First post of Twenty-Ten. That is right folks, it is officially the future! And the future is looking bright if I do say so myself. The Players run of "In The Sawtooths" starts in just over a week and a half, and with a little bit of luck, everything will go smoothly, and then hopefully with enough money, luck and pixie farts we can make it to the Endinburgh Festival, which would be nothing short of awesome if it happens.
On a lighter, whiter note, Dublin has come to a standstill thanks to a little bit of snow. It looks incredible, but though aesthetically pleasing, the local government does not see it as so, and prefers to shut down all transport services in the area. Oh well, the walks are more interesting in the snow, which makes the walks that little bit easier. It seems that even snow clouds have silver linings.
Don't really have a lot more to say, what with Sawtooths consuming time like nobody's business. I'll try to keep up my resolution of blog more, and blog better. See you next time, same Blog-time, same Blog-channel.
So long Bloghounds!
06 January 2010
26 December 2009
Blog Blog Blog Blogging on Heaven's Door
So, Christmas has passed, and now we have the New Year to look forward to. This Christmas holiday is going to be a strange one for me, in that I'll be spending a lot of it alone. Heading back to Dublin soon for rehearsals, which means until the start of the next semester I'll have my flat, and most of the surrounding accommodations more than likely, to myself. So, fun times! I will have lines to learn, songs to master, and a whole new instrument to distract my attentions for some time, but the fact of the matter is, that I will probably be spending the most time with myself than I have for quite a while now, which, I'll be honest, scares me a little bit.
New Year: What will it hold in store for me? Speaking honestly, New Year is one of my favourite times of the year. Everyone is still on a high from the Christmas celebrations, the year that's coming hasn't been spoiled by realities, and still lives in the realm of possibility and it's a great excuse to purge anything you don't like by way of New Year's Resolutions. I've never been one to make NYR's though, believing instead that change can come at any time, think I might try and do it this year though.
NYR #1 Blog More
More to come, in fact, I may dedicate an entire post to a list of my NYR's. I also think I should make more lists.
NYR #2 Make More Lists
That is all for now faithful followers. Talk to you before the new year, if not, then stay safe, stay classy and stay tuned for the next thrilling instalment of my life in writing.
P.S. For those of you who are fans of musical excellence, comedy and superpowered sagas, check out Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, the first episode of which I leave below, as an offering to you. Enjoy!
New Year: What will it hold in store for me? Speaking honestly, New Year is one of my favourite times of the year. Everyone is still on a high from the Christmas celebrations, the year that's coming hasn't been spoiled by realities, and still lives in the realm of possibility and it's a great excuse to purge anything you don't like by way of New Year's Resolutions. I've never been one to make NYR's though, believing instead that change can come at any time, think I might try and do it this year though.
NYR #1 Blog More
More to come, in fact, I may dedicate an entire post to a list of my NYR's. I also think I should make more lists.
NYR #2 Make More Lists
That is all for now faithful followers. Talk to you before the new year, if not, then stay safe, stay classy and stay tuned for the next thrilling instalment of my life in writing.
P.S. For those of you who are fans of musical excellence, comedy and superpowered sagas, check out Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, the first episode of which I leave below, as an offering to you. Enjoy!
17 December 2009
All Blogged Up
Semester one of college is now behind me, and, apart from physics, has been what I would call a success. In fact, i'm looking forward to the second term in some ways. But yeah, college, after all my fretting and initial doubts has been a blast. Truly coming to learn the true meaning of college. Finished a presentation with about two hours to go, showed up ferociously hungover, after approximately two and a half hours of admittedly fitful and alcohol induced sleep, managed to, not to blow my own horn or anything, knocked that sucker out of the park with a stream of bullshit that would make a politician proud. Ten percent of Professional Engineering module, you didn't stand a chance.
