Great article and interview on Salon about Bruce Campbell and his new book, "Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way". You just can't help liking the man. Does his own thing and is obviously enjoying every minute. B-List my bum.
Still haven't got my hands on Bubba Ho-Tep.
A useful phrase for many an awkward situation "Yo, she-bitch! Let's go!"
Groovey
Thursday, July 14, 2005
A Great Sandwich, a Great Time, at Langer's
So I have all the maturity of a twelve year old. I live in Cork now - I wait in hope for headlines like this.
But it gets better, click on the link and see who wrote the article.
Oh that's me happy for a week now.
A Great Sandwich, a Great Time, at Langer's
But it gets better, click on the link and see who wrote the article.
Oh that's me happy for a week now.
A Great Sandwich, a Great Time, at Langer's
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Fabulous Fionn's Fotos Finally Flickred
I have finally uploaded some photos of the wee mite to Flickr. He is now feeding on 1oz an hour which we are going to have to fix pronto. Oscar and Oisín completely relaxed about the whole thing. Poor Sibéal a bit put-out but being very good really. Any chance of weather somewhere between lashing rain and scorched earth?
Fionn's First Fotos
Fionn's First Fotos
And I thought I was well travelled
Still quite a bit of the planet to check-out before I check-out.
Countries I have visited (or passed through on InterRail to Greece in 1988 in the case of all of the former Yugoslavia). And no, I've never been to Alaska.
create your own visited country map
Countries I have visited (or passed through on InterRail to Greece in 1988 in the case of all of the former Yugoslavia). And no, I've never been to Alaska.
create your own visited country map
Monday, July 11, 2005
You gotta love Londoners
30 years of bombings by IRA scum achieved nothing. Mass murderers like Martin Ferris may think that cowardly bombings in places like Warrington were different to what happened last week. Civilized people know there is no difference between the actions of Irish fascists and Islamo-Fascists. These words from a Londoner say it all:
A Letter To The Terrorists, From London
Amen brother. You have the support of all Irish democrats and always will have.
And for a bit of lighter-hearted support:
Fuck Yeah!
A Letter To The Terrorists, From London
Amen brother. You have the support of all Irish democrats and always will have.
And for a bit of lighter-hearted support:
Fuck Yeah!
Friday, July 08, 2005
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Fionn O'Neill born 16:16 07/07 in Bons Secours
After a tough labour and a last minute race to the finish line, Fionn was born with a wail. All are well, tired and hungry. 9 lbs 7oz (4 roods metric ). Pictures to follow.
Bons baby blogging bonanza begins
Arrived 8am. Gel applied 10,30. Some contractions. Tired. Wife fine. Doc figures we'll be done by afternoon. Gut says quite soon. Tens discarded. Sudoku being raced through. Finished national geographic. Starting 'car'. Snip being ordered as i type. This was the easy bit. Next few hours will not be fun for cath.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I'm glad I'm a bloke
We are now 23 hours and 35 minutes away from Catherine being induced in the Bons. We still haven't figured out if it is inducement or induction and we are having last minute hesitations about the name we have picked for him. We had decided on Cavan O'Neill but my mother objected and thought we should compromise on Navan O'Neill.
Babba was 9lbs last week. I don't even want to think what weight he is now. We have the Epi booked for insertion in the car park (no point in wasting time) and this time we have a pregnancy TENS machine. Turns out the one we used for Oscar was for sore knees. Might explain Catherine's slight discomfort during his delivery.....
Just as with the DeepImpact mission to Tempel 1, we will be broadcasting as-it-happens footage from the delivery room via Nokia Crap-Cam.
The next Blog posting will probably be a picture of the 87th Sudoku puzzle that Catherine has completed whilst wating for Baby Anakin to arrive.
Babba was 9lbs last week. I don't even want to think what weight he is now. We have the Epi booked for insertion in the car park (no point in wasting time) and this time we have a pregnancy TENS machine. Turns out the one we used for Oscar was for sore knees. Might explain Catherine's slight discomfort during his delivery.....
Just as with the DeepImpact mission to Tempel 1, we will be broadcasting as-it-happens footage from the delivery room via Nokia Crap-Cam.
The next Blog posting will probably be a picture of the 87th Sudoku puzzle that Catherine has completed whilst wating for Baby Anakin to arrive.
Friday, July 01, 2005
iPod Flea for the Apple drone who has everything
I figure Steve is seriously pissed that they stole his next product idea. Of course there would be no space to put the "Intel Inside" sticker on it.
iPod Flea Ad
iPod Flea Ad
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Burgertastic
Burger Blogs seem to be appearing everywhere but this guy Two-Twenty is an animal!
It turns out that Anthony Bourdain's Les Halles restaurant does burgers too. Bourdain became famous because of his book "Kitchen Confidential" which gave the low-down on the high-jinks in a restaurant kitchen. A great read.
His "Cook's Tour" follow-up was less hyped but also a very good read. The associated TV series was pretty poor.
His "Les Halles Cookbook" is fabulous but I've only read about a quarter of it so far. Tonight I'm checking for his burger recipe. The burger reviewed by Two-Twenty has me drooling at 8.30am. Burger, Fois Gras, Black Truffle, Red-Wine Sauce............
It turns out that Anthony Bourdain's Les Halles restaurant does burgers too. Bourdain became famous because of his book "Kitchen Confidential" which gave the low-down on the high-jinks in a restaurant kitchen. A great read.
His "Cook's Tour" follow-up was less hyped but also a very good read. The associated TV series was pretty poor.
