posted by Mark posted on 7th August, 2008 at 02:39 am
I had a good “Results Nightmare” last night.
Basically, I got to school in the morning to collect my exam results. We were then grouped into our classes for the Junior Cert (three years ago), but of course, because it was a dream, I thought nothing of this. So there were people around me that left school years ago.
Then my third year class tutor starts calling the registration and everyone goes up to collect their results after their name is called. Finally, he gets close to the end and I start getting very nervous (with the surname Walsh I’m always at the end). Then he calls the second last name but gives away the last envelope and starts walking out, and says “Good luck”.
I panic and shout “Sir, I didn’t get one!”
“What?”
“I never got my results!”
And then there was a frantic search to find my results, and I woke up before we ever did.
posted by Mark posted on 6th August, 2008 at 04:30 am
Kings of Leon are one of my favourite bands. I’ve liked these for ages (I actually got slagged for liking them years ago, and look at them now ya shower of bastards!).
Their fourth album, “Only By The Night” is due out in September, but of course, we get to hear some of the stuff before then. The label gave one song “Crawl” away for free download, so there’s good quality versions of that going around. Here’s a youtube video for it anyway :
Then the Kings released a video trailer for the album, which featured a song called “Use Somebody” which sounds just class, and I reckon will be a big hit. Here’s that video :
A third song has been released to radio stations etc, called “Sex on Fire”, Here’s that one, complete with an interview with Caleb (the singer) by Zane Lowe (who’s really fucking annoying, every second word out of his mouth is “man”).
Finally, the last one going around is called Manhattan, and I can only find a live version of this song, which is here :
It looks promising. Kings Of Leon release albums very quickly, they don’t seem to mess around like other bands do. Zane Lowe said they’ll have 10 albums out before we know it, and will be selling out stadiums every tour. I don’t think he’s wrong. I’ve seen them live twice, once at Oxegen 2007 and again last November.
Anyway, this post was mainly to get all the new material together in one place for any fans, as it was a pain in the arse for me browsing around trying to find what I wanted. Enjoy.
posted by Mark posted on 3rd August, 2008 at 08:06 am
Here it is, something new on the blog. I briefly mentioned this the other day, so here’s a full explanation.
I plan on doing this post early every Sunday (ideally I’d have it done before Saturday and just publish it on Sunday) and it’s basically a round-up of the past week, things I’ve noticed, found, experienced, liked and disliked. I’m still getting my head around what will be included every week, so it might be a bit all over the place to start with. Some things in this will be specific to that week (news etc), others will be personal favourite things of mine that I feel like praising (eg. There’ll be a sort of song of the week, which can be from any time).
Let’s get going then.
My abstract distraction this week is : Crash Bandicoot.
Oh yes folks, that lovable Bandicoot from the old Playstation one days. I was addicted to this game as a kid, and this week I found a way to play it on my laptop. Oh lord I had fun. The charisma of this bandicoot knows no bounds. Those weird mask things that protect you, Crash’s way of saying “Woah”, the boxes and the apples, and that nasty Neo Cortex. I fucking love Crash Bandicoot. And his sister, Coco, is sex on virtual legs. If you’ve seen her you won’t argue.
Something that made me laugh this week :
Let’s face it, intelligent graffiti is hilarious.
Curses on :
This new law stopping drink being sold after 10pm. Boo-urns to that business. Yesterday my friend was buying beer for us and got into a panic when he realised there was only 10 minutes left to get to the off-licence. This resulted in a frantic rush and rash decision making. Personally I like taking my time when buying beer, to consider important issues like alcohol percentage, price etc, and also to bask in the experience and knowledge that I’ll soon be consuming this beverage. This post by Twenty Major gives a perspective I’d never even thought about properly.
I’m pleased with :
Meteor stepping up their game again and offering free texts to all networks. Those smug O2 bastards thought they’d gotten one over on the meteorheads, with their free texts and getting The Point Depot, but how foolish you all were. I just don’t like O2. That stuff with their customers getting priority for tickets in the Point (it’ll always be the Point, I refuse to call it “The O2″ - how ridiculously shit is that name?) is so annoying. Keep concerts and music separate from that kind of stuff, thanks. I don’t want to miss out on seeing an artist I love because of my choice in phone network. Basically, nice one meteor, I knew my loyalty to you was justified. O2 and all your customers : go away.