Speaking of drunken/hungover triumphs, unfortunately for those of you out there who know what a great drinking buddy I can be when I'm not lost, passed out or befriending homeless people, will be saddened to learn that as of today I am curbing my drinking in the interests of my throat. Getting up in front of about 200 people and making an arse of myself for three nights in a row just for the sake of a few bottles doesn't seem like a good idea to me... I also know that I will be eating these words and washing them down with a pint of something or other in not too long a time, but still, it's good to have ideals isn't it?
Well, it seems I have run out of verbal tripe to cram into your cranial cavities so it is time I depart. Farewell, and good tidings. (Or something a little less gay than that, I'm sure you can come up with something.)
Speaking of drunken/hungover triumphs, unfortunately for those of you out there who know what a great drinking buddy I can be when I'm not lost, passed out or befriending homeless people, will be saddened to learn that as of today I am curbing my drinking in the interests of my throat. Getting up in front of about 200 people and making an arse of myself for three nights in a row just for the sake of a few bottles doesn't seem like a good idea to me... I also know that I will be eating these words and washing them down with a pint of something or other in not too long a time, but still, it's good to have ideals isn't it?
Well, it seems I have run out of verbal tripe to cram into your cranial cavities so it is time I depart. Farewell, and good tidings. (Or something a little less gay than that, I'm sure you can come up with something.)
14 December 2009
Book My Face
So there's this thing called Facebook, you may have heard of it, all the kids are talking about it these days, well, anyway, turns out a while ago I was not so skilled at it. Of late though, I have blossomed into a regular facebook user, even going so far as to take a Facebook quiz today. Turns out I have 100% common sense. Who knew such things could be judged by a series of retarded riddles? If only everything in life were this easy...
Glee!
So, I managed to get my hands on some episode of the "smash hit" new US comedy, Glee. Turns out that it is as good as the hype makes it out to be. It could just be that the subject matter is quite close to my heart, homosexual though it may be, but the cast works so well, and the jokes are delivered with a punchy wryness that leaves me just wanting more. I'll keep you updated the more I see, but until then, keep an eye out for it, and catch it if you can.
On a similar topic, even though people keep complaining about the downturn in entertainment, and how the golden ages of comedy died when Friends jumped the shark, so much so that every comedy that has come since with even a hint of genius or originality has been compared to unfavourably. But with Glee, How I Met Your Mother, 30 Rock and although I haven't yet seen it, Modern Family sounds like a gem aswell. With all these, and the host of others that I forgot, the talk of comedic entertainment dying, or even turning stale, is absolute crap. Long live comedy, long live originality, long live the sitcom.
As a great man once said, "mmmmm, sooomething".
Goodnight fellow bloghounds, and good blogging.
Glee!
So, I managed to get my hands on some episode of the "smash hit" new US comedy, Glee. Turns out that it is as good as the hype makes it out to be. It could just be that the subject matter is quite close to my heart, homosexual though it may be, but the cast works so well, and the jokes are delivered with a punchy wryness that leaves me just wanting more. I'll keep you updated the more I see, but until then, keep an eye out for it, and catch it if you can.
On a similar topic, even though people keep complaining about the downturn in entertainment, and how the golden ages of comedy died when Friends jumped the shark, so much so that every comedy that has come since with even a hint of genius or originality has been compared to unfavourably. But with Glee, How I Met Your Mother, 30 Rock and although I haven't yet seen it, Modern Family sounds like a gem aswell. With all these, and the host of others that I forgot, the talk of comedic entertainment dying, or even turning stale, is absolute crap. Long live comedy, long live originality, long live the sitcom.
As a great man once said, "mmmmm, sooomething".
Goodnight fellow bloghounds, and good blogging.
13 December 2009
Blogfessions
Bless me Blogger, for I have sinned. It has been aeons since my last post.
Apologies loyal readers, I've been a bit lazy in my updates of late, but this is due to a sudden upturn in events and a sudden downturn in interest of writing about these events. I promise though, that now I will make a pledge to keep you, faithful follower of this diary of diatribes, to update this blog more faithfully than ever... possibly...
