Jo has been working extra hard on editing the latest instalment of Giants TV.
Check it out below:
Many thanks to Mike Parke from "loadstone" for providing the music.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Goodnight John McIlfatrick
Another character leaves us for the better life.
I met John McIlfatrick at Carrickfergus Baptist Church when we started to attend their services back in the early 90's. He was a lovely old fella with a razor sharp wit.
I remember him talking to my mum just before my family were due to take a trip down south one time. He asked where we were going, and when my mum said that we were going to somewhere in Southern Ireland he said something to the effect of "be careful not to be going into one of those bars" and then with a little glint in his eye "or at least, make sure no one sees you!" This was typical of this old gentleman.
I know he was not in best health for the last few years, and even though he's not here anymore i'm glad he's in a better place tonight. (see the last word of the statement in the paper below)
From this evening's Belfast Telegraph:
Died September 10, 2007, peacefully, at home, dearly-loved husband of Eleanor, father of Alan and Lynn, father-in-law of Sonja and Ian and dear grandfather to Ryan, Matthew and Elin. Family flowers only. Funeral arrangements later. Redeemed.
Bye John.
I met John McIlfatrick at Carrickfergus Baptist Church when we started to attend their services back in the early 90's. He was a lovely old fella with a razor sharp wit.
I remember him talking to my mum just before my family were due to take a trip down south one time. He asked where we were going, and when my mum said that we were going to somewhere in Southern Ireland he said something to the effect of "be careful not to be going into one of those bars" and then with a little glint in his eye "or at least, make sure no one sees you!" This was typical of this old gentleman.
I know he was not in best health for the last few years, and even though he's not here anymore i'm glad he's in a better place tonight. (see the last word of the statement in the paper below)
From this evening's Belfast Telegraph:
Died September 10, 2007, peacefully, at home, dearly-loved husband of Eleanor, father of Alan and Lynn, father-in-law of Sonja and Ian and dear grandfather to Ryan, Matthew and Elin. Family flowers only. Funeral arrangements later. Redeemed.
Bye John.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Giants season about to kick off......
Its time to start the Belfast Giants season off again.
Lets start with a video Jo and I made for the new Giants Official YouTube Channel:
Music help was from Five Dollar Soul. (Many thanks to Ross Thompson).
Lets start with a video Jo and I made for the new Giants Official YouTube Channel:
Music help was from Five Dollar Soul. (Many thanks to Ross Thompson).
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Blackpool
There are only 4 different types of expression on the faces of those waiting in line to ride the Pepsi Max Rollercoaster. The first is anxious, the second is buddist-cow-calm, the third smiling or joking to hide the terror and fourth yawning.
The Pepsi Max Rollercoaster or 'The Big One' at Blackpool's pleasure beach is 213 feet tall. This was until recent times the tallest fastest rollercoaster in Europe, it spans the length and bredth of the pleasure beach giving a white knuckle view of the attractions thereabouts. The initial climb to 231 feet is followed by an almost vertical drop and a hard right turn sending the occupant spiraling down to what under normal circumstances would be a quick, mangled death.
Waiting in line is the perfect place to get your affairs in order. Ok, I know the thing has been running all day without technical hitch. The track has been walked by some clearly foolish gentleman this morning, and he gives it the all clear. The other folks are giving no thought to the afterlife outcome of an unfortunate parting of car from track, but i can't help but think: have i accomplished all i wanted in this life? If i met blackpool pleasure beach pavement would I be happy to check out to the next life? A sobering thought indeed that did not actually seem to be sobering up the hen party that was in the queue in front of me.
Its times like this, or when people are passengers in my car when i'm driving, that prayer does not seem like a bad idea. I must admit to, rather selfishly, praying that Joanne and I would come out the other side of this experience of speed and G force unscathed. God did indeed follow through and the 9 or 10 times that we rode the 'Big One' over our stay in Blackpool we never as much gained a scratch.
Blackpool can be subdivided into 4 categories. Amusement arcade, Casino, Club or Burger / other fried food joint. Don't get me wrong, I actually quite like the place, its tackier than drying super glue and looks like it could generally do with a bit of a clean, but it has a certain charm. This charm that i speak of is similar to that which you find in Portrush, Northern Ireland, Niagra town, near Niagra Falls in Canada or any other carnival town. Don't scratch to far beneathe the surface! It's cheap tea and food, promise of easy money and cheap thrills are what sells it to the weekenders who come in from all over the UK and abroad to sample its dubious candyfloss delights.
While Jo and I were there we met nice people randomly, either through the place we stayed or sharing queue or dinner table. One of the more interesting encounters was at the pleasure beach when we were sharing a filthy outdoor restaurant table with a couple who's children and grandchildren were here for a day out. Peter, the grandfather, had grown up in Blackpool and was telling me of how it once was the place to be. Every weekend he and his friends would come to the pleasure beach, and when he grew older they'd still head down from the places they lived. Now Blackpool is the domain of stag do's and hen parties. There was actually a tear in his eye as he described the decline of the town he loved into a weekend binge drinkers paradise.
That being said, Jo and I saw very little actual trouble. Families were the vast majority of the population during the weekdays. It was only when we were coming home on the flight back to Belfast International that I heard any serious rowdy behavior, from Belfast chavs no less. On the whole we had a good time, apart from Jo getting a bad cold which marred the final days.
The B&B we stayed at was called The Caroldene Hotel, situated in Woodfield Road, slap bang between the centre and south piers. We were practically on the promenade where you can catch a tram to either end of the town for a couple of quid. The Caroldene was clean and cheerfully run by the lovely Sue, who chased after our every need.
Blackpool should be experienced, at least once. Ride 'The Big One' go up the tower, have a cut price hot dog, have a flutter on the races, take in a show on the pier, visit the wax works. Most of all buy a stick of rock. Just avoid the hen parties!
Currently Listening to: "We're all going on a summer holiday" Cliff RIchard
The Pepsi Max Rollercoaster or 'The Big One' at Blackpool's pleasure beach is 213 feet tall. This was until recent times the tallest fastest rollercoaster in Europe, it spans the length and bredth of the pleasure beach giving a white knuckle view of the attractions thereabouts. The initial climb to 231 feet is followed by an almost vertical drop and a hard right turn sending the occupant spiraling down to what under normal circumstances would be a quick, mangled death.
Waiting in line is the perfect place to get your affairs in order. Ok, I know the thing has been running all day without technical hitch. The track has been walked by some clearly foolish gentleman this morning, and he gives it the all clear. The other folks are giving no thought to the afterlife outcome of an unfortunate parting of car from track, but i can't help but think: have i accomplished all i wanted in this life? If i met blackpool pleasure beach pavement would I be happy to check out to the next life? A sobering thought indeed that did not actually seem to be sobering up the hen party that was in the queue in front of me.
Its times like this, or when people are passengers in my car when i'm driving, that prayer does not seem like a bad idea. I must admit to, rather selfishly, praying that Joanne and I would come out the other side of this experience of speed and G force unscathed. God did indeed follow through and the 9 or 10 times that we rode the 'Big One' over our stay in Blackpool we never as much gained a scratch.
Blackpool can be subdivided into 4 categories. Amusement arcade, Casino, Club or Burger / other fried food joint. Don't get me wrong, I actually quite like the place, its tackier than drying super glue and looks like it could generally do with a bit of a clean, but it has a certain charm. This charm that i speak of is similar to that which you find in Portrush, Northern Ireland, Niagra town, near Niagra Falls in Canada or any other carnival town. Don't scratch to far beneathe the surface! It's cheap tea and food, promise of easy money and cheap thrills are what sells it to the weekenders who come in from all over the UK and abroad to sample its dubious candyfloss delights.
While Jo and I were there we met nice people randomly, either through the place we stayed or sharing queue or dinner table. One of the more interesting encounters was at the pleasure beach when we were sharing a filthy outdoor restaurant table with a couple who's children and grandchildren were here for a day out. Peter, the grandfather, had grown up in Blackpool and was telling me of how it once was the place to be. Every weekend he and his friends would come to the pleasure beach, and when he grew older they'd still head down from the places they lived. Now Blackpool is the domain of stag do's and hen parties. There was actually a tear in his eye as he described the decline of the town he loved into a weekend binge drinkers paradise.
That being said, Jo and I saw very little actual trouble. Families were the vast majority of the population during the weekdays. It was only when we were coming home on the flight back to Belfast International that I heard any serious rowdy behavior, from Belfast chavs no less. On the whole we had a good time, apart from Jo getting a bad cold which marred the final days.
The B&B we stayed at was called The Caroldene Hotel, situated in Woodfield Road, slap bang between the centre and south piers. We were practically on the promenade where you can catch a tram to either end of the town for a couple of quid. The Caroldene was clean and cheerfully run by the lovely Sue, who chased after our every need.
Blackpool should be experienced, at least once. Ride 'The Big One' go up the tower, have a cut price hot dog, have a flutter on the races, take in a show on the pier, visit the wax works. Most of all buy a stick of rock. Just avoid the hen parties!
Currently Listening to: "We're all going on a summer holiday" Cliff RIchard
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Steria (drunken) bowling.....
I'm just posting this for fun, and so i can get at it easily.
This is what the good folks at my company are like when we get together out of work hours!
I was supposed to be doing my windows XP exam the day this was filmed. The test centre was closed when i turned up and i was given no explanation by Thompson Prometric, the testing people who just asked politely: "Did no one contact you to arrange moving your appointment?"
No one had called me, of course they hadn't or I would not have been studying every waking hour for the past month or panicing in the carpark about whether i was too early or trying, against my usual exam taking odds, to remember the fine details of unattended installations.
Why am I explaining this? Well, the end of the video has a clip from Chris Evan's BBC Radio 2 Drive Time show, which he mentioned the text i'd sent in explaining my rubbish day to this point, but how it was fine now 'cuse the folks in my office were all going bowling!
After checking through, just now, I've realised that the radio mention bit got cut from the end of the video. It was a good day all round. I'll post the mention in a bit.
(update - the video is the correct one now with mention)
Was listening to: (the video soundtrack)
Song: "Alcohol"
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Album: Stunt
This is what the good folks at my company are like when we get together out of work hours!
I was supposed to be doing my windows XP exam the day this was filmed. The test centre was closed when i turned up and i was given no explanation by Thompson Prometric, the testing people who just asked politely: "Did no one contact you to arrange moving your appointment?"
