The Night of the Rock, Mike and Mo...

wow. So life has indeed moved on and my oh my have I numerous updates!

Firstly, MOVEMBER!! Well as of right NOW, I have grown a Mo' THIS awesome:

Mo of Mercy sweet divine, it's an Irish Hulk Hogan! (Only without the muscle mass)

And I've also won raised €127.25. (I'd really appreciate if anyone who is reading this would donate 75 cent, just to round it all up, I'd be much obliged! I'd do nice things. I promise.) I'm getting very mixed responses from the various people in college. Some love it, as they are familiar with the charity event. Some hate it. Most sponsor it. As one friendly chap mentioned: "Are you doing Movember? Because if you're not, I'd reconsider the look."

But what's been going on in my life eh? Well firstly, karma totally got my back, yo'. If you read my last post, you'll know that Miriam Needham is a prat. But thankfully she has gotten her comeuppance. She knows what I'm on about.

I've become obsessed with Katy Perry's new tune Firework. It's loverly and meaningful and yet fun. Shocking. Also, by stating that sentence I formally get rid of my Y chromosome. Oh well.... It's not like it was doing its job correctly anyway!

Because I'm in college, and going out on the town is something that must be done as often as possible, myself and my class decided to celebrate that we can convert oxygen to carbon dioxide, and headed out to The Village. On Wednesday nights, the village is a tribute to all things rock and/or roll, and the largest Japanese export, karaoke.

Of course, no college night out would be anything without the wonderful act of pre-drinking. Now I myself have given up that shite, liver/wallet damage was permanent.... But others in my group have not followed my example. Is anyone familiar with the drinking game known as Kings? No? Click here then... But if you do, you will be familiar with the Rule Card. (In the wikipedia entry there, it's down as the King. In Ireland, it's traditionally the Jack Card.)

So one classmate, she decided to introduce the following rule: "Everytime someone says ANYTHING they must complete the sentence with "in my vadge!"

To that girl: Thank you so much. That provided laughter so strong it was better for my stomach muscles than sit-ups. The following are actual quotes.

• Pass me that drink in my vadge.
• What time is it in my vadge?
• What's your favourite song in my vadge?
• Love Shack in my vadge!

You get the fecking picture. (We are a classy breed)

Anyway, LEARN about Movember, DONATE to my facial hair and RANDOM LINK OF MYSTERIOUS MYSTERY!!

I'd like to introduce you to a new word...

What is this word?

Frape. The word is a simple combination of "Facebook" and "Rape". It is used as a verb, and examples go as far as "I got fraped" or "Oh that's such a good frape!!" or even "He gets fraped so much I'd say he likes it."

Can I just say, I am a frape survivor, but I am not happy about it. My revenge upon said frapee will be unexpected, swift, and ruthless.

This is her:

Miriam Needham. I shit you not.

How-fucking-ever, she also tends to move around with some make-up on, and more not-so-slutty clothes, in which case she looks like this:


Miriam Needham, after hours of make up.

 If you see her, and feel outraged on my behalf: Get her.

That is all.

DISCLAIMER: I am an equal opportunities mob instigator, were it a man that fraped me, my revenge would be just as sweet and acute.

Oh when the Students go Marching...

Oh me Oh My I've had an eventful few days...

Well lets begin with the simplicities, shall we?

MO UPDATE! I've raised €97.25. (The 25 cent was a single dontation by a jackass.)

It's developing slowly...Nov 2nd to 5th.

But that's all my Movember talk for the time being... I must needs talk about the March. Not the month that is, don't be silly, I mean the verb. For those outside Ireland, the idiots that run our Government are going to be announcing the Budget, and are VERY close to bankruptcy. So, they are thinking of doubling the Fees that we have to pay to attend college. So, in order to fight back, 42,000 third level students marched from the city centre of Dublin to the Dáil. (Thems the government buildings) 


Upon arrival, there were speeches, and the like to give out about the Government. It was a lark, it was a laugh, it was peaceful. 


How-fucking-ever. The newly founded Irish Socialist Party were present, and made sure that their presence was felt. Riots occurred, and it was the Socialist party that started them. FACT. They handed out eggs, and asked people to start the sit in, which summoned the Gardaí. It was stupid, it was pointless, people literally got hurt. 

The marchers who were eggless and intact by the end were awesome. Such as my picture for the 3rd above!



Anywho, Here is my link signature:
Learn more about Movember!
Donate to My Mo!
Random Link of Mysterious Mystery. 
A Link For Mud, as she saw what the Mysterious Mystery link was.


The rest of you can click the link for mud, but still... it's for her, so you're just being rude.

On Your Marks! Get Set! MO!!

God Damn You Iarnród Éirinn! I'm on a train, and it's been delayed for "20-25 minutes." Well, at least the driver had the courtesty to sound as annoyed about it as I felt!

Anyway! I only started to write this blog since Friday, and I've been updating daily since, but I doubt that trend will continue. Just a heads up. (To the 30 odd people who have read this.)


It's the 1st of November, and so I'm clean shaven. As you can see in the below picture!

Bare-Faced Blogger.

 This is to give me a fresh slate/face in order to have a proper month old moustache for December 1st. As I haven't any proper facial hair, (Bar eyebrows...which, incidentally, is never thought of when one mentions facial hair. I mean think about it, if you get mugged, which is possible lads, lets not kid ourselves, and the Templemore Graduate asks for a description, you'll never mention the eyebrows unless they are one of two extremes, no eyebrows or crazy eyebrows. For example: )

Like seriously, which two will stand out more for YOU?!

