Blacker than strong coffee

The corner has indeed been turned. While the humour is black, the corridor conversations have moved from the impending abd back to work related matters.
The jokes on the otherhand...

Will

Toes in the water

Well, the rumour mill has closed.

However this means the classic "should I stay and wait or should I go now" has started. So I'm looking at recruitment sites to see what I'll need to know and where I stand.

Not too bad. I need a bit more UML and PHP to play things safe, but that's about it.

Of course my lotto win job would be to write. It is not an option.

After that comes trying out acting for a while.

If I get the push I'll give it a shot.
Actually, I'm thinking of trying out something.

RTE Radio One have a musical (this year its Carnival!). And since I'm in RTE I'll ask about what I need to try out for, dog help me, Fair City.

I know. On behalf of everyone, here's hoping I stay.
Will

Rising up

Things are resigned here. All the job adverts are being watched, but that's about it.
No one expects things to rise up just yet.

Speaking of rising up... Titanic : The Sequel. A fake, but a well put together one.

Will

update. Sorry for the double post. The database crashed on Monday in Blogger, so I assume these posts were lost.

Rising again

The atmosfear (my spelling) around here is, well, resigned.
We're waiting for the shoe to drop, but getting the boot is probably closer.

Still miracles can happen, just don't hope for them.

On the other hand, hope that Titanic: The Sequel isn't made.
Will

Stage three of redunancy

A redundancy call has been made at work.

The consultation stage is beginning soon. According to the Kübler-Ross model, we're starting right off at stage three.
Bargaining.

With a whole bunch at stage 4, depression.

I'm just wondering if why I'm in some shock given the fact that it wasn't unexpected.

It also means that there are some things later in the year that I'm not going to consider doing. And some things I should consider now that work might not be in the way.

Take care,
Will

The glory of her ass

Vegamonkey, G-Lady and myself came up with a new idea to loose weight.

It's jogger chasing.

The idea came when, while proceeding down the quays a jogger ran past.
Vegamonkey turned aounds and commented "nice ass".
"You going to start following"
"That would help shift the weight"...

the ideas is that you find a jogger which appeals to you, and start jogging after him/her/them.
You'll get a nice run, slightly competive, with a plesant view.
That and the restraining orders.

Always a snag.

take care,
Will

Forgive? I'm not sure I could

"And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over"

In March 2003, at a concert in London Natalie Maines, the lead vocalist of The Dixie Chicks said...

"Just so you know, we're ashamed the President of the United States is from Texas."

Banning from most US radio stations and more than a few death threats followed.
(Also an apparant shunning from the country music world, but the Grammy's took them in.


I'm typing all this because their next single "Not Ready To Make Nice" (taken fron their new album "Taking the Long Way") takes on the, ahem, incidents. The video is viewable on YouTube and the single is embedded in their home page. It's not very country sounding.


Take care,
Will

Pickup a Penguin

"Happy Feet" is a new movie with Robin Williams playing a penguin. (an adelie penguin).

This is the trailer for it with a singing Williams doing a good impersonation of Puss in Boots.

Swept away

I had a plan for a post today.

I had planned to write about the reviews I've been asked to write for GigIreland but things change.

Life changes. Or sometimes it stops.

A friend of mine came home around Christmas. I hadn't really spoken to him since primary school. You know the type of friend. You were close, but different schools get in the way. Then different cities. Then different countries.

He went on a fishing trip near Ballinskellings Bay in Kerry with a few friends.

He was just walking on the pier.

In my mind he is still the kid I knew.

I'm in a strange mix of remorse and guilt. I didn't know him well enough to feel full grief. He slipped down the scale from friend to acquaintance over the years. Now I'll never get to know him. And while I couldn't have done anything, I feel guilty for not knowing him well enough to grieve.

A person reduced down to a two line news report. Makes me angry.
I think I'm going through the stages in the wrong order.

I now know there'll be a funeral.
I don't know if I'll make it.
I know I'll never know him.

Will