No one had called me, of course they hadn't or I would not have been studying every waking hour for the past month or panicing in the carpark about whether i was too early or trying, against my usual exam taking odds, to remember the fine details of unattended installations.
Why am I explaining this? Well, the end of the video has a clip from Chris Evan's BBC Radio 2 Drive Time show, which he mentioned the text i'd sent in explaining my rubbish day to this point, but how it was fine now 'cuse the folks in my office were all going bowling!
After checking through, just now, I've realised that the radio mention bit got cut from the end of the video. It was a good day all round. I'll post the mention in a bit.
(update - the video is the correct one now with mention)
Was listening to: (the video soundtrack)
Song: "Alcohol"
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Album: Stunt
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Autobots, lets rollout.......
I saw that transformers movie the other night.
Not one of those things was a citroen.
What's that all about?
Currently Listening to:
"Lets Get Lost"
Elliot Smith
From A Basement On The Hill
(which sounds to me a lot like several Neil Young songs and "find the cost of freedom" by CSNY)
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I am the god of hellfire, and i bring you...
Its that time of year again, children are drinking beer in the street and finding excuses to attack the emergency services, egged on by their parents whose asbo status would find them in the clink if they were to take action themselves.
I have little time for this festival of nonsense. There is nothing good about it. Its an excuse to behave like an ass and screw the consequence.
Here are some images of local wkd fodder in preparation.
Currently Listening to:
"I Wonder"
Artist: Blind Melon
Album: Blind Melon
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Roller Hockey Tournament
The East Coast Blaze roller hockey team were hosting an event this weekend at the Valley Leisure Centre. The even was well planned, the only flaw in the setup being the DJ..... me.
I was awoken from an otherwise loverly slumber by Phil from All Hockey Gear. The conversation went like this:
Phil: Matt, how are you?
Me: Who is this?
Phil: Phil. You coming to pay us a visit?
Me: What? Where? ..........Oh, hold on, *swears* Is your tournament thing today?
Phil: Yup. You coming down?
Me: What time do you start?
Phil: 9 Minutes ago.
Me: Bugger. When does your next game start?
Phil: 20 minutes.
Me: what about the one after that?
Phil: 39 minutes?
Me: That is more realistic. Um, i'll be right there.
Phil: Don't worry buddy, have your breakfast and a coffee, we're a bit light on the ground just yet.
Me: UUgghh, right, sorry, i'll see you soon.
Phil: *Giggles* *click*
I've only slept in for a gig past its starting time once, that was a Giants game a few years ago. I slept all night and all day to the face off time of 6pm. I had been really run down, just like i've been feeling lately. This time, just like the last, i felt like a right wab. The difference is, this time, I completely forgot the gig was even happening. That hasn't really happened before.
I made it down for just past 10.30.
Jo made it down around 4pm to take pictures. The problem is the lighting is orange in there, should make for interesting photos.
We're off back tomorrow for the last day of the competition. I'll try to get there for 9!
Currently listening to:
Track: "Tumble in the rough"
Artist: Stone Temple Pilots
Album: Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop
I was awoken from an otherwise loverly slumber by Phil from All Hockey Gear. The conversation went like this:
Phil: Matt, how are you?
Me: Who is this?
Phil: Phil. You coming to pay us a visit?
Me: What? Where? ..........Oh, hold on, *swears* Is your tournament thing today?
Phil: Yup. You coming down?
Me: What time do you start?
Phil: 9 Minutes ago.
Me: Bugger. When does your next game start?
Phil: 20 minutes.
Me: what about the one after that?
Phil: 39 minutes?
Me: That is more realistic. Um, i'll be right there.
Phil: Don't worry buddy, have your breakfast and a coffee, we're a bit light on the ground just yet.
Me: UUgghh, right, sorry, i'll see you soon.
Phil: *Giggles* *click*
I've only slept in for a gig past its starting time once, that was a Giants game a few years ago. I slept all night and all day to the face off time of 6pm. I had been really run down, just like i've been feeling lately. This time, just like the last, i felt like a right wab. The difference is, this time, I completely forgot the gig was even happening. That hasn't really happened before.
I made it down for just past 10.30.
Jo made it down around 4pm to take pictures. The problem is the lighting is orange in there, should make for interesting photos.
We're off back tomorrow for the last day of the competition. I'll try to get there for 9!
Currently listening to:
Track: "Tumble in the rough"
Artist: Stone Temple Pilots
Album: Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Paris Hilton...
...got out of jail yesterday, and just like that the world was a darker place.
I guess it is a bit late to start a t-shirt campaign?
Bugger.
Currently Listening to:
"I fought the law and the law won"
The Ramones
I guess it is a bit late to start a t-shirt campaign?
Bugger.
Currently Listening to:
"I fought the law and the law won"
The Ramones
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Guitar Tuning.....
I went with Nigel and Raj to check out guitars the other day.
I can't afford a new fancy guitar, so the best I can do is get a new set of strings.
Here's how I change them.....
Currently listening to:
Song: "La Cienega just smiled"
Artist: Ryan Adams
Album: Gold
I can't afford a new fancy guitar, so the best I can do is get a new set of strings.
Here's how I change them.....
Currently listening to:
Song: "La Cienega just smiled"
Artist: Ryan Adams
Album: Gold
Sunday, June 10, 2007
POLICE, WINNING ON PENALTIES......
Eesh, It must be that time of year again.I was driving to Coleraine to see the Armstrong clan on Thursday night, after Steria's corporate BBQ. You have to understand, I haven't seen these folks in 10 years, or there a-boots, as they now reside in Cana-dia.
Such was my excitement, rocketing towards Ulster's north coast, that I'd ignored the speed I was traveling at. Apparently it was about 86 miles an hour. Scratch that, it was EXACTLY 86 miles an hour. I know this as the kindly cop in question showed me just how he works that figure out on his radar thingie. This case of radar love, landed me 3 points and a £60 fine!
I've figured out that i get this 'temporary lapse of concentration' once or so every summer, and sometimes in the winter.
Here's to careful driving for the next 6 months till I loose some more.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Kart tastic!
Last night was the Matt McIvor challenge at Eddie Irvines's karting track. Let me explain...
Steria goes every year to this track for a bit of a social get together and friendly competition. Whoever wins the competition gets the tournament named after them next year. I won last year, so this years event was all mine!
Now, a word on that "friendly competition". In years gone past we've had people ejected from the building in the pursuit of "friendly competition". This year however, there was a thinner turnout. The key agitators were not present. Given this lack of friction I subconsciously decided to fill the gap.
On my second qualifier i was racing Simon Maynard, a fine fellow who used to work in our office.
We were heading around the fastest S bend on the track and i was travelling faster than Simon. Suddenly I found myself closed in with no where to go. Simon bit the tyre wall.
I didn't have the heart to pass, so Simon still won the race, and went on to come second in the final. I came 3rd.
Later investigation by the "experts" at Antrim Area Hospital revealed Simon has a cracked rib and severe muscle trauma. Still, he looked ok in the picture below. (sporting a white t-shirt).
Steria goes every year to this track for a bit of a social get together and friendly competition. Whoever wins the competition gets the tournament named after them next year. I won last year, so this years event was all mine!
Now, a word on that "friendly competition". In years gone past we've had people ejected from the building in the pursuit of "friendly competition". This year however, there was a thinner turnout. The key agitators were not present. Given this lack of friction I subconsciously decided to fill the gap.
On my second qualifier i was racing Simon Maynard, a fine fellow who used to work in our office.
We were heading around the fastest S bend on the track and i was travelling faster than Simon. Suddenly I found myself closed in with no where to go. Simon bit the tyre wall.
I didn't have the heart to pass, so Simon still won the race, and went on to come second in the final. I came 3rd.
Later investigation by the "experts" at Antrim Area Hospital revealed Simon has a cracked rib and severe muscle trauma. Still, he looked ok in the picture below. (sporting a white t-shirt).
Monday, May 21, 2007
You win some.......
Eek,
The people I work for have lost the contract I work on.
I have a year to find something else.
Prayer please.
M
The people I work for have lost the contract I work on.
I have a year to find something else.
Prayer please.
M
Currently listening to:
Song: We Can Be Strong
Artist: Willy Mason
Album: If The Ocean Gets Rough
Friday, May 18, 2007
Caption competition
Please submit your comments on this:
I was thinking "Paisley in Rabbit Eating Scandal"
Source: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/07/uk_enl_1179490553/html/1.stm
I was thinking "Paisley in Rabbit Eating Scandal"Source: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/07/uk_enl_1179490553/html/1.stm
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Whereareya hararya?
Some beggar has registered hararya.com in the slim interval that it was available for purchase on Sunday.
I'm a little puzzled as, firstly, seeing as hararya is not even a word, who would have been waiting to snap it up? I'm a little hacked off.
Nevertheless welcome to the new and improved mattmcivor.com a place that over the next while will host all kinds of wonders and musical delights..... as soon as i create them!
Also, i should receive my new macbookpro today. I've ordered a refurbished unit from Apple. The insurance folks decided, after saying that they would replace the stolen laptop, that they won't. They gave me a cheque for £1000, but a new mac costs around £1,700. The refurb cost £1,150 so i am a little out of pocket, but i could have been worse.
Now I sit, delivery confirmation web page on screen, waiting to tell me that my shiny mac has arrived at our holywood office.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.....
I'm a little puzzled as, firstly, seeing as hararya is not even a word, who would have been waiting to snap it up? I'm a little hacked off.
Nevertheless welcome to the new and improved mattmcivor.com a place that over the next while will host all kinds of wonders and musical delights..... as soon as i create them!
Also, i should receive my new macbookpro today. I've ordered a refurbished unit from Apple. The insurance folks decided, after saying that they would replace the stolen laptop, that they won't. They gave me a cheque for £1000, but a new mac costs around £1,700. The refurb cost £1,150 so i am a little out of pocket, but i could have been worse.
Now I sit, delivery confirmation web page on screen, waiting to tell me that my shiny mac has arrived at our holywood office.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.....
Currently listening to:
Song: (antichrist television blues)
Artist: The Arcade Fire
Album: Neon Bible
Thursday, April 26, 2007
hararya?
Hello hararya faithfull.