A pointless anecdote from this week :
My sister returned from America, after travelling around some major cities there for five weeks. Lucky cow.
Her return did include a new Tommy Hilfiger shirt for me though, purchased at a fraction of what it would have cost here. American sizes are strange, that shirt is a “small”, and is even a little loose on me. I’m a tall fellow and by no means runty I’d say. What the hell would a truly small person do over there? Buy kids sizes?
Her stories made me realise how much there is to see over there, so much for one country. Ground Zero has a memorial centre, and inside there they met a man who goes there every morning (despite the $7 entry cost) as his son died in the events of 9/11. Supposedly once you’re inside there and see the list of all those that perished in on that day, it can really affect you, similar to how I’ve heard places like Auschwitz still have a depressing and eerie air about them.
The grand canyon, Vegas, Times Square - so much to see and do!
Great guy/gal of this week :
Remi Gaillard. This guy is a French prankster, and is absolutely hilarious. I saw him a few weeks ago doing some football skills (kicking balls through windows form distance etc), and only found out this week about the other stuff he does. Some of this tricks include imposter work, and one where he dresses up as a giant chicken and walks up solemnly into a place where they had a chicken being cooked, spinning around. He places a flower in front of the oven and looks sadly at it before walking off with his head bowed. There’s also hilarious things done in elevators too (Disco Elevator and Reggae Elevator). His own site is here, but those links should lead you onto more on youtube, which is handier for browsing. Remi <3
Product/Service I like this week :
Twitter. I finally set myself up an account on this microblog thing, and have gotten to grips with it. It’s handy for getting small updates on friends/fellow bloggers, and any way to network and potentially get the blog some new visitors is always good in my book. If you look in the sidebar you’ll see I’ve put a twitter thingy in there. So if you’ve got a twitter page, come follow me and if you’re worthy I may consider thinking about possibly maybe following you someday.
A quote :
(From any time, not this week, that’d be hard work) : “It is well for our vanity that we slay the criminal, for if we suffered him to live he might show us what we had gained by his crime”
-Oscar Wilde.
I’m sure Wilde will feature here a lot.
And finally,
Favourite song this week :
The Only Moment We Were Alone - by Explosions in the Sky.
I had to pick this one first, it’s one of my favourite songs/albums/bands, and I think they’re a band anyone could like. Such beautiful music, and remember I saw ‘em live?
Here’s a youtube video someone made for the song I’ve chosen :
They’re an instrumental band, but even if you’re not used to that I implore you have a little patience and give them a chance. It’s a long song but worth listening all the way through, honestly.
So that’s all I can think off for the very first Sunday Round-Up. Please let me know what you think of this idea (it’ll take you a few seconds for Christ’s sake!), and if you’ve any ideas/suggestions, do send them my way, I’d appreciate it.
posted by Mark posted on 1st August, 2008 at 02:36 pm
This is an area I tend to stay away from (complaining about the government etc) because in general I don’t know enough to make a good argument, but this is something that has been bugging me lately.
Ireland is known worldwide for being a nation of heavy drinkers. Sure I’ve just turned 18, and I’m well on my way to alcoholism. There’s a lot of problems with drink in this country, and while there are many positives to alcohol, it can really do some terrible things.
Drinking laws in Ireland don’t help the situation in my opinion. This week a law was introduced stating all off-licences had to stop selling drink by 10pm, every night. I’ll give my views on this, and feel free to entirely disagree.
This won’t make a massive difference, but still, I have to go buy my drink earlier now. Irish people (particularly young folk) seem to have this natural impulse to drink as much as possible for as long as possible. If I buy my drink earlier, I’ll just buy more than usual and start drinking earlier. As will most people. This means people are drinking earlier and drinking more. Not good.