His "Les Halles Cookbook" is fabulous but I've only read about a quarter of it so far. Tonight I'm checking for his burger recipe. The burger reviewed by Two-Twenty has me drooling at 8.30am. Burger, Fois Gras, Black Truffle, Red-Wine Sauce............
Monday, June 27, 2005
The next Alan Turing?
Not bad for a 6 year old with no adult help. If only Fireball and Warlord were still being published, he'd be a very happy little cryptographer.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Patrick Kevin Pierce, RIP.
Aged 22, Patrick died in his sleep last monday night. He was buried at Shanganagh Cemetery yesterday after a heart-breaking funeral mass in Shankill. I didn't know Patrick that well, I met him maybe once or twice a year when visiting Eoin and Jill. But the short life of this young man should be celebrated as a example of achievement in the face of overwhelming adversity.
Nine years ago, Patrick was hit by a car and suffered massive head trauma. He was not expected to live. He spent 4 months in a coma. It took one and a half years for him to start re-learning how to speak and how to walk. Many of us would have given up and resigned ourselves to a silent life in a wheel-chair being waited on hand and foot. Not Patrick! With willpower the size of a planet, he refused to consider himself disabled and improved both his physical adeptness and speech clarity day by day.
It was a humbling experience listening to Patrick speak. Initially I couldn't make out very much, then I suddenly realised that everything was being done perfectly apart from the speed. It was like a strectched audio tape. If you simply slowed down the rate at which you expected to receive each sound, you could understand everything he said. And he was one funny wee bloke when you did listen! His sense of humour was obviously completely untouched by the accident. I often wondered if he was trying to push his thoughts through a damaged speech-centre or if his brain has re-used some other part of itself to provide speech functions. Either way it was a joy to encounter.
At his eulogy yesterday, his Dad said that Patrick always did whatever the hell he set his mind to and as a result, he fell nearly every day. I've seen some of those falls and they were frightening to be near. But he simply got himself up as if nothing had happened, dusted himself down and continued on doing whatever it was he was trying to do. I don't think any of us will forget that protective hat he had for all those years.
Patrick could not have achieved everything that he did without the enormous sacrifices made by his parents Pat and Barbara. Every parent is going to do their best for their baby boy but seeing what they did for Patrick made us all realise what parenting under extreme pressure really means. I am very sad for the pain that Patrick's siblings are feeling right now. No-one should have to lose a little brother so suddenly. But, as a parent myself, I am deeply upset for his parents and the grief that they are experiencing after 9 years of "living on borrowed time" as his Dad put it.
Whilst we rightly criticise the dreadful money wasting in our health service, the serives provided to Patrick in his rehabilitation were world class by all accounts and once again I heard nothing but praise for the NRH.
I had never encountered The Peter Bradley Foundation until yesterday. Long may they help young adults like Patrick achieve the independence that they yearn for and deserve.
In the modern world our kids have a multitude of nonsense role-models to pick from. I dread the day one of my boys tells me he wants to be David Beckham. If (and when) they do, I'll be telling them all about young Patrick Pierce and the nature of true character.
My deepest sympathies to all of the Pierce family and to Patrick's many friends.
Nine years ago, Patrick was hit by a car and suffered massive head trauma. He was not expected to live. He spent 4 months in a coma. It took one and a half years for him to start re-learning how to speak and how to walk. Many of us would have given up and resigned ourselves to a silent life in a wheel-chair being waited on hand and foot. Not Patrick! With willpower the size of a planet, he refused to consider himself disabled and improved both his physical adeptness and speech clarity day by day.
It was a humbling experience listening to Patrick speak. Initially I couldn't make out very much, then I suddenly realised that everything was being done perfectly apart from the speed. It was like a strectched audio tape. If you simply slowed down the rate at which you expected to receive each sound, you could understand everything he said. And he was one funny wee bloke when you did listen! His sense of humour was obviously completely untouched by the accident. I often wondered if he was trying to push his thoughts through a damaged speech-centre or if his brain has re-used some other part of itself to provide speech functions. Either way it was a joy to encounter.
At his eulogy yesterday, his Dad said that Patrick always did whatever the hell he set his mind to and as a result, he fell nearly every day. I've seen some of those falls and they were frightening to be near. But he simply got himself up as if nothing had happened, dusted himself down and continued on doing whatever it was he was trying to do. I don't think any of us will forget that protective hat he had for all those years.
Patrick could not have achieved everything that he did without the enormous sacrifices made by his parents Pat and Barbara. Every parent is going to do their best for their baby boy but seeing what they did for Patrick made us all realise what parenting under extreme pressure really means. I am very sad for the pain that Patrick's siblings are feeling right now. No-one should have to lose a little brother so suddenly. But, as a parent myself, I am deeply upset for his parents and the grief that they are experiencing after 9 years of "living on borrowed time" as his Dad put it.
Whilst we rightly criticise the dreadful money wasting in our health service, the serives provided to Patrick in his rehabilitation were world class by all accounts and once again I heard nothing but praise for the NRH.
I had never encountered The Peter Bradley Foundation until yesterday. Long may they help young adults like Patrick achieve the independence that they yearn for and deserve.
In the modern world our kids have a multitude of nonsense role-models to pick from. I dread the day one of my boys tells me he wants to be David Beckham. If (and when) they do, I'll be telling them all about young Patrick Pierce and the nature of true character.
My deepest sympathies to all of the Pierce family and to Patrick's many friends.
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