I'm about to go through a server change (tomorrow-friday), and therefore you might not find me online for a day or two, don't despair, you can still find me at http://www.hararya.blogspot.com
cheers for now
M
I'm about to go through a server change (tomorrow-friday), and therefore you might not find me online for a day or two, don't despair, you can still find me at http://www.hararya.blogspot.com
cheers for now
M
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Facial Hair Foolin'
I decided to clear the mess of hair from my face today. But as i was going about this trimming task I decided to see how various styles would look:
Step 1 : full beard
Step 2 : Jawline
Step 3: Goat-t
Step 4: Moustache
I think i'll stick with messy. Eek.
I'm trimmed back down to normal now.
Step 1 : full beard
Step 2 : Jawline
Step 3: Goat-t
Step 4: Moustache
I think i'll stick with messy. Eek.
I'm trimmed back down to normal now.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Giggidy Giggidy
Last night I opened for my friend Andy's band "catch 23" at the Rosetta bar in Belfast.
I was more than a little concerned as I thought my brand of accoustic guitar whiney nonsense would not go over well with the metal folks who i'd usually associate with that venue.
As it happens I came over quite well. I played a mix of Barenaked Ladies, Jack Johnson, Pearl Jam, Beatles and my own stuff.
I have it on good authority that they'd like me back at some point. Hooray.
Also, in other news the lovely insurance people got back to me today to confirm that I will be getting a lovely new MACBOOK PRO to replace the Powerbook G4 that was stolen from me.
I am really rather pleased about this as it is like getting the best trade in ever!
Currntly listening to:
This American Life (which is a podcast available from apple)
Chicago Public Radio
http://www.thisamericanlife.com/
I was more than a little concerned as I thought my brand of accoustic guitar whiney nonsense would not go over well with the metal folks who i'd usually associate with that venue.
As it happens I came over quite well. I played a mix of Barenaked Ladies, Jack Johnson, Pearl Jam, Beatles and my own stuff.
I have it on good authority that they'd like me back at some point. Hooray.
Also, in other news the lovely insurance people got back to me today to confirm that I will be getting a lovely new MACBOOK PRO to replace the Powerbook G4 that was stolen from me.
I am really rather pleased about this as it is like getting the best trade in ever!
Currntly listening to:
This American Life (which is a podcast available from apple)
Chicago Public Radio
http://www.thisamericanlife.com/
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Those Women Were In The Nip........!
Last night Jo, Sarah, Raj and I went to see the Barenaked Ladies a the Olympia Theatre, Dublin.
It was a bit good to say the least. Even though I was stuck with someone's head right in front of me the whole concert, leaving me leaning right or left the whole time, I very much enjoyed it.
One of the tightest and most entertainnig shows I have ever seen. (and that is saying something).
Here is a fine example of their work:
It was a bit good to say the least. Even though I was stuck with someone's head right in front of me the whole concert, leaving me leaning right or left the whole time, I very much enjoyed it.
One of the tightest and most entertainnig shows I have ever seen. (and that is saying something).
Here is a fine example of their work:
Playoffs part 2
The only cuddly thing about the Coventry Blaze is their big stuffed dragon / frog mascot. All weekend during the playoffs we have been chanting suff like "no one likes you... no one likes you" etc inventive eh?. Their mascot ventured over to our section to cheers of "who are ya?!"
The final game was a little lax. Cardiff who were an unstoppable force in the semi looked tired. Nottingham scored almost right away and that goal went unanswered till the middle of the second. The third period was mostly memorable for the giants crowd starting all sorts of chants including "we're not brazil, were northern ireland", "hands up for hanson" and "healey" (someone had a northen ireland football flag), not to forget "your ma's your da!"
It was a 1-1 hockey game with 5 mins to go. Things heated up with some handbaging and many more shots on goal but it had to go to overtime and then penalties. After a close battle nottingham triumphed.
The sheffield steelers fans left immediatly. I thought that was bad sportsmanship no their part as everyone else stayed. Still i guess it was nice for nottingham to win some silver after not doing so in their own building for quite a while, what is it now, 50 years? *sniggers*
The rest of the evening's post is being truncated in the interests of "what goes on the road, stays on the road" and potential lawsuits from offended parties.
I'll say this: there were nottingham thugs dancing, drink taken, one man getting his tackle out, some rather unexpected sweedish action and much food consumed.
'Nuff said.
On the way home we were delayed as BMIbaby were having technical issues with our flight. We bought packs of Top Trumps and battled it out till the flight was called.
Till next year gadget, next year.
Currently listening to:
"I can, I will, I do"
Barenakedladies
Barenakedladies Are Me
The final game was a little lax. Cardiff who were an unstoppable force in the semi looked tired. Nottingham scored almost right away and that goal went unanswered till the middle of the second. The third period was mostly memorable for the giants crowd starting all sorts of chants including "we're not brazil, were northern ireland", "hands up for hanson" and "healey" (someone had a northen ireland football flag), not to forget "your ma's your da!"
It was a 1-1 hockey game with 5 mins to go. Things heated up with some handbaging and many more shots on goal but it had to go to overtime and then penalties. After a close battle nottingham triumphed.
The sheffield steelers fans left immediatly. I thought that was bad sportsmanship no their part as everyone else stayed. Still i guess it was nice for nottingham to win some silver after not doing so in their own building for quite a while, what is it now, 50 years? *sniggers*
The rest of the evening's post is being truncated in the interests of "what goes on the road, stays on the road" and potential lawsuits from offended parties.
I'll say this: there were nottingham thugs dancing, drink taken, one man getting his tackle out, some rather unexpected sweedish action and much food consumed.
'Nuff said.
On the way home we were delayed as BMIbaby were having technical issues with our flight. We bought packs of Top Trumps and battled it out till the flight was called.
Till next year gadget, next year.
Currently listening to:
"I can, I will, I do"
Barenakedladies
Barenakedladies Are Me
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Goodnight "Fatty" Matty Folka
Matty Folka, who retired from ice hockey officiating a few years back due to Cancer died on thursday night.
He wasn't old, and was a lovely bloke. Dang.
Goodnight Matty.
He wasn't old, and was a lovely bloke. Dang.
Goodnight Matty.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
The Playoffs
I'm in Nottingham. I've been having a really good weekend. We got here on Friday and booked into Jury's inn. They were oddly efficient, we were able to check in around 10.30.
After a lunch in squares I headed over to the arena. I've been providing a sound mix of Cool FM's Nigel Ringland and Canadian journalist Wayne Hardman for a dvd being recorded of the weekend.
Last night we went to the pit and pendulum, a goth / rock bar in town that make nice cocktails.
Breakfast in the hotel was great. Its that generic stuff but it was tasty and well cooked.
We went back to the arena today where Jo Sarah and I got access all areas passes! (much luff to the staff who didn't really need to do that, but did anyway). After about an hour of wrestling with a camera's sound inputs were were free to enjoy the first game, Cardiff V Coventry. Cardiff were successfull, much to the delight of everyone gathered.
Everything was going well until the Belfast Giants got eliminated from the competition. Dang.
They played well but were just pipped on penalties by the Nottingham Panthers.
We headed back to the hotel where Jo and I enjoyed TV and pizza. I'm currently stealing Squeek's internet access cuse he's passed out in the corner. hehehehehehe.
I have video and things to update soon, but I've nothing to edit it on.
Dang.
After a lunch in squares I headed over to the arena. I've been providing a sound mix of Cool FM's Nigel Ringland and Canadian journalist Wayne Hardman for a dvd being recorded of the weekend.
Last night we went to the pit and pendulum, a goth / rock bar in town that make nice cocktails.
Breakfast in the hotel was great. Its that generic stuff but it was tasty and well cooked.
We went back to the arena today where Jo Sarah and I got access all areas passes! (much luff to the staff who didn't really need to do that, but did anyway). After about an hour of wrestling with a camera's sound inputs were were free to enjoy the first game, Cardiff V Coventry. Cardiff were successfull, much to the delight of everyone gathered.
Everything was going well until the Belfast Giants got eliminated from the competition. Dang.
They played well but were just pipped on penalties by the Nottingham Panthers.
We headed back to the hotel where Jo and I enjoyed TV and pizza. I'm currently stealing Squeek's internet access cuse he's passed out in the corner. hehehehehehe.
I have video and things to update soon, but I've nothing to edit it on.
Dang.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Sometimes Lightning Strikes Twice......
Some beggar nicked my Powerbook.
I choose to believe its a practical joke, but as time is passing i'm thinking this is less and less likely.
It was taken from last nights Belfast Giants end of season dinner. This is the laptop I run the entire show from.
I'm a little upset. Mostly because my backups are not as up to date as i'd like, partly cuse its someone in that room who has taken it, lastly cuse i'm not that sure how well insured I am, if at all.
The same thing happened about 3 or four years ago to the last one. It got stolen from my car, along with most of my worldly posessions from Belfast's delightful Sandy Row area.
I've changed my passwords and now i'm off to see how traceable it is. It is registered with apple.
I choose to believe its a practical joke, but as time is passing i'm thinking this is less and less likely.
It was taken from last nights Belfast Giants end of season dinner. This is the laptop I run the entire show from.
I'm a little upset. Mostly because my backups are not as up to date as i'd like, partly cuse its someone in that room who has taken it, lastly cuse i'm not that sure how well insured I am, if at all.
The same thing happened about 3 or four years ago to the last one. It got stolen from my car, along with most of my worldly posessions from Belfast's delightful Sandy Row area.
I've changed my passwords and now i'm off to see how traceable it is. It is registered with apple.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Currently Listening to:
"Shelter"
Artist: Ray LaMontagne
Album: Trouble
Last night i was judging a battle of the bands competition in Carrick Baptist. There was a wide range of talent. Acoustic, punk, girl rock, joke rock and old school rock.
I have to admit that my favourite was a group of guys that played a cover of keep on rocking in a free world. They were easily my winners, but that's not how the consensus went. Girlie pink-esque rockers "sage" got the title. Dermo had nothing to do with it, though they are girls from his school. We left after the judgement pretty sharpish just in case it got ugly!
Today has been interesting with the 3 to 4 seasons in one day arrangement of weather. On my way to church this morning i was turned into a snow-matt between my house and my car. Then as soon as the snow arrived, it stopped and disappeared, then came back, then left again . . . and so on.
I tried taking some pictures, I got snow in the face trying. So here, as a consolation is my sister, Mee Lan, dancing in the snow.
:)
"Shelter"
Artist: Ray LaMontagne
Album: Trouble
Last night i was judging a battle of the bands competition in Carrick Baptist. There was a wide range of talent. Acoustic, punk, girl rock, joke rock and old school rock.
