Territorial sneezing
I decided to stay in Limerick an extra night and come back to Dublin this morning and it was a stroke of genius (or at least it could be considered a stroke of genius by most common and garden variety mushrooms, if they were up for much considering). Still- it was pretty good, making allowances for the soul destroying stopover at Limerick Junction (no 5 on the list of most miserable places on the planet) at 6.20am. Waiting for a train that was late (they're always late, this is especially true if the train is coming from Cork, I don't why and I don't want to be accused of Corkism, but always bloody late.....and its the type of late that is late enough to annoy you but not late enough to make you want to complain.... to people in authority at least.)
However I did manage to figure out how to keep a seat all to myself, by muttering inchoherently at any sound beyond a polite whisper and depositing lots of tissue in my immediate vicinity. This seemed to work on all but the bravest of Travellers.
Pleased with the weekend, I got activities out of the way during the week (went to see play called Bonfire in Dublin...once I worked out how to see the stage from behind the woman with the ENORMOUS head, it was pretty great - the play - not the head, people with heads like that have no business getting perms) and soo the weekend was given over to Shane's birthday celebrations and subsequent recoveries, oh and holiday booking, yay Paree!! And I also finally undertook the hazardous n perilous expedition, risking life and sanity to bring forth light n garments (I finally sorted out the mess of clothes I've left in s's room ).
By the way sis, if by any chance you happen to read this, Congratulations!! And warn Mom that Dad's been redecorating.
However I did manage to figure out how to keep a seat all to myself, by muttering inchoherently at any sound beyond a polite whisper and depositing lots of tissue in my immediate vicinity. This seemed to work on all but the bravest of Travellers.
Pleased with the weekend, I got activities out of the way during the week (went to see play called Bonfire in Dublin...once I worked out how to see the stage from behind the woman with the ENORMOUS head, it was pretty great - the play - not the head, people with heads like that have no business getting perms) and soo the weekend was given over to Shane's birthday celebrations and subsequent recoveries, oh and holiday booking, yay Paree!! And I also finally undertook the hazardous n perilous expedition, risking life and sanity to bring forth light n garments (I finally sorted out the mess of clothes I've left in s's room ).
By the way sis, if by any chance you happen to read this, Congratulations!! And warn Mom that Dad's been redecorating.
posted by Archi | 9:05 AM
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Fear the gods of internet connectivity! For they may be fickle and retract network access on a whim. This is most especially true when the network deities are relying on the airwaves to relay their divine packets. and the dreaded windows TCP/IP stack to receive them.
Luckily, when the moon and stars are in the correct alignment, complicated ritual balancing acts are performed with antennae, and mystical incantations are intoned (workyoufucker, workyoufucker, workyoufucker), the Gods choose to smile benevolently on the hapless packet-seeker and grant him a glimpse at the paradise beyond the local area network. A world filled with the wonders of Google, YouTube and Blogger.
...so anyway, I got the wireless thingy in my house working again and I'm feeling enormously pleased with myself (can you tell?).
I take issue with your description of Limerick junction as the 5th most miserable place on the planet. There are many locations in Dublin which would fill the first 10 places on that list with ease. However, they don't share Limerick Junction's climatic peculiarites. Where it's always damp and cold, even on the sunniest of days. I suppose, you could add to that the curious temporal distortions that occur at the Junction, which make time appear to pass much more slowly than conventional physics would otherwise predict. I am currently working on a theory, based on quantum mechanics, which proposes that all CIE trains violate Einstein's special theory of relativity on a regular basis. And in doing so, each creates a bow-wave of quantum uncertainty before it, affecting the perceived time at all stations along a particular route. Using Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and a lot of hand waving, this theory will explain why you can either know how late a train is going to be, or the reason it is going to be late...but never both at the same time.
Further exploration of temporal frames of reference vis-a-vis the passengers on the train and their perception of the nature of the space-time continuum is left as an exercise for the reader.
Also, you might want to fiddle with the time/date settings on your blog, since it currently believes you are somewhere on the East coast of the US. Although, given the forgoing discussion on trains and temporal anomalies, CIE may have actually deposited you in New Jersey or sent you 10 hours back through time.
Come to think of it, that would be really handy. You could leave Limerick on a Monday morning and arrive in Dublin on Sunday night...
hmmmm ... all this use of pseudonyms is making me rethink my own blogger identity ... what I need in my life is more furtiveness ... those pesky days of accountability are over! Praise be ...
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