Oh, Wikipedia. No matter what noble intentions I start out with (in this case, finding a date that wasn’t in my History book), I always end up reading about the differences between prescriptive and descriptive linguistics or the Pre-Raphaelite movement or Esperanto, which I’m now dying to learn. I’m thinking of making it my special …
Let me start by saying that I’m not a frightfully interesting person. I am in no way cultured, polished or well-informed. The summary of my life achievements is as follows: “My computer says I win 3% of the time at Solitaire.” My aims in life: “Leave home before the age of 35.” My hobbies: “Reading, …
I’m bed-ridden (or at least house-ridden) by a bout of man-flu that I may have caught from wandering in a park late at night, but that more probably came about because of my conviction that coats are for pussies. As you can see, I’m living on the edge. Dangling right off the ravine, as it …
I got a bad mark on an Irish essay today. A normal person’s reaction: “Christ, I’d better knuckle down and develop better Irish-essay-writing skills.” My reaction: “Wow, that’s substantially lower than what I’m aiming for in June. Well, tally-ho. Time to shake things up with an overlong anti-Gaeilge spiel instead of addressing the actual problem …
In guttural onomatopoeia: blaaaaaaaaaargh. In English: I’m having a bad day, I have taken to communicating in a stream of unintelligible mumbling (more so than hitherto), a pile of highly unwelcoming homework awaits, and for some reason, this strikes me as the perfect set of conditions in which to write a blog post. I should …