I have to admit that my favourite was a group of guys that played a cover of keep on rocking in a free world. They were easily my winners, but that's not how the consensus went. Girlie pink-esque rockers "sage" got the title. Dermo had nothing to do with it, though they are girls from his school. We left after the judgement pretty sharpish just in case it got ugly!
Today has been interesting with the 3 to 4 seasons in one day arrangement of weather. On my way to church this morning i was turned into a snow-matt between my house and my car. Then as soon as the snow arrived, it stopped and disappeared, then came back, then left again . . . and so on.
I tried taking some pictures, I got snow in the face trying. So here, as a consolation is my sister, Mee Lan, dancing in the snow.
:)
Friday, March 16, 2007
Voting...
Voting day was the other Wednesday. I decided to break with tradition and vote, even though there was no one worth the ever so slight wearing down of my car tires to get to the polling station. The thing about politics here, something I should make clear I know nothing about, is that the candidates are some of the strangest looking people I've ever seen.
Here are some pictures:
I think if I was deciding purely on looks, it'd probably be the green party. They look the most cuddly. They look genuinely healthy and pleasant. None of their candidates, unlike some of the more mainstream parties, had to have the light photoshop'd back into their eyes cuse it doesn't naturally reside there anymore.
Despite the fact that no one really represents me and the strange looking candidates, I decided to vote. I think it is important because not everyone has the privilege to around the world. People would die for the right to vote.
I'd like to think that I could make a difference. I see this fairytale scenario where my vote is the casting vote. If I had not voted then it would all be hung and have to be done all over again! In reality it probably matters little what I think.
/rant
Here are some pictures:
I think if I was deciding purely on looks, it'd probably be the green party. They look the most cuddly. They look genuinely healthy and pleasant. None of their candidates, unlike some of the more mainstream parties, had to have the light photoshop'd back into their eyes cuse it doesn't naturally reside there anymore.
Despite the fact that no one really represents me and the strange looking candidates, I decided to vote. I think it is important because not everyone has the privilege to around the world. People would die for the right to vote.
I'd like to think that I could make a difference. I see this fairytale scenario where my vote is the casting vote. If I had not voted then it would all be hung and have to be done all over again! In reality it probably matters little what I think.
/rant
While I wasn't sleeping......
....I realised my alarm clock was making faces at me.
Initially at 1:01am I thought it was making a mean face...
... but then by 1:07 I realised it was smirking....
Initially at 1:01am I thought it was making a mean face...
... but then by 1:07 I realised it was smirking....
Monday, March 12, 2007
Lazing on a sun-dy afternoon....
Another lovely rainy sunday.
This morning i went to Carrick Baptist to catch their missionary morning. After catching up with some folks and some communion I headed back home, pausing only to grab a coffee from the zoo park cafe along Carrickfergus' "dazzling" waterfront marina.
I was not aiming my hopes high for getting good coffee outside of Belfast, which was lucky really. When I asked for a take out coffee the girl behind the counter looked puzzled then had to ask a college if they 'did' take out, and if they had cups! I did get a cup, but it was polystyrene, (not paper as the rest of the civilised coffee drinking world) but it also had no hole to drink through. *sigh* Maybe I take these things too seriously. I mean, what was I doing buying a coffee on a Sunday anyway!
When I got home I started up the mac and got to levelling a few recordings i'd made of the band I play in. I can't tell you who that is for legal reasons. The exercise was to learn how to mix and master a live recording. I have this big pair of headphones that my folks got back in the seventies or early eighties somewhere. They are probably made of wood, didn't have plastic back then! They sound amazing though, and highlight every detail.
I then picked up Jo and we headed over to my folks for Sunday lunch. Mmmm, chicken.
I'm looking forward to tuesday night, its Todd Kellman's testimonial hockey game. He's retiring to become the general manager of the Belfast Giants. Everyone is chipping in and most of the folks from my office are going to make the trip. It will be great to see all the old favorites back on the Odyssey ice.
If you aren't doing anything this Tuesday 13th I recommend this testimonial game highly. It will be a blast.
Currently listening to:
Title: Fidelity
Artist: Regina Spektor
This morning i went to Carrick Baptist to catch their missionary morning. After catching up with some folks and some communion I headed back home, pausing only to grab a coffee from the zoo park cafe along Carrickfergus' "dazzling" waterfront marina.
I was not aiming my hopes high for getting good coffee outside of Belfast, which was lucky really. When I asked for a take out coffee the girl behind the counter looked puzzled then had to ask a college if they 'did' take out, and if they had cups! I did get a cup, but it was polystyrene, (not paper as the rest of the civilised coffee drinking world) but it also had no hole to drink through. *sigh* Maybe I take these things too seriously. I mean, what was I doing buying a coffee on a Sunday anyway!
When I got home I started up the mac and got to levelling a few recordings i'd made of the band I play in. I can't tell you who that is for legal reasons. The exercise was to learn how to mix and master a live recording. I have this big pair of headphones that my folks got back in the seventies or early eighties somewhere. They are probably made of wood, didn't have plastic back then! They sound amazing though, and highlight every detail.
I then picked up Jo and we headed over to my folks for Sunday lunch. Mmmm, chicken.
I'm looking forward to tuesday night, its Todd Kellman's testimonial hockey game. He's retiring to become the general manager of the Belfast Giants. Everyone is chipping in and most of the folks from my office are going to make the trip. It will be great to see all the old favorites back on the Odyssey ice.
If you aren't doing anything this Tuesday 13th I recommend this testimonial game highly. It will be a blast.
Currently listening to:
Title: Fidelity
Artist: Regina Spektor
Monday, February 26, 2007
Colin Hay gig.....
Jo and I tripped down to the Black Box in Belfast's Hill Street to see the former Men at Work legend Colin Hay.
I only started to notice his solo work after his appearance in several episodes of the hit medical sitcom Scrubs, as a wandering troubadour who eventually has his guitar wrenched from his hands to be smashed on a nearby wall by Dr. Cox (John C. McGinley).
I was amused by the music that I heard but didn't make a connection between this singer and his former band, known famously for their hit "Down Under" from their debut album "Business As Usual". It was at a friends' house much later that I found out by accident who he was. Jo was playing some of Colin Hay's tracks and my friend's dad said 'that doesn't sound much like when he was in men at work!'
I had been anticipating this intimate gig, part of the Belfast-Nashville music festival for a few weeks now. Jo was especially excited as she never thought we'd actually see this guy live, never mind in Belfast.
How do you describe a Colin Hay gig? It was like going to see Billy Connelly (as, yes folks he was born in Scotland), profanity, humour and all, only each story was a well crafted build up to a song. He was charismatic, hilarious and yet down to earth and brutally honest about his rock star highs and lows. He told a story of a hotel in Australia where he held the record for the most people squeezed into the venue, then several years later the record for the fewest.
He's done ok for himself though. After some years of obscurity he had that Zack Braff assisted comeback. He lives in LA and has a house in Australia, he's done tours with Ringo Starr and Paul Carrack. But then he talks about the aftermath of playing a tour with an ex Beatle, having to drive your own band around in a crappy van, rather than enjoying a luxury jet from venue to venue. He talks about those who have had 'good careers' like Sting, then curses under his breath. He dazzles you with example after example of his obvious talent.
Jo and I met Colin after the gig. Jo got her fan-girl-ing out of the way and had her picture taken. And after a kiss on the cheek, for Jo, and of course a manly handshake for me, we were on our way home, internally jumping up and down like school children at meeting and experiencing such a character.
I only started to notice his solo work after his appearance in several episodes of the hit medical sitcom Scrubs, as a wandering troubadour who eventually has his guitar wrenched from his hands to be smashed on a nearby wall by Dr. Cox (John C. McGinley).
I was amused by the music that I heard but didn't make a connection between this singer and his former band, known famously for their hit "Down Under" from their debut album "Business As Usual". It was at a friends' house much later that I found out by accident who he was. Jo was playing some of Colin Hay's tracks and my friend's dad said 'that doesn't sound much like when he was in men at work!'
I had been anticipating this intimate gig, part of the Belfast-Nashville music festival for a few weeks now. Jo was especially excited as she never thought we'd actually see this guy live, never mind in Belfast.
How do you describe a Colin Hay gig? It was like going to see Billy Connelly (as, yes folks he was born in Scotland), profanity, humour and all, only each story was a well crafted build up to a song. He was charismatic, hilarious and yet down to earth and brutally honest about his rock star highs and lows. He told a story of a hotel in Australia where he held the record for the most people squeezed into the venue, then several years later the record for the fewest.
He's done ok for himself though. After some years of obscurity he had that Zack Braff assisted comeback. He lives in LA and has a house in Australia, he's done tours with Ringo Starr and Paul Carrack. But then he talks about the aftermath of playing a tour with an ex Beatle, having to drive your own band around in a crappy van, rather than enjoying a luxury jet from venue to venue. He talks about those who have had 'good careers' like Sting, then curses under his breath. He dazzles you with example after example of his obvious talent.
Jo and I met Colin after the gig. Jo got her fan-girl-ing out of the way and had her picture taken. And after a kiss on the cheek, for Jo, and of course a manly handshake for me, we were on our way home, internally jumping up and down like school children at meeting and experiencing such a character.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Busy Busy Bzzzzzz......
Currently Listening to: "Holy"
Artist: Allan Ellingsgaard
Album: Going Home
I've been a little run off my feet for the last few weeks. Lets start with Valentines' week.
I finished off a video my friend Nathan's mum filmed while on a trek from Mount Sinai to the Red Sea, realised that the flowers I ordered for Jo for Valentines' day weren't coming. The usually reliable Marks and Spencer's (who obviously had an offer on) politely e-mailed me to tell me that my delivery (which is not any ordinary delivery), could not be made as Joanne lived too far out of their delivery zone. She lives less than one mile from an M&S store.
I thought about politely telling them where to place their flowers, but then still went and bought some in store, as they are maybe the best around. They are still alive, I checked this evening.
Next was 2 nights of tech where I've found that my lecturer is still a little lacking in the enthusiasm department. I've been compensating by going to the library and reading the material myself.
Thursday I had a practice with Allan Ellingsgaard, a great Christian singer/songwriter who was releasing his debut album "Going Home". Basically when someone asks for guitar help, I'm a sucker! Practice went well.
Friday I played a "love" gig in Larne Baptist Church. The whole idea was to play 30 mins of love songs, then they explained about Christ's love for them. It was an excellent setup. I relaxed into my set after a few songs and had one of the loveliest solo gigs I've ever played. I even sang some of my own songs to a warm reception.