That natural impulse is also important with another aspect of Irish drinking laws. In any club or pub, when you hear they’re about to stop serving, what happens? Everyone rushes to the bar, and will possibly buy two or more drinks and down them before having to leave. Solely to get as drunk as possible before having to leave. Everyone gets rushed out at the same time, freshly boozed up, and the fresh air hits us all together and the frenzied scavenge for a taxi/bus/burger begins. This is how fights and trouble starts. If you’re dumping everyone out at the same time, what can we expect?
I’ve heard about other European countries that have places open all night, people go in and pace themselves, and leave when they start getting a bit tired. No mad rush to get completely langered as quickly as possible and get kicked out/fall asleep and not remember anything the next day.
The attempts at being strict on alcohol in the home just give it a sort of taboo for young people. Kids reach 14/15 (they’re getting younger these days, I know) and wanna try alcohol, wanna see what it’s like to be drunk. The forbidden fruit. They gang outside the shop and find a suitable adult to “gerrus some drink mistah’ “. And they sneak off and get pissed off some 2 litre Tesco cider, don’t know about drink, can’t handle it, god knows what.Then tell everyone in school how great it is.
My parents would often offer me a glass of wine with dinner or a taste of beer when I was younger, no big deal. The benefit of this was that whenever I sipped alcohol as a child, it tasted ungodly, and this put me off for a while. There was never that whole forbidden fruit attraction to drink for me when I was younger. The first time I drank properly (I think I was sixteen), I just told my parents I was going to have a few drinks, but I’ll be sensible.
“Right so, just don’t make an eejit outta yourself”. I’ll be grand, don’t be worrying. “Alright, off with ya.” Eh, d’ya have a loan of twenty quid?
A friend of mine had the same sort of attitude to drink in the house when growing up, and it seems to have served him well.
There’s often talk about raising the legal drinking age to 21. Please don’t. Imagine the massive numbers of 18-20 year olds that wouldn’t be allowed into clubs and pubs. Would they (I) stop drinking? Not a chance. Crazy house parties please. And if not available, there’s a local field isn’t there? Raising the legal age would be a catastrophe.
The local night club in my area is known as a bit of a shit hole, and we’ve often laughed about how it turns shit as soon as you actually turn 18 and can get in on your own ID. The feeling of getting in somewhere you’re not supposed to made the place great.
Apparently the new law also has a bit about giving guards permission to take drink off underage people. Couldn’t they always do this? If not, I’d like to make a complaint and request all my confiscated cans from my past be returned to me immediately.
Is it true that in Germany the legal age is sixteen and people are allowed to drink in public? If so, how’s that working out for them? I’m not saying this would be good for Ireland, as we’d probably fuck it all up and abuse those rights completely, but it’s certainly interesting.
Apparently the price of drinks here (well over €5 a pint in some places - absolutely ridiculous) is something to do with taxes or a government attempt to discourage people from drinking. My hole. Perhaps lower the prices of non-alcoholic drinks? Let’s say I’m in a pub with friends, and I’m not in much of a mood for getting too pissed. I have the choice of a pint of beer, €5+, a pint of non-alcoholic beer €5+ (I think) or a pint of some soft drink, €5+. That’s a no brainer for me. If I’m going to spend a fiver on a beverage I might as well get a bitta’ buzz off it. If those non alcoholic drinks were significantly cheaper than the ordinary beer, then I’ll think about it. I don’t know how much of this is down to government, or how much is at the pub’s discretion, but surely something could be done there if the government really wanted to reduce alcohol intake?
Some things don’t make sense to me. Why is Guinness cheaper than other beers in pubs, but more expensive than others in can form? (There’ll probably be a very logical answer for this and oh, how foolish I’ll feel when someone tells me!).
Feel free to give your own opinions/information on all this, as I really don’t know all that much fact or reasoning behind some of the stuff mentioned here, and I have no qualms about admitting that.
Fuck this, it’s half two in the afternoon - I need a drink.
posted by Mark posted on 31st July, 2008 at 05:17 am
Right, I’ve been working on a few different things, and while I don’t want to give away everything on here, I’ll give a brief rundown of what I’ve been working on online lately.
