In the old days, the secret language of homosexuality snuck into the stage acts and elicited laughter from people who had, for the most part, little notion of the implications of the terms. In the modern era, we’ve seen the same thing as lolcats and other memes have surfaced from the darkest pits of the [...]
Don’t write like this guy. Me? I’m in NaTheWriMo. It’s like, no fun.
Right, imagine for a moment that I spend a great deal of my day stuck behind six feet of monitors doing mystic black art reservoir engineering. My coworkers have visitors and long phone conversations, thus I have some very fine sound-blocking earphones and an iPod that is approaching brushed steel effect through wear.
Here’s a quick list of the things I did, places I went, things to recommend and so on that I wrote for a friend who’s going there and I thought – gee, people might find this useful so here:
For the question’s been raised – “Does the ‘real’ Ireland still exist?” in a rather long article that makes me suspect Bord Failte has a man on the inside at the NY Times…