impatient, obnoxious, petty, argumentative, and obsessed over meaningless details

Monthly Archives: July 2010

shitting in public

the guys taking the video are a bit too excited by this

not english, not irish, pikey

Famed in England for shoddy tarmac, famed in Ireland for beating each other with sledge hammers and the like. Lets face it, with names like Joyce and McDonagh, can they be anything but Irish ?

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paper st. soap company

Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.

always something there to remind you

Every time I leave Ireland the trip through the airport on the way back serves to remind you of the annoying things about living here. There are interactions that you dont seem to get at other times. The people flying from Düsseldorf to Dublin yesterday were definetly strange. The first sight of some fugg boots in a few days reminded me of where I was going back to. At the duty free checkout the German sales assistant had to interrupt my transaction to ask a bird from Wexford where she was travelling to. She had 400 bensons but had not taken the duty paid and had to go back. I knew she was from Wexford as her only concern was ‘are day da same’. The hot checkout assistant thought I was German and said some people just dont know. I told her in German that they were from the same country as me, but it was on a sign. She then said ‘some people just dont read’. I walked away cheerfully rather than embarassed. It was rare for me to mock my own people with a German but I could get used to it.

Some young builders from up north were led by alpha chav in a von dutch t-shirt. There were two middle aged coupled who talked constantly about the duty free.

There was a girl in the airport with sunglasses on at night. She was drinking with her friends. I was delighted to be sitting next to her. She had seemed to have lost her laces and the zip of her jeans and she could’nt sit still. They were also from Wexford. The only conclusion I could come to was that her friends had to go to Germany to rescue her from the excesses of something. Come to think of it maybe she had been at the love parade.

There were the guys from near the border who were clapping when we touched down. One of them shouted ‘I’m a sausage’ after we landed.

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Weltschmerz (from the German, meaning world-pain or world-weariness) is a term coined by the German author Jean Paul and denotes the kind of feeling experienced by someone who understands that physical reality can never satisfy the demands of the mind. This kind of pessimistic world view was widespread among several romantic authors such as Lord Byron, Giacomo Leopardi, François-René de Chateaubriand, Alfred de Musset, Nikolaus Lenau, Herman Hesse, and Heinrich Heine. It is also used to denote the feeling of sadness when thinking about the evils of the world—compare empathy, theodicy.

The modern meaning of Weltschmerz in the German language is the psychological pain caused by sadness that can occur when realizing that someone’s own weaknesses are caused by the inappropriateness and cruelty of the world and (physical and social) circumstances. Weltschmerz in this meaning can cause depression, resignation and escapism, and can become a mental problem (compare to Hikikomori). The modern meaning should also be compared with the concept of anomie, or a kind of alienation, that Émile Durkheim wrote about in his sociological treatise Suicide.

perverse weather

This is a new low, it is the middle of summer and I might have to turn on the heating. On the way home from work this evening there was a freak cloud moving around the place quickly turning everything under it to a monsoon. The roads dont seem to have any drainage besides some mud.

dull day

not a lot going on at the moment so I have taken to posting some animated gifs:

This is inexplicable.

A migit in an eyepatch is always interesting. Read more of this post

bono the tax dodger

I came across a wall in the docklands which U2 fans have mistaken for the ‘tributes’ at windmill lane. Some of the visitors dont like bono that much:


this is something I found again lately. I got it from two guys from sligo who were trying to sell a car in northern australia. It gets so hot there that you need to fill your car with water every. These guys drove thousands of miles with no oil or water. Great selling technique.


in response to gaa-rape, this is the guy responsible:

Scans of front page and inside tuesday’s herald – the main story that convinced me to buy that paper was called DEATH DRIVERS GARDA RAP, it wasnt a song.

This is the guy who started it all:

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