Current Projects.
Firstly, my there’s WebDesignLucan, which, from the title and website, is quite apparent what I’m doing with that. I’ve earned some income from this, but nothing major yet. Check out the site for full info. For this I’ve ordered some new business cards which are damn good looking (I’d take a picture but my camera is currently on holidays in America with a family member at the moment). This has brought along other projects though, and I’ve already made good contacts from this.
Next, there’s my site about Andrei Arshavin. This guy has made a name for himself in the footballing world lately, so I snapped up the domains AndreiArshavin.org and .info. Currently the site is #11 in google rankings for “Andrei Arshavin” and has been rising well. I hope to get this on the front page within the next day or two (please don’t smite me oh mighty google). I’ve surprised myself with this one, it turns out my SEO skills aren’t completely awful after all. I’m praying he goes to a big club soon, which would make the site more valuable. I still have some perfecting to do on the site, so a little TLC every so often and this could be a success. Currently looking at the site burns my eyes a little bit.
Next up we have YourDebs. This site is seriously wrecking my buzz. I just can’t get any decent work done on it, and if you were to look on it now you’d see some joking things I’ve written on there in the meantime. This site has potential, but will only fulfil it if I actually put in the work, and put in the work soon. When I get this site running, I’ve going to call in some favours from friends who run related sites (I’ve three contacts in total that can definitely be of help, if I catch them on a good day and maintain my irresistible charm)
I have a plan for a similar website, relating to a certain aspect of the Leaving Cert. There is only one other site like this that I can see, and it seems that it hasn’t been updated since the stone age, so I’m excited to start buying domains for that (I’ve four in mind in total) and working on the site.
Irish sports fans will know Padraig Harrington recently won… eh, something. I saw it on the news anyway (I don’t follow golf at all) and decided to pick up the domains PadraigHarrington.org and .info. I haven’t really started working on this (have installed wordpress and found a disgusting golf theme for it) but I will soon. This man supposedly has quite a long career ahead of him, so hopefully it’ll be a decent investment.
While these sites are being developed, money can be scarce, so I’m also writing an ebook to bring in some quick cash to sustain me for a while.
I also want to begin working on WebmasterDiscounts again, as I still believe that with just a few minutes work every day, that site could do well.
These are the main things I’m working on right now, and I apologise that I’ve been quite vague with some things, but I think it’s necessary sometimes. If anyone’s interested in buying any of the domains/sites I’ve mentioned here, feel free to contact me, as some projects are getting ignored right now because I have a good bit on my plate, and I’d prefer to have a few websites running well rather than a lot of websites running like a bunch of pensioners on a hot summers day.
This blog.
As for this blog, I have some little things to do on this. Minor changes and installations, namely :
Sort a small coding issue (the previous/next entries link does not appear when browsing by category, any help appreciated if it’ll save me floundering around with code. Nerds : I know the piece of code I need, and tried putting it in single.php which I thought would solve it, but it was an epic fail).
Get myself one of these Twitter things.
Sort the pages (about, links etc).
Install some new plugins (particularly want a working “digg” plugin, anyone know of one?).
Decide on getting rid of some text links (”Featured Sites”).
Work on some free advertising (RSS directories etc).
Consider editting the “Popular Posts” thing, because the plugin has some shitty posts coming up there, and I’d like to showcase some of my favourite posts there instead.
Some work on Entrecard (consider changing this blog’s category on there, and also spend the shitload of credits I’ve built up lately).
I’m also thinking about getting a whole new theme for the blog. Currently it’s very “Make Money Online” style, and I don’t think this suits my blog anymore.
And some exciting news about the blog! I’m introducing a new regular post which will appear every Sunday. The idea is nothing crazy, but I think it’s quite unique, and it’ll have that typical lovable Walsho spin on it anyway. I’m excited about this, as it’ll be an easy enough post to do each week, but hopefully it’ll be fun too, and I’m interested to see the site stats when people know there’ll be a new posts every Sunday. Be sure too check it out and tell me what you think.