Right... Well after all that seriously long aside, (Check, the majority of that last paragraph, it's mostly in brackets!) I'll complete the sentence I started! As I haven't any proper facial hair, I actually haven't felt the socially projected stigma/pride associated with a Mo'. Bar shamelessly donating a fiver to myself, I'm not going to start PROPERLY fundraising until I have a little bit of a mo going. Then once my efforts are visible, I'll plague friends/family/housemates/collegues/homeless folk etc. (Did I go too far with that joke?)

I'm also going to "Sign" every post from now on with three links. So here they are!
To learn more about Movember, click HERE!
To donate to my Mo, and all that, click HERE!
For a random YouTube video, click HERE!

Hopefully next time I Blog, (Seriously, is that a verb? Did anyone discover that since?) I'll have facial hair worth displaying!

A 3 -in1 please...

Hmm... today is officially Halloween, but I'm in bed at last after a night on the town, with the remnants of face paint on my countenance. Where to begin? The beginning I guess...

So I began the night by getting into the portion of my costume that I could wear in public, and awaiting my mate Lynchface. (real name. He has cruel parents.) Lynchface wanted to see the play that Mud is in Sálóme (pronounced Shallow-May). He arrived, and I hopped into his Toyota Yaris, a go-kart of a car. We sped along the road (within the legal limit) but still got caught by the cops. Y'see, as we approached the theatre, I pointed out a parking space on one side of the road, which Lynchface began to turn towards. HOWEVER! The EEJIT of a man decided to swerve in the OPPOSITE direction to park in a different space that wasn't even 3 metres closer to our destination. Thankfully, an unmarked Garda Car was behind him, and informed him to "learn how to youse the indicathor!" To which my manly friend replied "Oh God I'm so sorry!!" with a slight quiver in his voice. The gimp.

Onwards to the play! We watched, and I understood more of it. Although that might be because I saw the darn thing last night, and there was no daring in the acting troupe to follow my suggestions to jazz it up with juggling snowmen. The acting was amazing once more... Herod was more vicious and creepy, Herodious more sharp and bitchy, Eoin was preachier, and the narrators (Two male court jesters who seemed to have a sordid little affair going on... seriously, the play was as bad as Desperate Housewives) had become more absurd and funny. Salome smelled though.

"Smells bad" - God

After the play, I headed to one of the many locals where a costume night was being held. I looked like this:

"My Masterpiece, before costume" - God

The costumes were interesting sometimes, but others notsomuch. (Which is one word now. I've decided.)
The girl that won was a smurf. She got €200 for her efforts. She wore a wig, white clothes and scrubbed blue all over herself. She defeated my other friend who looked like THIS:

"Man I must've been eating shrooms when I made that!...Oh wait, SHE did the zips? Oh now that's cool." - God

How a lazy smurf defeated her, I'll never know.

As that pub drew to a close, I turned my attention instead to another "old manish" pub, but my favourite one ever, Heraghty's. The cast from the play, including Mud, were there, enjoying each others company and relieving the stress of acting. I sat and was merry. They are all a loverly bunch, and I'd love to work with them myself someday. But not in the role of Salome. Coz drag is just ew. (anyone in Heraghtys that night, knows what I'm on about)

As in tradition in "old manish" pubs, a bout of singing came upon us. One by one the cast sang, and slowly the rest of the pub joined the crew, so it became one large singing session. Now, if you haven't been in an "old manish" pub singing session, let me set the scene. Everyone is drunk. I didn't have alcohol that night, but I have in the past, and I most certainly felt drunk there and then. As it was an IRISH session, the songs were of loves lost, emmigration and depression. (Surprisingly enough, none of the famine arose) so my turn came. I said to myself "I'll do something different. So I did this.

It wasn't very well received. Eek. I died laughing, few replied with giggles, most looked on scornfully.... Ah well. I'll learn next time to sing about how depressed I am now that I live in Australia and "my love digs spuds in fields of woe"

Shallow-May

So I traversed across the mighty plains of the Midlands of Ireland, to witness a dear friend dance in frilly red veils. It was an experience I tells ya. Not only was I witnessing the closest thing to a sister I'll ever have cavortin' on stage, but I also had to sit through her seduction of a Holy Man! Holy as in, there was a hole in his burlap...apron...vest...thingy...

Ahem.

This was an intriguing play. Bloody. Dramatic. Sexy. (Never tell my friend I said that.) But it was also in Irish. It shames me to realise how not-so-fluent I am, but I was overjoyed when I heard and understood the Irish word striapach. (Click for meaning) So much for a potential teacher being able to speak the language he'll be teaching.

I'd love to write more on the play, but I'mma gonna be there tomorrow night too, after a wee get-together with the aforementioned friend tomorrow. Oh, and it's also 1.44AM. I needs me some sleeps.

The Poster for my mate's production of Salómé. She was the whore in it.

So it took this...

"Conor, you should blog, you always can rant about stuff!" ~ David Kilgannon

The above quote is true and accurate. I swear!

I always had intended to "blog" (is it a verb yet? Actually, is it an official WORD yet?) as I always felt it was something that I could really get into. (you know, because my online presence isn't strong enough already. Youtube, twitter, secondlife, 4 email accounts, bebo, myspace.... If there's a site that you need an account for, I'm there. If not, the site is not worth having an account for.)

I just thought it intriguing that it would take a "Digital Learning" class to hoist me onto the proverbial Blogging pedestal. How funny.

I assume that this blog will go in many various directions. I might have small little series or something... Sure we'll see. We'll all take a journey into the unknown.

I'm going to be taking my OWN journey into the unknown for the next while... "What's the unknown!?" I hear you cry. Why, Movember of course! (click the link to donate directly to m'mo.)