The weekend was a little relaxing time with Mr Fellowes during the day, then my lovely missis-to-be, Raj and Sarah for a winter BBQ and movie night at Jo's. We watched "Phone Booth", "Lost Boys" and "Flatliners". All movies had a Keifer Sutherland kick to them. Any excuse really to watch Lost Boys, a film I watched repeatedly in my formative years.
Sunday was photo taking, and a proper, wonderful, cooked to perfection Sunday roast at Raj's. (and more movies - "the Sentinel").
The last week was a blur. Setting up for "Stars In Their Eyes" with the Belfast Giants official supporters club on Monday, DJing and hosting the event on Tuesday, took it easier on Wednesday, caught up on 24 and Lost, practice with Allan on Thursday after a killer of a work day, Allan's album launch gig in Ballymena Elim on Friday. (see dermo.co.uk for some pics. You need firefox or IE7 to view properly)
Today Elia and I made a movie mockup for a Baptist Youth roadshow about mission work.
Phew!
This week is exciting enough because not only are we going to see Colin Hay, formerly of Men at Work - 'we come from a land down under.....' but also Tuesday brings Dave Matthews to Belfast's Waterfront Hall. I have tickets!
I have been wanting to see Dave Matthews in concert since I was 16. It has only taken 11 years.
Well, to bed now as I really am not getting enough sleep.
Artist: Allan Ellingsgaard
Album: Going Home
I've been a little run off my feet for the last few weeks. Lets start with Valentines' week.
I finished off a video my friend Nathan's mum filmed while on a trek from Mount Sinai to the Red Sea, realised that the flowers I ordered for Jo for Valentines' day weren't coming. The usually reliable Marks and Spencer's (who obviously had an offer on) politely e-mailed me to tell me that my delivery (which is not any ordinary delivery), could not be made as Joanne lived too far out of their delivery zone. She lives less than one mile from an M&S store.
I thought about politely telling them where to place their flowers, but then still went and bought some in store, as they are maybe the best around. They are still alive, I checked this evening.
Next was 2 nights of tech where I've found that my lecturer is still a little lacking in the enthusiasm department. I've been compensating by going to the library and reading the material myself.
Thursday I had a practice with Allan Ellingsgaard, a great Christian singer/songwriter who was releasing his debut album "Going Home". Basically when someone asks for guitar help, I'm a sucker! Practice went well.
Friday I played a "love" gig in Larne Baptist Church. The whole idea was to play 30 mins of love songs, then they explained about Christ's love for them. It was an excellent setup. I relaxed into my set after a few songs and had one of the loveliest solo gigs I've ever played. I even sang some of my own songs to a warm reception.
The weekend was a little relaxing time with Mr Fellowes during the day, then my lovely missis-to-be, Raj and Sarah for a winter BBQ and movie night at Jo's. We watched "Phone Booth", "Lost Boys" and "Flatliners". All movies had a Keifer Sutherland kick to them. Any excuse really to watch Lost Boys, a film I watched repeatedly in my formative years.
Sunday was photo taking, and a proper, wonderful, cooked to perfection Sunday roast at Raj's. (and more movies - "the Sentinel").
The last week was a blur. Setting up for "Stars In Their Eyes" with the Belfast Giants official supporters club on Monday, DJing and hosting the event on Tuesday, took it easier on Wednesday, caught up on 24 and Lost, practice with Allan on Thursday after a killer of a work day, Allan's album launch gig in Ballymena Elim on Friday. (see dermo.co.uk for some pics. You need firefox or IE7 to view properly)
Today Elia and I made a movie mockup for a Baptist Youth roadshow about mission work.
Phew!
This week is exciting enough because not only are we going to see Colin Hay, formerly of Men at Work - 'we come from a land down under.....' but also Tuesday brings Dave Matthews to Belfast's Waterfront Hall. I have tickets!
I have been wanting to see Dave Matthews in concert since I was 16. It has only taken 11 years.
Well, to bed now as I really am not getting enough sleep.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Sick, Idol and gigs..
So, since Tuesday afternoon when I realised I wasn't feeling exactly 100% I've been asleep 90% of the time. I drove myself home at about 3.30pm on Tuesday afternoon and went straight to bed. I stayed there till pretty much this afternoon. Bless.
Daytime tv is a government initiative to get you back to work. Ok, we have cable, but there is nothing on all 900 channels during the day that will help the misery. There is only so much "Tricia" a man can watch before he loses the will to live.
American Idol. Holy cow. It is great to know that Americans are still the most stupid and gullible people on the planet. They've all been told since they were kids that they are special. They believe it. I understand that parents are supposed to be encouraging and build up their kids, and that is a great thing, but when a contestant who can't sing a note is told so by the likes of Simon Cowell and says something like 'Oh, thats your opinion' or 'who are you to tell me that i can't sing?' I must laugh. Actually I was just watching as a mum, so outraged that her daughter didn't get through, stormed back into the audition room and told the judges off! classic.
I don't know anyone who watches the whole competition, just the auditions.
Anyhow, had some fun recently, went to see Peter Mulvey in Dublin. (click the link and listen to some samples.). If you've never heard of this guy he's well worth the listen. From Michigan in the US of A, Mr Mulvey has several fantastic albums of acoustic mastery and social commentary. He is an accomplished songster with a jazzy edge. If anyone is interested, I'll certainly pass some of his stuff on.
He comes here about 3 times a year, usually to Dublin and thereabouts. Young Raj introduced me to him a few years ago, and though I really enjoyed his albums, there is nothing like seeing this guy live. There is such energy about his performances, just one guy one guitar fills the room. Hopefully we'll have Peter in Belfast soon.
Well, I gotta go pass out now. I'll update again soon.
M
Daytime tv is a government initiative to get you back to work. Ok, we have cable, but there is nothing on all 900 channels during the day that will help the misery. There is only so much "Tricia" a man can watch before he loses the will to live.
American Idol. Holy cow. It is great to know that Americans are still the most stupid and gullible people on the planet. They've all been told since they were kids that they are special. They believe it. I understand that parents are supposed to be encouraging and build up their kids, and that is a great thing, but when a contestant who can't sing a note is told so by the likes of Simon Cowell and says something like 'Oh, thats your opinion' or 'who are you to tell me that i can't sing?' I must laugh. Actually I was just watching as a mum, so outraged that her daughter didn't get through, stormed back into the audition room and told the judges off! classic.
I don't know anyone who watches the whole competition, just the auditions.
Anyhow, had some fun recently, went to see Peter Mulvey in Dublin. (click the link and listen to some samples.). If you've never heard of this guy he's well worth the listen. From Michigan in the US of A, Mr Mulvey has several fantastic albums of acoustic mastery and social commentary. He is an accomplished songster with a jazzy edge. If anyone is interested, I'll certainly pass some of his stuff on.
He comes here about 3 times a year, usually to Dublin and thereabouts. Young Raj introduced me to him a few years ago, and though I really enjoyed his albums, there is nothing like seeing this guy live. There is such energy about his performances, just one guy one guitar fills the room. Hopefully we'll have Peter in Belfast soon.
Well, I gotta go pass out now. I'll update again soon.
M
Monday, January 29, 2007
I got an Iphone!!!!!
And you can have one too...Click Here
There is much to update, coming soon.
Also, this just in: Rick and Katie have just taken delivery of a bundle of joy! The most recent Allen family member is Ruben Joseph Allen born at lunch time today.
Fergoodnessake Ruben, hararya?
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Will it blend?
FIND OUT HERE what happens when you put things in a blender
OR HERE for what happens when you put pucks in.
OR HERE for what happens when you put pucks in.
Ham on the Road......
Jo passed her driving test last friday!
Abandon hope, all ye who drive in the Greater Belfast area.
Actually she is doing quite well and has been out the odd time by herself. Who's a big grown up girl. When she went out for her first solo drive I didn't tell her mum till she was away a good half hour, and I took down their Christmas tree so I wouldn't have to worry for a time.
All worked well though, there ain't no stopping her now.
I've still not heard back from the phone folks. Damn their eyes. I keep seeing picture/video opportunities, reach for my trusty capture device only to be dissapointed when it isn't there.
Also, happy 1st Birthday young Caleb, hararya?
M
Currently listening to:
Track: "For You"
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Album: Everything to Everyone
Abandon hope, all ye who drive in the Greater Belfast area.
Actually she is doing quite well and has been out the odd time by herself. Who's a big grown up girl. When she went out for her first solo drive I didn't tell her mum till she was away a good half hour, and I took down their Christmas tree so I wouldn't have to worry for a time.
All worked well though, there ain't no stopping her now.
I've still not heard back from the phone folks. Damn their eyes. I keep seeing picture/video opportunities, reach for my trusty capture device only to be dissapointed when it isn't there.
Also, happy 1st Birthday young Caleb, hararya?
M
Currently listening to:
Track: "For You"
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Album: Everything to Everyone
Monday, January 08, 2007
Mobile madness...... part deux (thats french)
My lovely Nokia N93 has had a bit of a difficult few weeks, what with the turning off by itself every time I put it in my pocket. At first I thought it was my fault, but after extensive testing I've realised that I wasn't pushing the off button, or any combination of buttons that should have caused a fault.
Phones 4 u were nice enough to send the phone back for me, but they could not hand me a replacement handset to make making phone calls handy. Or any handset for that matter. (Sorry to those who know how to use the English language properly).
I'm currently relegated to a mobile phone that, and wait for it, makes phone calls. And that's it. No camera, no video, nuthin.
Well, its nice to get "back to basics", after all it was the rage at one point. The thing is I love using my camera/phone/video camera. I've enjoyed taking good resolution (but not quality) pictures and video for a while now and to suddenly have the facility taken away is a bit annoying.
Never mind, the Sony Ericsson J220i has its bonus features.... actually, it doesn't but it does work.
I've never been good at what the boys in work like to call 'change control' when it comes to phones. Out with the old and in with the new without any planning is usually order of the day. The handing of my phone back to Phones 4 u was no exception. I forgot to backup the numbers of those I hold dear before submitting the handset and so, now I'm back to square one. I've lost your number. Yes you. All of you. So if/when you text and i text back and say "who are you" please, once again, don't think I've stopped loving you in any way. Its just that I'm much better at planning this sort of thing for others, forgetting to look to my own data recovery needs.
Its 2am. I can't sleep. But I'll stop talking now.