I’m happy with the blog lately, more and more often I’m getting compliments on it (many of which aren’t from myself OR my mother), and I’m getting a lot more comments recently too. I’ve gotten into the habit of replying to every comment on here, so do leave a comment for me
That’s all I can think of that’s worth mentioning, so I bid thee a fond farewell dear reader (this post is nowexactlyonethousandwordswhichIcouldn’tresistsoperhapsI’matadOCD).
posted by Mark posted on 28th July, 2008 at 05:07 am
It’s been ten or eleven days since my last post, and I believe my absence has sent shockwaves through the blogosphere. All men wondering where their idol and hero has gone to. All women wondering where their pin-up and ideal man is. Global media has descended into what can only be described as a frenzy.
Basically, today I had two people ask me what I was at and why I hadn’t been making my futile attempts at blogging on here. So, what have I been doing?
Meh, not much. Relaxin’. Drinkin’. Browsin’.
Seriously, what the hell have I been doing? How is the second month of summer nearly over? Why am I such a waster?
My sleep pattern is still completely fucked, but I’ve decided to stop fighting this and try to embrace my nocturnism (Hell, it’s quarter to five in the morning now and I’m not at all tired). I’m in good company with the owls and vampires. Who needs functioning society with their timekeeping busybodies? Not me.
I am, however, going to take some steps to get me working in a more productive manner. I’ve got a lot of web work on my plate at the minute, and I’m crawling through it, rather than sprinting majestically like I had planned. Tomorrow I’m going to introduce some sort of schedule for the week and stick to it. There will be a full update on what I’m doing with my websites soon.
Leaving cert results are looming, which I find terrifying. All I can envision at the moment is me opening my results and not being able to stop my face dropping as I see results far below what I’m capable of. I can really imagine the gut-wrenching disappointment, and that’s what worries me. I’m aware that worrying is pointless, but I don’t really have a choice here, I can’t help it. The only solution to this worry is beer. Alcohol will clog the worried pores in my body.
Sadly I’m cutting down on drink because it’s all those drunken nights out and hungover mornings that are causing my productivity to suffer. I also have the feeling that if my liver were a person she’d be giving me the cold shoulder right now for being so selfish and inconsiderate, and also for checking out the liver on the girl across the road. My liver is a jealous lover, you see.
Lately I’ve actually been feeling a bit compassionate, and have been wanting to do a little charity work. I’ve sent off a form online, and emailed another company, but haven’t heard anything back yet. If anyone has any ideas on how I could start being a do-gooder, please let me know. Sometimes I do actually feel a bit guilty and selfish, sitting at home on my laptop, listening to music on my ipod and eating caviar, feet resting on the backs of loyal servants, being ridiculously good looking all the while.
A business-related post will be up next. I know that sort of thing bores some readers, but it’s an important part of my day-to-day life, so I feel it’s appropriate to update on it now and again. Oui?
Anyway, I’m off, I’ve got forums to waste time on. Goodbike
posted by Mark posted on 17th July, 2008 at 12:01 am
I think putting a Shakespeare quote for a title is always good whenever possible.
Last night I had some very strange dreams. Three in total. For once I actually remember them and I feel obliged to tell you dear readers about them. The first two are nothing too weird but the last one was a bit epic, in my opinion.
So, dream #1. I got my Leaving Cert results. I did very well, far better than I expected. I got an A3 in English. For anyone who’s unfamiliar with the Leaving Cert grading system, there is no A3 grade. So then I was talking to my English teacher about my results, she was delighted at how well I did. I then told her I was disappointed at only getting an A3. She laughed. I also did quite well in Religion, which I didn’t even do for my Leaving Cert. So that was fun.
Dream #2. The back story to this dream is that in my back garden these (presumably stray) cats come around every day and lounge around on the roof of my shed, and sometimes skulk around the garden. I fucking love them, mainly because of how much I love lolcats, but also because they always look stoned or something. These ones lay on my shed, catching some rays, smoking a joint or two, and when they see me in the garden they just glance at me and look away again, as if to say “Fuck right off mayne, this here’s mah turf”.