Anywho, the deal of late is that I am no longer the mild-mannered engineering college student you once knew. It seems that at my core I am in fact a guy with a leather jacket, greased back hair, an inferiority complex, and no concept of how to treat a woman right, but still manages to get the girl anyway. Yes, Matthew, tonight I'm going to be James Bond! Wait, no, Danny Zuko in Grease... Anywho, goes on stage 8th, 9th and 10th of March in the Sports Hall of Trinity Halls, all are welcome =)
Before I leave, I will drop this golden egg laid from the goose in Kurt Kuenne's head straight into your lap. This is the short film "Validation". It's a terribly charming tale of true love, loss, and parking. A winning combination I'm sure you'll agree. Enjoy!
Apologies loyal readers, I've been a bit lazy in my updates of late, but this is due to a sudden upturn in events and a sudden downturn in interest of writing about these events. I promise though, that now I will make a pledge to keep you, faithful follower of this diary of diatribes, to update this blog more faithfully than ever... possibly...
Anywho, the deal of late is that I am no longer the mild-mannered engineering college student you once knew. It seems that at my core I am in fact a guy with a leather jacket, greased back hair, an inferiority complex, and no concept of how to treat a woman right, but still manages to get the girl anyway. Yes, Matthew, tonight I'm going to be James Bond! Wait, no, Danny Zuko in Grease... Anywho, goes on stage 8th, 9th and 10th of March in the Sports Hall of Trinity Halls, all are welcome =)
Before I leave, I will drop this golden egg laid from the goose in Kurt Kuenne's head straight into your lap. This is the short film "Validation". It's a terribly charming tale of true love, loss, and parking. A winning combination I'm sure you'll agree. Enjoy!
29 September 2009
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.
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.
17 September 2009
Ain't Nuthin But a Hound Blog
I will be leaving for college in roughly five and a half hours. I'm not going to try and sleep because I know I can't. I haven't felt this way about anything in a looooong time. I'm excited because of the sheer number of possibilities awaiting me in what I'll have to call my home for the next four years, and frankly, the fact that I have to have a new place to call home kindof scares me, but in the most satisfying way. I am dangerous, I know. I've often wished for something new to come along and shake up this existence until all that's left is the bare bones from which I can rebuild, and I think I'm being given that chance now, and I am glad for that.
What's not so easy to do however, is to be happy about what I'm leaving behind. Friends, family, a wonderful girlfriend, my home, my old life, my habits, my comforts, my sense of me? I hope not. I'd like to think I won't change, but I know this experience will change me. Whether it'll change me in the way that noone wants me to change is a question that remains to be answered, but I think we can all rest assured that the day I say "roysh" without even the slightest hint of sarcasm or irony, will be the day run naked through Waterford singing every verse of "I am the Walrus". Ladies and Beatles fans, keep checking my updates for further information...
I don't know what to write about. I don't want to write just now, but I feel I have to. Damn you Blogger you vivacious seductress you, tempting me with your voluptuous binary curves and sensuous digital invitations tempting me to sell my soul to you for that one more fleeting high of a successful blog post. I seriously need to get out more and spend less time with my word a day calendar...
Dan Brown: Who gives a fuck? Not me.
What's not so easy to do however, is to be happy about what I'm leaving behind. Friends, family, a wonderful girlfriend, my home, my old life, my habits, my comforts, my sense of me? I hope not. I'd like to think I won't change, but I know this experience will change me. Whether it'll change me in the way that noone wants me to change is a question that remains to be answered, but I think we can all rest assured that the day I say "roysh" without even the slightest hint of sarcasm or irony, will be the day run naked through Waterford singing every verse of "I am the Walrus". Ladies and Beatles fans, keep checking my updates for further information...
I don't know what to write about. I don't want to write just now, but I feel I have to. Damn you Blogger you vivacious seductress you, tempting me with your voluptuous binary curves and sensuous digital invitations tempting me to sell my soul to you for that one more fleeting high of a successful blog post. I seriously need to get out more and spend less time with my word a day calendar...
Dan Brown: Who gives a fuck? Not me.
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