Until next time gadget.....
M
Phones 4 u were nice enough to send the phone back for me, but they could not hand me a replacement handset to make making phone calls handy. Or any handset for that matter. (Sorry to those who know how to use the English language properly).
I'm currently relegated to a mobile phone that, and wait for it, makes phone calls. And that's it. No camera, no video, nuthin.
Well, its nice to get "back to basics", after all it was the rage at one point. The thing is I love using my camera/phone/video camera. I've enjoyed taking good resolution (but not quality) pictures and video for a while now and to suddenly have the facility taken away is a bit annoying.
Never mind, the Sony Ericsson J220i has its bonus features.... actually, it doesn't but it does work.
I've never been good at what the boys in work like to call 'change control' when it comes to phones. Out with the old and in with the new without any planning is usually order of the day. The handing of my phone back to Phones 4 u was no exception. I forgot to backup the numbers of those I hold dear before submitting the handset and so, now I'm back to square one. I've lost your number. Yes you. All of you. So if/when you text and i text back and say "who are you" please, once again, don't think I've stopped loving you in any way. Its just that I'm much better at planning this sort of thing for others, forgetting to look to my own data recovery needs.
Its 2am. I can't sleep. But I'll stop talking now.
Until next time gadget.....
M
Thursday, December 28, 2006
This post is mostly for Jim Chambers.....
Ok, so I don't update this blog as often as I would like to, or even as often as Dermo does, but there is a good reason for this.
My day is usually quite boring. If I were to tell you about everything I did every day you would read this blog even less than you do now!
For example, here is my day so far.
I woke up about 10am after a phone call. I got up, got washed, drove to Paul Fellowes' house, drove him and his brother Davy into town for a coffee or two, then met up with former boss Bob Zeller to advise him on some laptop work I'm doing for him, met Paul and friends in 'The Grill" bar on the way back to the car park (but no drinkin', i'm drivin), bought a book lon how to play the mandolin, drove home, updated my blog.
Later I'm going to a Giants game, where I will be running the show and playing the music just like I do every week. We are playing the Basingstoke Bison, if the Giants continue on their current form we shall be slaughtered. Joy.
Here are some photos I took on my travels.
I used to live here:
This is Margarita Plaza in Adelaide Street, Belfast where I shared a flat with a fella called Andy. I found out after I left that it was the biggest brothel in Belfast. Yay.
I used to work here:
Lyle-Bailie, formerly McCann-Erickson. An ad agency full of ego driven maniacs who make, among other things the road safety adverts in this country. The best and worst job I ever had. Bad because the management were awful, good because after I worked there I could work anywhere.
If you are lucky, I'll update on the Giants game later.
Bye for now,
M
My day is usually quite boring. If I were to tell you about everything I did every day you would read this blog even less than you do now!
For example, here is my day so far.
I woke up about 10am after a phone call. I got up, got washed, drove to Paul Fellowes' house, drove him and his brother Davy into town for a coffee or two, then met up with former boss Bob Zeller to advise him on some laptop work I'm doing for him, met Paul and friends in 'The Grill" bar on the way back to the car park (but no drinkin', i'm drivin), bought a book lon how to play the mandolin, drove home, updated my blog.
Later I'm going to a Giants game, where I will be running the show and playing the music just like I do every week. We are playing the Basingstoke Bison, if the Giants continue on their current form we shall be slaughtered. Joy.
Here are some photos I took on my travels.
I used to live here:
This is Margarita Plaza in Adelaide Street, Belfast where I shared a flat with a fella called Andy. I found out after I left that it was the biggest brothel in Belfast. Yay.
I used to work here:
Lyle-Bailie, formerly McCann-Erickson. An ad agency full of ego driven maniacs who make, among other things the road safety adverts in this country. The best and worst job I ever had. Bad because the management were awful, good because after I worked there I could work anywhere.
If you are lucky, I'll update on the Giants game later.
Bye for now,
M
Monday, December 25, 2006
Merry Christmas
(and happy hanukkah, good luck with those Dreidel thingies.)
I believe I can fly.....
I got lots of nice things for Christmas, but my most surprising is a flying lesson!
Look out good people of the Newtownards area, I'm gonna fly over you!
Also, anyone know how to play a mandolin?
May God bless you.
M
I believe I can fly.....
I got lots of nice things for Christmas, but my most surprising is a flying lesson!
Look out good people of the Newtownards area, I'm gonna fly over you!
Also, anyone know how to play a mandolin?
May God bless you.
M
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Christmas Spirit (24 hour party people)
I was talking to the lads in work today and we were discussing how people who are normally pretty mannerly, even cordial to strangers, the most humble characters turn into monsters at the shopping centres at Christmas.
I was in town not 5 minutes when I started realising how rude people have become.
I was standing in HMV looking at some cd's. I was in a bit of a dream world. I reached out to the shelf that was less than 2 feet away from me and several chav's decided to walk through me. They actually pushed my arm out of the way to get past.
The best one was in Abbeycentre. I was in the shop Game looking for goodies. They still have an xbox360 on display and you can play the demo's of such fun games as "Call of duty 3". I decided to have a blast. While I was standing at the console a large woman pushed me out of the way with her considerable posterior. She nearly knocked me to the floor and was now occupying the space I was in seconds previously. She was talking to the sales assistant, asking about various deals. I glared at her in wonder as to why she just pushed me out of the way but she just glared right back as if to say, "Hey, I'm shopping here, what business did you think you had standing in my way?"
I had 2 possible reactions planned out. 1. Punch this 'lady' square in the face and say "how do you like that, HUH?" 2. Sigh and just walk away. I took the second option, and here's why; I've noticed the distinct lack of any kind of Joy this year and I'm trying my damnedest to try to redress the balance.
People are so determined to get the bargain or present of choice that they don't care who they trample to get it. God has no place in this new commercialised Christmas, except to be a politically incorrect notion that your average retailer would rather forget. After all, what is Christmas about, and how long is it before we have to refer to it as something like "festive season" or "holiday season" like they do in the states. (Happy holidays!) NO! Happy Christmas, Christmas, CHRISTMAS!
Its not about the presents or how drunk you can get for a few days. Its about celebrating our Saviour's birth. Ok, its not the exact day, but its the day we choose to celebrate.
In the spirit of this season of love and forgiveness I'm biting my lip every time I get shoved into. Actually sometimes I'm apologising. My Canadian friends should be proud of that. Canada is the only country in the world that I know of that when you bump into someone they apologise!
May I encourage you to do likewise. Lets remember the reason for the season, may God bless you all.
/rant.
One last thing as I close. Marks and Spencer in Newtownabbey is now open 24 hours a day. I dropped Jo off tonight and thought I'd go in to see what kind of wierdos would be walking around there after midnight.
The food court was bunged, but I wandered upstairs to the gadget/toy part. I was the only wierdo up there. I laughed to myself about that for a second which attracted the attention of a nearby security guard. I though i'd tell him what I was thinking, but I figure he'd just think I was a wab.
Goodnight.
M.
I was in town not 5 minutes when I started realising how rude people have become.
I was standing in HMV looking at some cd's. I was in a bit of a dream world. I reached out to the shelf that was less than 2 feet away from me and several chav's decided to walk through me. They actually pushed my arm out of the way to get past.
The best one was in Abbeycentre. I was in the shop Game looking for goodies. They still have an xbox360 on display and you can play the demo's of such fun games as "Call of duty 3". I decided to have a blast. While I was standing at the console a large woman pushed me out of the way with her considerable posterior. She nearly knocked me to the floor and was now occupying the space I was in seconds previously. She was talking to the sales assistant, asking about various deals. I glared at her in wonder as to why she just pushed me out of the way but she just glared right back as if to say, "Hey, I'm shopping here, what business did you think you had standing in my way?"
I had 2 possible reactions planned out. 1. Punch this 'lady' square in the face and say "how do you like that, HUH?" 2. Sigh and just walk away. I took the second option, and here's why; I've noticed the distinct lack of any kind of Joy this year and I'm trying my damnedest to try to redress the balance.
People are so determined to get the bargain or present of choice that they don't care who they trample to get it. God has no place in this new commercialised Christmas, except to be a politically incorrect notion that your average retailer would rather forget. After all, what is Christmas about, and how long is it before we have to refer to it as something like "festive season" or "holiday season" like they do in the states. (Happy holidays!) NO! Happy Christmas, Christmas, CHRISTMAS!
Its not about the presents or how drunk you can get for a few days. Its about celebrating our Saviour's birth. Ok, its not the exact day, but its the day we choose to celebrate.
In the spirit of this season of love and forgiveness I'm biting my lip every time I get shoved into. Actually sometimes I'm apologising. My Canadian friends should be proud of that. Canada is the only country in the world that I know of that when you bump into someone they apologise!
May I encourage you to do likewise. Lets remember the reason for the season, may God bless you all.
/rant.
One last thing as I close. Marks and Spencer in Newtownabbey is now open 24 hours a day. I dropped Jo off tonight and thought I'd go in to see what kind of wierdos would be walking around there after midnight.
The food court was bunged, but I wandered upstairs to the gadget/toy part. I was the only wierdo up there. I laughed to myself about that for a second which attracted the attention of a nearby security guard. I though i'd tell him what I was thinking, but I figure he'd just think I was a wab.
Goodnight.
M.
Friday, December 15, 2006
December Blues
Its December and I should be feeling festive.
I've just got over the cold/flu and have been feeling rough since last Friday due to something I ate. The mornings and evenings are dark. I have little time to do anything besides work, study, Giants and sleep. Oh Joy.
I was fixing a server t'other day and this happened.
Oops.
I've just got over the cold/flu and have been feeling rough since last Friday due to something I ate. The mornings and evenings are dark. I have little time to do anything besides work, study, Giants and sleep. Oh Joy.
I was fixing a server t'other day and this happened.
Oops.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Of all the silly things for me to do......
Tesco Value Coffee.Every little (you throw in the bin) Helps!
It tastes like sawdust. For the good of anyone you were thinking of making it for, for the love of all that is good in the world, don't do it.
I made the mistake of buying some of this for our office thinking how bad can it really be? Let me tell you friend, real bad.
Currently listening to:
Song: When I fall
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Album: Born On a Pirate Ship
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Apparently I'm a type 2
you chose CX - your Enneagram type is TWO.
"I must help others"
Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's
needs.
How to Get Along with Me
- Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.
- Share fun times with me.
- Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus
on yours. - Let me know that I am important and special to you.
- Be gentle if you decide to criticize me.
- Reassure me that I am interesting to you.
- Reassure me often that you love me.
- Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me.
In Intimate Relationships
What I Like About Being a Two
- being able to relate easily to people and to make friends
- knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better
- being generous, caring, and warm
- being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings
- being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor
What's Hard About Being a Two
- not being able to say no
- having low self-esteem
- feeling drained from overdoing for others
- not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish
- criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should
- being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to
them - working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real
feelings
Twos as Children Often
- are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism
- try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding
- are outwardly compliant
- are popular or try to be popular with other children
- act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention
- are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted Twos), or quiet and shy
(the more introverted Twos)
Twos as Parents
- are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm
and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't) - are often playful with their children
- wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?"
"Have I caused irreparable damage?" - can become fiercely protective
Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele
The Enneagram Made Easy
Discover the 9 Types of People
Harper
SanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages
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but remember! it had only two questions!!! ;-)
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so check out, what Wikipedia says about your type...
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Monday, November 27, 2006
Happy Birthday to me
Oh good grief, 27 today.
Also, Happy Birthday to Dave Allen (no the comedian, he's dead) and Lisa.
Many happy returns, or warm jumpers depending on where you live.
Oh, check out Jo's blog for a lovely picture of me.
I'm currently at home, in bed after not feeling too well. Thought i was getting over stupid cold/flu, but i guess not. More paracetamol at table 4 please!
Also, Happy Birthday to Dave Allen (no the comedian, he's dead) and Lisa.
Many happy returns, or warm jumpers depending on where you live.
Oh, check out Jo's blog for a lovely picture of me.
I'm currently at home, in bed after not feeling too well. Thought i was getting over stupid cold/flu, but i guess not. More paracetamol at table 4 please!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Goodnight Ken Gourley......
Ken was a lovely fella.
This is an odd post, I was discussing with Dermo and Elia earlier, its always hard to say the right thing at a funeral or about the person who passed away.
In case I get it wrong, i'll borrow some words. Today Lindsay Allen was saying some really good things about Ken. For instance, he was an easy guy to like, he could disagree with you picking his words carefully not to make you angry, lastly and most importantly - all was well with his soul (even when the going got tough).
Those are some of the most important things a man can have going for him. I really hope that when I finally go that people will be able to say something similar of me.
The end of the service brought those all important words, "We do not grieve as those who have no hope". Death is not the end for us, its only the beginning.
Its an odd thing, but at a Christian funeral there is no despair. Sure, we will miss the person, sure we'll cry, but we know we'll see him again. He's fallen asleep here and woken up with God. Amen.
Goodnight Ken.
This is an odd post, I was discussing with Dermo and Elia earlier, its always hard to say the right thing at a funeral or about the person who passed away.
In case I get it wrong, i'll borrow some words. Today Lindsay Allen was saying some really good things about Ken. For instance, he was an easy guy to like, he could disagree with you picking his words carefully not to make you angry, lastly and most importantly - all was well with his soul (even when the going got tough).
Those are some of the most important things a man can have going for him. I really hope that when I finally go that people will be able to say something similar of me.
The end of the service brought those all important words, "We do not grieve as those who have no hope". Death is not the end for us, its only the beginning.
Its an odd thing, but at a Christian funeral there is no despair. Sure, we will miss the person, sure we'll cry, but we know we'll see him again. He's fallen asleep here and woken up with God. Amen.
Goodnight Ken.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Mobile madness......
MY MOBILE PHONE NUMBER HAS CHANGED. (well, it has been 10 years). I will be sending a message shortly. Please don't feel put out if you don't get a message, it does not mean i don't love you any more, it just means that I've lost your number. My other phone is beyond use, so I did lose quite a few up to date numbers.
There are two ways to get the new number:
1. The old number is still connected to a spare handset, please text to it leaving your name .
2. alternatively e-mail me and I'll sent it back.
Yes, there is a story about this one, are you sitting comfortably?
So, there I was on a friday afternoon, minding my own business setting up for the Giants game against the Basingstoke Bison when my phone rang. I was carrying a sound desk at the time and therefore was unable to answer before the answering service kicked in. I picked up my walk into more of a run, set down the apparatus and grabbed my phone from my pocket. To my intense frustration the phone's display did a criss-cross-tartan-firework-display-type-thing, and then faded to black. I've seen this before, it occurs sometimes when the phone's battery expires mid operation. Being the boy scout that I am i grabbed the phone charger from my kit and plugged it in. Nothing. I tried re-starting the phone a few times but it only got as far as the nokia logo, then the tartan fireworks again.
This day had been filled with technical difficulties. The ranged from the password for my work e-mail not being complex enough and being a little more than patronised by the help desk staff about what a 'complex password policy' was, getting a puncture in one of my car tires and my apple laptop having a bit of a seizure. I don't usually do this, but i saw red. My phone was launched across the odyssey and landed in 3 different pieces. That felt good.
Below is a 'Crimewatch' style reconstruction, using actual places (the Odyssey Arena - where is happened) as a reference!
I gathered up the phone and put it back together, tried turning it on and guess what? (this is the part where people usually say "Oh, did it work then!?") NO! i broke it more.
The screen was now not registering at all, but the keys were lighting up. Bonus.
I panicked. I've had my mobile switched on and strapped to my side constantly for the last few years, suddenly i was no longer contactable. That was an odd anxiety. I called Jo and let her know but i didn't really know anyone else's number so...
The game went on and we won, it was a fine evening, finished off with some pizza at sarah's.
The next day i went to beg forgiveness at the orange shop. This was not a pleasant experience. I will put it in script form. Here is how the conversation went between 'Orange Bimbo Girl (OBG)' and Me.
There are two ways to get the new number:
1. The old number is still connected to a spare handset, please text to it leaving your name .
2. alternatively e-mail me and I'll sent it back.
Yes, there is a story about this one, are you sitting comfortably?
So, there I was on a friday afternoon, minding my own business setting up for the Giants game against the Basingstoke Bison when my phone rang. I was carrying a sound desk at the time and therefore was unable to answer before the answering service kicked in. I picked up my walk into more of a run, set down the apparatus and grabbed my phone from my pocket. To my intense frustration the phone's display did a criss-cross-tartan-firework-display-type-thing, and then faded to black. I've seen this before, it occurs sometimes when the phone's battery expires mid operation. Being the boy scout that I am i grabbed the phone charger from my kit and plugged it in. Nothing. I tried re-starting the phone a few times but it only got as far as the nokia logo, then the tartan fireworks again.
This day had been filled with technical difficulties. The ranged from the password for my work e-mail not being complex enough and being a little more than patronised by the help desk staff about what a 'complex password policy' was, getting a puncture in one of my car tires and my apple laptop having a bit of a seizure. I don't usually do this, but i saw red. My phone was launched across the odyssey and landed in 3 different pieces. That felt good.
Below is a 'Crimewatch' style reconstruction, using actual places (the Odyssey Arena - where is happened) as a reference!
I gathered up the phone and put it back together, tried turning it on and guess what? (this is the part where people usually say "Oh, did it work then!?") NO! i broke it more.
The screen was now not registering at all, but the keys were lighting up. Bonus.
I panicked. I've had my mobile switched on and strapped to my side constantly for the last few years, suddenly i was no longer contactable. That was an odd anxiety. I called Jo and let her know but i didn't really know anyone else's number so...
The game went on and we won, it was a fine evening, finished off with some pizza at sarah's.
The next day i went to beg forgiveness at the orange shop. This was not a pleasant experience. I will put it in script form. Here is how the conversation went between 'Orange Bimbo Girl (OBG)' and Me.
ME: Um, hello......
OBG: *finishes reading article, glances up* Hi.
ME: Hi, I was wondering if you could help me, my handset is broken and I was wondering what I need to do to get another one.
OBG: *sighs* do you have insurance?
ME: I'm not sure, if i give you my number can you check?
OBG: *sighs* ok *saunters over to counter* Whats your number?
ME: (gives number)
OBG: *tappa tappa tappa, pauses* You don't have any insurance.
ME: OK..... so what are my options?
OBG: *sighs* Well you could register for emergency insurance... then you could claim the accident *starts making conversation with other bimbo*.
ME: *kinda annoyed that she's not really paying attention*I kinda need a new handset right away....
OBG: I'm not really sure what we can do....... *while half making in jokes with her other bimbo* you can buy another handset for 100 pounds.
ME: *tries to contain shock* ok, i'll get back to you then.
OBG: *didn't react continues to chat with other bimbo*
OBG: *finishes reading article, glances up* Hi.
ME: Hi, I was wondering if you could help me, my handset is broken and I was wondering what I need to do to get another one.
OBG: *sighs* do you have insurance?
ME: I'm not sure, if i give you my number can you check?
OBG: *sighs* ok *saunters over to counter* Whats your number?
ME: (gives number)
OBG: *tappa tappa tappa, pauses* You don't have any insurance.
ME: OK..... so what are my options?
OBG: *sighs* Well you could register for emergency insurance... then you could claim the accident *starts making conversation with other bimbo*.
ME: *kinda annoyed that she's not really paying attention*I kinda need a new handset right away....
OBG: I'm not really sure what we can do....... *while half making in jokes with her other bimbo* you can buy another handset for 100 pounds.
ME: *tries to contain shock* ok, i'll get back to you then.
OBG: *didn't react continues to chat with other bimbo*
I was a little furious. Not at the fact that I'd have to pay money, but just the sheer rudness and uninterested-ness of the orange staff. I've been their customer for 9/10 years.
I marched down to phones 4 you down the mall a little. In 25 minutes they offered the phone I wanted, offerred me the money to pay off my orange contract and gave me the phone for free. I got the Nokia N93, which is the first entry level mobile phone video camera. I am overly pleased with it, though it is a bit short on battery life.
Its now early in the morning. This post has gone on long enough, so in summary:
•Orange phone shop people are unhelpful and rude.
•Phones 4 u people are quite nice
•i like cake
Goodnight
M
I marched down to phones 4 you down the mall a little. In 25 minutes they offered the phone I wanted, offerred me the money to pay off my orange contract and gave me the phone for free. I got the Nokia N93, which is the first entry level mobile phone video camera. I am overly pleased with it, though it is a bit short on battery life.
Its now early in the morning. This post has gone on long enough, so in summary:
•Orange phone shop people are unhelpful and rude.