But in this dream there was stray dog wandering around my garden. A puppy, actually. An adorable little thing he was. But while he looked no more than a few weeks old, he was trained perfectly. Rolling over, jumping up when asked, barking on call, even giving us the paw. So obviously I’m dying to keep him, but the rest of the family are wary. Then we hear a scratching at the back door. We open it and there’s a larger version of the puppy we found. The puppy walks out to his mother/father and out they go. That bastard puppy broke my subconscious heart.
Dream #3. This one is good. First thing I remember is being in a line of people, and seeing a few faces I recognised, but most were strangers to me. Then, none other than Adolf fucking Hitler steps up and is picking people out and giving them instructions. He picks me out, examines me, determines my fine physical condition is up to scratch and sends me off to a group of people. There I’m asked about my shoes. I look down and see the most ridiculous shoes on me. They were pure white, leather, and with pointed toes.
So I start chatting with some of the lads, and then we get told to shut up by an officer, who is infact a former history teacher of mine, female, who left my school two years ago, and I haven’t seen her since. In real life, she was very opinionated on things like human rights, and always doing charity work and all that. She tells us we have to get onto a bus. I ask how long the journey will be, as I desperately need to take a whizz. She says “Ah not long at all. No more than seven hours”. We laugh and say seven hours is a long time, so I go to take a whizz in some nearby bushes, being the gentleman that I am. During urination, the ground starts moving and I accidently piss on some poor lad standing near me. He didn’t notice though
So we get to our destination, which happens to be in my mate’s front garden, about seven houses down from my own house. So Adolf is giving us some instructions, and I realise, “Fucking hell, I’m not a Nazi, and I know how this whole thing ends up. Screw this”. I hop over the wall and start taking the piss out of Hitler and his views, making loads of juvenile jokes, and he’s getting infuriated, and tells me to go back (where I’ll be shot). My mate decides to give me some way to defend myself, and throws me a weapon. You’d think since we were in the army at this stage I’d have been thrown a gun. Nope. A knife? No chance. A sword?! Not today sweetheart.
He threw me a scissors. A battered old scissors. I somehow caught the weapon and started going back, until I saw my friend being berated by Hitler, and told to leave also. He starts taking the piss too, and gets chased by old Adolf. I realise he’s in trouble, but luckily there was another weapon on the ground beside me to throw to him. Another scissors. So now the two of us are armed with scissors, and running away from Adolf Hitler. He chases us around the corner, and we manage to lose him, and begin making plans to somehow escape the country. Then a bomb siren goes off. A fucking bomb siren. We look at each other in a “What are the odds?” way and being running.
And then I woke up. An interesting dream to say the least. The irony of that history teacher being a Nazi officer was brilliant. I also think this dream may have something to do with me having watched the film American History X the other day, but still, it’s a pretty fucking weird dream.
In one night I experienced great academic success, rejection from a newly found canine friend, and rebellion from the Nazi party. Not bad for a couple of hours.
posted by Mark posted on 13th July, 2008 at 08:03 am
Seriously. My sleep pattern has been ridiculous lately. And to worsen matters, I haven’t even been posting on here.
As I type this, it is nearly 7am, and I still haven’t gone to sleep. At about 5am I sort of hit a crossroads, and as good old Bobby Frost would say (well, if he wasn’t suffering from a mild case of death), I took the one less travelled by. It was either go to bed then, or stay up all night. I chose the latter, but there is a method to this madness, I assure you.
I hope to stay up all night tonight, drag myself through tomorrow (it’s only a Sunday anyway sure, all anyone ever does on a Sunday is have dinner) and then go to bed/collapse into an exhausted heap at a reasonable hour, thus getting me back into a healthy, normal sleep pattern.
Yes, I know what you’re all thinking. Behind your shocked faces lie thoughts of my madness and amazement at my utterly revolutionary handling of life’s problems. Well yes, perhaps I am something of a maverick. Perhaps I am someone to be revered and and rewarded.
