please! Saturday should be fun. Need to get better time management skills, completely made a fuck of my weekend just past by way of thinking there were more hours in the day than was actually possible. That one hour was worth it though, even if it was over in a second...

I wish I had more to say; I assumed that once I got to college my life would be packed to the rafters of new and exciting things to blog about, and would make for a more pleasant reading for all involved, but alas it seems it was not destined to be, for it seems life still the same bland, boring, monochrome mess it was before I jetted off to the Pale... This blog has taken a turn down a wrong road for the moment but I feel i can get it back on track. Next post will be full of fun, but right now I'm tired, scared and missing the woman I love. There are things to be happy about, but it feels like they're being washed away by the tides of monotony that will soon become my life. 9-5 job? No thanks. €30,000 in fees once I leave college? Also a big negative. I know I have the power to make life my own, I just wish I knew how. Helplessness, thy name is Aidan Connolly.

Normal service will resume as soon as possible.

Time May Change Me, But I Can't Change Time

So, college starts in a few weeks, and to be honest, I am terrified, but in a wonderful way. For too long I've been thinking that things around me are stagnating, that I'm beginning to become a creature of habit, doomed to repeat the same thing over and over ad infinitum, but now this is a chance to break free and have new experiences and meet new people.

This year has been a real eye opener for me. I took it off to get some time to do things I wanted to do, but fell into a work/sleep routine that was so crippling socially and mentally that when I broke free it was as though I was reborn. When I was working I used to feel guilty for calling in sick just so I could see my best friends. Think about that for a second, my job which had no real bearing on my life whatsoever, had subverted my thoughts so much as to make me feel guilty for actually spending time with people I like. It scares me to think of that now. While it may seem to most like this year was wasted upon me, I did in fact learn one thing that I will never, ever forget. Time is golden, and is worth more than any person can give, time with friends on the other hand, is priceless...






(Yes, my new vagina is settling in quite nicely thanks for asking...)