•Phones 4 u people are quite nice
•i like cake
Goodnight
M
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Aint that a kick in the head.....
The other day I was listening to some recordings a friend had put together. I was so impressed by his work it made me hugely depressed!
realisticly, I can't see myself ever recording anything that will be ground breaking, at least I don't view anything I've written to be worthy of being aired.
If I'm going to do anything good, it will rely on me being smart, funny and having something to say.
I guess I can forget it then!
In other news, Gav from work showed me this video today. It involves side splitting Supermario mischief.
realisticly, I can't see myself ever recording anything that will be ground breaking, at least I don't view anything I've written to be worthy of being aired.
If I'm going to do anything good, it will rely on me being smart, funny and having something to say.
I guess I can forget it then!
In other news, Gav from work showed me this video today. It involves side splitting Supermario mischief.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Got sidetracked in tech..
When someone is being a wab, you should tell them.
Tell them in a loud voice or maybe with a photoshop image of ridiculous-ness.
Tell them in a loud voice or maybe with a photoshop image of ridiculous-ness.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
The Road To Omey.....
Today Jo and I are heading down to the South of Ireland for a little break. We are heading to the back end of nowhere, or more specifically Omey Island off the west coast of Ireland.
The place belongs to Nathan and Alannah's folks, who converted it entirely from being a bit run down to a lovely little cottage. They are clever like that (and lovely into the bargain).
It will be fun for a whole variety of reasons, the first of which being that it is a good 5 to 7 hours drive away down the 'interesting' back roads of Southern Ireland. For those of you who 'aint from around these parts' the roads down there are pretty basic. They have improved greatly over the past 10 years on the main routes, but these are not the main routes!
The second reason is that the island is only accessible when the tide is out. The picture above shows how you drive across the sand at low tide to reach the place. The height of the tide across this sand bank apparently varies from either the sea not coming in fully at all at some times of the year to its current seven feet at high tide.
Alannah's dad has kindly written out for us the estimated high tide times to save us from being washed away. Timing is of the essence then, we must arrive in a specific time window to cross safely. Any of you who know Joanne and I will be laughing at the thought of this already.
Also, I'm taking my guitar, laptop and mixing desk. I'm determined to get a bit of inspiration to record something while I'm down there in the beautiful, basic and rugged surroundings.
I nearly gave up playing the guitar recently because I figured that if I were to write a song about any topic I'd easily be able to list you 10 songs better written. I was feeling a bit unstable and was asking myself what can I really offer the musical world? Now that I'm feeling a little steadier I've remembered that it was God who has given me the gift of being able to play. If I were to stop it would be like saying I don't appreciate the gift. I'm determined now to use it more.
In other news I've been going to tech with Gav from work to study for 4 different Microsoft exams. My motivation for this was clear. I simply remembered trying to get a job in computing after being layed off from the Belfast Giants. Since then I have gained a qualification in E-media (bit of computing, bit of web design, bit of sound and video manipulation) but that is still not good enough. I worked for the Spar for almost 2 years trying to re-motivate myself back into a proper job. That will not happen again.
All in all, with still covering the Giants on the weekend (and more), work 5 days a week and study Tuesday and Wednesday 6.30 - 9pm, makes Matty a very dull boy.
I'm off to Ireland to relax before someone finds me scaling a clock tower with a sniper rifle!
Farewell,
M
The place belongs to Nathan and Alannah's folks, who converted it entirely from being a bit run down to a lovely little cottage. They are clever like that (and lovely into the bargain).
It will be fun for a whole variety of reasons, the first of which being that it is a good 5 to 7 hours drive away down the 'interesting' back roads of Southern Ireland. For those of you who 'aint from around these parts' the roads down there are pretty basic. They have improved greatly over the past 10 years on the main routes, but these are not the main routes!
The second reason is that the island is only accessible when the tide is out. The picture above shows how you drive across the sand at low tide to reach the place. The height of the tide across this sand bank apparently varies from either the sea not coming in fully at all at some times of the year to its current seven feet at high tide.
Alannah's dad has kindly written out for us the estimated high tide times to save us from being washed away. Timing is of the essence then, we must arrive in a specific time window to cross safely. Any of you who know Joanne and I will be laughing at the thought of this already.
Also, I'm taking my guitar, laptop and mixing desk. I'm determined to get a bit of inspiration to record something while I'm down there in the beautiful, basic and rugged surroundings.
I nearly gave up playing the guitar recently because I figured that if I were to write a song about any topic I'd easily be able to list you 10 songs better written. I was feeling a bit unstable and was asking myself what can I really offer the musical world? Now that I'm feeling a little steadier I've remembered that it was God who has given me the gift of being able to play. If I were to stop it would be like saying I don't appreciate the gift. I'm determined now to use it more.
In other news I've been going to tech with Gav from work to study for 4 different Microsoft exams. My motivation for this was clear. I simply remembered trying to get a job in computing after being layed off from the Belfast Giants. Since then I have gained a qualification in E-media (bit of computing, bit of web design, bit of sound and video manipulation) but that is still not good enough. I worked for the Spar for almost 2 years trying to re-motivate myself back into a proper job. That will not happen again.
All in all, with still covering the Giants on the weekend (and more), work 5 days a week and study Tuesday and Wednesday 6.30 - 9pm, makes Matty a very dull boy.
I'm off to Ireland to relax before someone finds me scaling a clock tower with a sniper rifle!
Farewell,
M
Thursday, September 28, 2006
well...
Its coming up to 3am, and I can't sleep.
I've been off sick for a few days and today i felt well enough to go to tech.
Trouble is, cuse i'm so freakin' well rested I no can't seem to sleep.
I've read all the news articles i care to, caught up on all the tech-y web sites, blogs, live-journals etc.
Now I'm really at the bottom of the sleep inducing activity barrell. I'm backing up my MAC over my home network to a PC over remote desktop.
Whats all this chat about running xp on a mac, as if its a new thing? I've been doing it for ages, as the picture above shows.
I don't even have one of those funky intel based macs like Elia does, nope mine is a bog standard powerbook-melt-the-skin-off-your-lap-top-g4-1.25ghz.
I did put an extra gig of ram in it though, i was feeling depressed.
Now, its 2.54am, i'm off to try again.
"Goodnight england and the colonies, i'll just pop on this record of royal snoring..."
Neddy seagoon
Excerpt from "The Last Goon Show of All"
BBC Light Programme 1972
I've been off sick for a few days and today i felt well enough to go to tech.
Trouble is, cuse i'm so freakin' well rested I no can't seem to sleep.
I've read all the news articles i care to, caught up on all the tech-y web sites, blogs, live-journals etc.
Now I'm really at the bottom of the sleep inducing activity barrell. I'm backing up my MAC over my home network to a PC over remote desktop.
Whats all this chat about running xp on a mac, as if its a new thing? I've been doing it for ages, as the picture above shows.
I don't even have one of those funky intel based macs like Elia does, nope mine is a bog standard powerbook-melt-the-skin-off-your-lap-top-g4-1.25ghz.
I did put an extra gig of ram in it though, i was feeling depressed.
Now, its 2.54am, i'm off to try again.
"Goodnight england and the colonies, i'll just pop on this record of royal snoring..."
Neddy seagoon
Excerpt from "The Last Goon Show of All"
BBC Light Programme 1972
Monday, September 11, 2006
Full weekend.....
Saturday night was the Belfast Giants first game of the season in the Odyssey Arena. I was back in the driving seat keeping the show ticking over.
Even though I was panicking more that I think I've ever done, things went without a hitch. Even the new sound desk that I bought worked exactly as I hoped.
I went into Maplin to get advice on what cables to use and one of the guys told me the biggest load of rubbish. I thanked him for his advice and then asked another member of staff who was more than helpful.
The hockey match itself was a bit of a penalty filled farce. There is a new zero tolerance policy in force for penalties. As a result our underexperienced referee Mr Mike Hicks called everything from legitimate roughing to one of our guys getting his face cut open - giving the injured guy the penalty!
Joanne's review is accurate, see here.
Below is a shot of my view:
On Sunday I slept in, then met Paul and Colin for a coffee in Belfast.
It was nice to catch up with colin, after not seeing him for a long while.
Currently Listening to:
Song: America
Artist: Razorlight
Album: Razorlight
Even though I was panicking more that I think I've ever done, things went without a hitch. Even the new sound desk that I bought worked exactly as I hoped.
I went into Maplin to get advice on what cables to use and one of the guys told me the biggest load of rubbish. I thanked him for his advice and then asked another member of staff who was more than helpful.
The hockey match itself was a bit of a penalty filled farce. There is a new zero tolerance policy in force for penalties. As a result our underexperienced referee Mr Mike Hicks called everything from legitimate roughing to one of our guys getting his face cut open - giving the injured guy the penalty!
Joanne's review is accurate, see here.
Below is a shot of my view:
On Sunday I slept in, then met Paul and Colin for a coffee in Belfast.
It was nice to catch up with colin, after not seeing him for a long while.
Currently Listening to: Song: America
Artist: Razorlight
Album: Razorlight
Friday, September 08, 2006
HEUGE Spiders
Looking out the front window of our living room, i spotted this guy:
I very seldom take good pictures, but i likes this one!
I very seldom take good pictures, but i likes this one!
Thursday, September 07, 2006
ITS STARTING.....
That feeling that winter is really on the way, more than that, its really close by.
Dark evenings, leaves falling, its not cold but its getting there, listening to "Simon and Garfunkle" or "Iron and Wine".
I like winter. Lots.
Dark evenings, leaves falling, its not cold but its getting there, listening to "Simon and Garfunkle" or "Iron and Wine".
I like winter. Lots.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
What celeb do you look like 2.....
Here were some of the experiments i ran:
Firstly, the McIvors:
(I was personally really amused that I looked like Chuck Norris!)
Next Fish and Raj:
Paul Fellowes:
MORE WILL BE ADDED IN TIME, NO ONE IS SAFE!
Firstly, the McIvors:
(I was personally really amused that I looked like Chuck Norris!)Next Fish and Raj:
Paul Fellowes:
MORE WILL BE ADDED IN TIME, NO ONE IS SAFE!
Monday, September 04, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
WHAT CELEB DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
I was reading OVERCOMPENSATING the other day, which is an offshoot of one of my favorite web comics WIGU. They talked about a web site that you load a photo into and they tell you what celebrities you resemble. I thought this was just a made up daft thing, but it isn't.....
Check it out here
Check it out here
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