I’ve always been quite a nocturnal creature. The night is much calmer than its brighter brother, and there’s less people around, which is always nice, because people are bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling. I always prefer doing things at night if it’s possible. With a 24-hour Tesco just minutes away from me, I’m sorted. You see, going out to the shops during the day has three possible outcomes for me. In order of likelihood :
1. I go out, a hungover mess, unshaven, voice weary, legs wearier, shoes still wet with rainwater from the gruelling walk home the previous night, and my only comfort being the ipod and music being pumped into my ears. Then it happens. You step out the door and there’s yer wan/man from down the road.
“Ah how’re ya? [response] Yeah not too bad. [response] How was the weekend/summer/exams/Christmas/orgy/other night? [response] Ah good stuff. Anyway, I’ll let ya go/I’ve gotta run, talk to ya again. [response]
Now, I’m all for a bit of conversation, but I hate that bit where you say you’re going. It feels a bit awkward and rude or something.
So then, I stick in the earphones and get on my merry little way. Then you see someone across the road. Shit, do they see me? I don’t wanna wave and look like a dope if they don’t wave back because they haven’t seen me. Don’t wanna be impolite either though. Then they look up and make the eye contact. Grand. Balls, at what point do I actually wave? Just as he/she’s directly across from me? Nah, a little before then. But what if I wave too soon? Why aren’t there fucking rules for this crap? Screw it, I’ll just do my salute-style wave thing.
And afterwards I feel like a tool for overthinking things. Until I see someone I know walking towards me, this time on the same path as me. Christ. Do I take out my earphones? For fuck’s sake, this is the best part of the song. Better take out the earphones anyway, don’t want the chap thinking I’m being rude or anything.
Then they give you a nod and smile and keep walking. You little bastard. Leave me here looking like a knob with my earphones out, for a nod? This is a travesty, a bloody disgrace. I missed my favourite part of that song so I could perk my ears up and listen to you nodding at me?
Maybe I insulted him while in a drunken stupor. Was he there last night actually? Shit, and me still wearing the same jeans. Feck it.
Who can I expect to meet on my way back? Considering I’m probably looking a bit worse for wear, it’s bound to be the “every female Mark Walsh has ever had feelings of a sexual nature towards” club.“How’re ya girls? No I haven’t been drinking, I just reek of beer from last night. No, I haven’t been living rough, I’m just a bit tired. Yes, I will stop staring.”
I shan’t go into the experience in the shop itself, that might be material for an entirely separate rant. And let’s not forget the possibility of meeting a young couple on the way.
2. The second type of shopping experience is when I go out, a clean shaven, freshly clothed, respectable young gent, in a sociable mood with plenty of time for small talk. And who do I bump into on my travels? Nobody. Not a soul. Jesus, where is everyone? Not even a bit of interaction at the tills, because of those new self service thingies. Shouldn’t have bothered putting that feckin’ shite in my hair and putting on the cleaner-but-less-comfortable shoes.
3. The final shopping experience is when I go out in a similar state to number 2, but this time I bump into many friends and acquaintances, enjoy some friendly banter and a chat with all. Get beeped at by some friends in cars passing by, and generally feel like the man. “Christ, I really know a lot of people”. Those ones rock.
Here’s a graph/chart to represent the above information.
See that? Visual aids ‘n all.
Apologies this substandard post comes nearly a week after my last one, but in fairness, that last one went down pretty well, so I didn’t mind leaving it there for a bit longer before the inevitable let down that was to follow.
I also want some opinions. This blog originally started as my “make money online” diary, but I don’t think many people enjoy reading about that very much, do you? I was thinking of setting a certain day of the week and posting about my online money making efforts on that day and that day only. But would that work? And what day should I pick? Or how about two days? I would appreciate some opinions/feedback.
posted by Mark posted on 6th July, 2008 at 11:35 pm
I’m writing this at 5am, and don’t feel a bit tired. Methinks it’s time to vent a little.
Ah, young love.
Great isn’t it?
Well, how young?
