The Lowdown
While I was in town on Saturday evening, I saw an Irishman and an Asian man running down Westmoreland Street together, a combination of both drunk and stoned, giggling and sort of pushing each other about.
I didn't know whether to be heartened or dismayed by this.
Are we, at last, beginning to socialise normally with people from other countries? It appears that we may be corrupting them to our debaucherous ways. Hurray! I meann, Boo! Well, it's probably a good thing, except for the fact that we are turning them into loutish foreign versions of ourselves.
On the bus journey home, I demanded that K make up a story to entertain me. There was a lot of traffic and not much going on in my head. Some day, he will leave me because of such precocious demands but I LIVE IN THE NOW, MAN.
He dutifully began a story about a man who was born who was completely made of onions (see graphic from last entry, I believe I captured his essence quite nicely). Not a lot more happened in the story, as I was too busy trying to get to the bottom of how any woman could give birth to an onion baby. Imagining that it might have been some nuclear/vegetable accident creating a mutant from a previosuly normal man, I was informed, no, that he was simply born to a farmer woman.
(Oh! Of course!)
There were some obscenities then regarding farmer jizz on onion patches and the farmer wife engaging in self love, but I'll spare you those details.
Anyway, the story deteriorated somewhere around Island Bridge because, at that point, a large group of men and women with special needs climbed onto the bus wearing big reflectors on their jackets. (I think I made up an ending where the man became French onion soup which I reluctantly ate, because I don't like onion soup, but, IT IS NUTRITIOUS.) The men and women with special needs then simply related to one another in the traditionally mentally disabled way, and it was both hilarious and touching. I love handicapped people...they're just so unaware.
One of my best friends turned thirty on Saturday night so we had a bit of a gorgefest after which I felt a little dodgy. I don't think I'm entirely recovered. This is a bad state of affairs because I don't even recall drinking that much. Maybe I am deluding myself though. New bottles of wine just kept appearing. In the wee small hours, the HARDKORE types who were still there flicked through her digital channels, criticising all current music videos, and lamenting the death of Kurt Kobain. We also ate a lot of cheese. Aah, classic Saturday night entertainment.
I bought a new coat and I have nothing to say about it except that it is, quite frankly, THE BUSINESS.
My husband has recently pointed out to me the BOP phenomenon. A "BOP" for anyone who is unaware, is a chick with dyed Blonde hair, Orange make-up and Pink clothes.
DEAR LORD BUT THEY ARE EVERYWHERE.
And there's one in my philosophy class who giggles and chats during our lectures. I'd like to punch her one but I'm afraid of the smears I'd get on my knuckles.
K and I met up with two of our friends, D and J last night, and decided to go camping next weekend. HURRAY! We are going to find a lake, somewhere, and go there. Not Wicklow though, because the other three are bored of Wicklow (idiots. I can't believe I have to spend three days with them).
For now, I have to go and eat something before I toddle off to college. Today is a tough one...two lectures with only three hours between them. Think of me as you sail through your nine to five...
Posted by neuro-praxis on October 19, 2004 09:46 AM, in the category Bifidus Digestivum
You should spice up your camping weekend by drowning one of the "D and J" folks, whoever they are, in the lake.
It turns a dull weekend out camping into an exciting murder mystery!
First, you'll need an axe.
Posted by: David Barrett at October 19, 2004 10:37 AMBy the way, John Kerry may have been wearing fake tan at the first presidential debate. That's the most important thing.
Posted by: David Barrett at October 19, 2004 11:16 PMI have an axe. It just needs a little polishing.
If John Kerry wears fake tan, then does that mean that Special K isn't good for you?
Posted by: neuro at October 20, 2004 12:24 AMMaybe you should ask him? You married him; at least, the regular him, knowing that he often undergoes that transformation into the go-tard.
Posted by: David Barrett at October 20, 2004 10:28 AMNo comment.
Oh, except that I really like your new site: it's slick and soulless and very 1999 which is cool. To complete the look your title should be thus:
n e u r o s | b l o g : : :
And your headers should be like:
o c t . 2 0 : / /
Cool, wicked, gr8. Your coat is most certainly the business, or bujizzness or whatever the kids are calling it these days.
Non-shabby suits you overall, I think.
Posted by: satan*666_gurl at October 20, 2004 03:28 PMIf you were involved in the DKIT wireless network and had a less-snazzy-than-you-might-imagine PDA, you too could sit back in class, and continue to surf the web and regail us with stories on how much we should hate BOP-philosopher-girl. Alas, we must wait in a state of perpetual apathy for your next update.
Or something like that anyway.
Posted by: mr_angry at October 20, 2004 05:31 PM"Are we, at last, beginning to socialise normally with people from other countries? "
Jesus, get over yourself!
There were all these fordin people over here and only a select group of intellectuals knew how to talk to them, but now , at long last Irish people are becoming social?
Posted by: des at October 21, 2004 06:45 PM"Jesus, get over yourself!"
?
I completely don't understand what you're trying to get across to me, Des.
You sound annoyed though.
Am I misreading this?
I was referring basically to the isolation that a lot of foreigners experience here. I could tell you some interesting anecdotes regarding non-national friends of mine.
Posted by: neuro at October 21, 2004 07:34 PMWell, to be honest, you make it sound like Irish people are ignorant pigs, save for the few clever ones who dare to mingle with others.
As for being "heartened or dismayed"?
Posted by: Des at October 22, 2004 10:42 AMFrom the sounds of it the guys were having a good time, which I would think is a good thing.
To recap - THE CONTROVERSIAL PARAGRAPH:
"While I was in town on Saturday evening, I saw an Irishman and an Asian man running down Westmoreland Street together, a combination of both drunk and stoned, giggling and sort of pushing each other about.
I didn't know whether to be heartened or dismayed by this.
Are we, at last, beginning to socialise normally with people from other countries? It appears that we may be corrupting them to our debaucherous ways. Hurray! I meann, Boo! Well, it's probably a good thing, except for the fact that we are turning them into loutish foreign versions of ourselves."
I definitely don't think Irish people are ignorant pigs. I love Ireland. We do drink a lot, and get debaucherous, though, no? (Debaucherous is an amusing word.)
I also didn't imply anywhere that only clever people mix with foreign people; that's simply your inference. And it's not even something I think.
As for the heartened/dismayed comment, it was a joke. If I had said it in real life, where body language and facial expressions appear, you would have seen me smiling. I thought I had written the whole thing in a jesty tone, but obviously I got the balance wrong.
Yikes, give me a break, man.
Am I sufficiently over myself? ;)
Posted by: neuro at October 24, 2004 10:02 PMFair enough. To me, it did read like you thought Irish people do not socialise with people from other countries, I realise now that you don't.
Its nice to have your blog back on my favorites list.
des
Posted by: Des at October 25, 2004 03:13 PM