Lately, every time I turn a corner I see some disgusting young couple getting up to their lovey dovey crap in broad daylight. In front of old ladies and priests, probably. And when I say young, I mean feckin’ young! The smell of placenta still rife off them.
When I was a lad we played football with jumpers for goalposts as kids. Gone are those days. Now they’re off kissing and smooching, him sticking his whatsit up her bajingo around the corner from the chipper. Some Fred Perry clad yun’ fella with glasses half the size of his head wearin’ the face off yer wan in her bright orange tracksuit and way too much fake gold jewellery after a shower in cheap perfume.
Jaysus, can’t I go for a walk without needing a puke? In a few years these kids will be the ones trying to intimidate me into buying alcohol for them, I know it. Well I’ve only been an adult in the eyes of the law for two months, and already I don’t like the whippersnappers of today.
And when you turn the corner and accidently interrupt their intimate little loveshack, you get the look. The look that says they’re calling you a selfish prick for being so rude and using the public paths. Well I never.
If they were just holding hands and keeping it PG I’d have no problem, but it’s the whole ‘eating each other’s face off while practically gyrating in my face’ thing that gets to me. Get a room, or a secluded area, or a feckin’ ditch for Christ’s sake, I just don’t want to have to carefully brush past your skinny little pre-teen ass on my way to the shop.
So, young couples. I blame you for ruining my peaceful ramblings around my area. I blame you for all the underage parents. I blame you that the economy is going into recession. I blame you that I can’t sleep tonight and it’s now bright outside. I blame you that my hair is all fluffy because I washed it earlier (actually I’ve quite grown to like it this way, so will rethink this one). I blame you for every misfortune I’ve ever encountered. It’s all your fault.
You are disgusting. You sicken me. You’re not cute or adorable, you are vile. Your relationship won’t last, and will wither and die within a matter of weeks. Then what will you do without your “bbz 4eva xxx”? There is no hope, all is lost.
posted by Mark posted on 29th June, 2008 at 05:49 pm
I’ve been mentioning lately that I’m back in the Internet Entrepreneur mode, but haven’t yet given details. So, here we go.
Over the past week I’ve been developing CleanseAcne.com, editing the site and writing content for it (which involved quite a bit of research). The articles on there total up about 1,200 words, so I wasn’t exactly lazy. Anyway, I sold the site last night for $80, which I was happy enough with. There were some people bidding who seemed very keen, and I have two people wanting me to let them know if the sale collapses for some reason, so I must have done something right!
Next up, an old website - GuideToWordpress.com, which was a collaboration between myself and Smemon. Admittedly I did very little work on this project (basically I let him use the domain which I owned), so when we completed the sale for $75, there was a split of 80/20 in his favour - a perfectly fair arrangement in my eyes.
Add to this $10 for a link sale (on here) and ~$7 from TNX links, and I’m around $100 on the first full week back. Not too shabby.
I’ve also been working on the sale of ImgSlut.com, which should have sold to someone who offered $40 just for the domain. He has not been online since though, and I’m starting to get tired of waiting.
I also picked up the domains AndreiArshavin.org and AndreiArsashavin.info. This guy is a Russian footballer who has lit up the Euro 2008 competition, and a few big name clubs are rumoured to be after him. Because I’m so lazy, I’d like to just sell the domains for a small profit, but may have to put a website up and sell for slightly more. Time will tell, I’m in no rush. If he moves to a large club then the value of these domains could rise significantly, so I shouldn’t be hasty.
I have a main project that I’m trying to get going, but it’s proving difficult to get off the ground. I’m keeping this to myself right now, but it’s nothing too new at all.
In the meantime I’m going to keep trying to clear my server and sell off some of the 20 or so domains I own. Does anyone want a really terrible domain & adsense website for free? It’s ‘goinghairless.info’, and cost me shit all to make, and I’m sick of having so many domains lying around idle, so if anyone wants it, leave a comment and it’s yours.
So, things are getting going again. Small money at the moment, but that’s to be expected. By the by, did anyone happen to notice who’d purchased an Entrecard ad on this blog yesterday? The big dog, that’s who.
