Mar. 2nd, 2009 11:08 am
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I think I'll opt to recapitulate months once they've ended. Then, at least I can say that I've posted something. :D

So. February. )
youngraven: Shaz and myself fling one another into the sea (Bonnie swans)
In fact, I'm sure that today is the birthday of many people - but there's only one that I really care about: my fantastic cousin, [profile] brittlepoetry . Today, she is a wise and fabulous 22, and in honour of that I will now post the ending screen in a Flash Experiment. Enjoy.

Cut, 'cos I know it's big. )  

I tried to convert this to an animated gif, but somehow it Did Not Work. So. The text of the gif is as follows:

And to think that ten short years ago, I tried to sacrifice you to the Ocean Gods.

The photo was shot by my uncle (her father) at Corona del Mar round ten years ago. Her hair still is that colour, yes. :D
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Happy happy birthday to my sweetie, [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes. I hope you've had a lovely day.
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...with giving myself a list of topics is that at the time, I'd a clear notion of what I might write about.

Pause for brief, silent lecture against the evils of procrastination.

Ha, I say that, but it really only takes a few moments for me to lose my point on days when my brain has got holes in. At any rate, I'd had something entirely other planned for the previous entry - something that might have even skirted the edges of public introspection (shockhorror). So much for that, eh?

I'll talk about the soiree instead.

Yes, there was one, and yes it was grand. I'll admit to being a bit tired and a bit subdued that night, and then I'll blame that on the steady march of time. By half-eleven that night, I longed to make my exit and crawl into my bed. I think I managed that at last at half three in the morning. I remained remarkably sober, so that goes to show you that it's possible. I don't piss my brains out every time we have a do at Orion Rising.

Pauses to gloat for a moment.

My mates are of the opinion that I do often render myself paralytic, and thus I was given no fewer than six bottles of whiskey as gifts (five bottles of the Black Bush, and one of the Clontarf Single Malt). So, you can imagine my aggravation when, upon waking the next morning, I had five bottles of whiskey. Five. I counted. Now then, had it been that a group of people had taken it upon themselves to open said bottle and put it away amongst the lot of them, sure that would have been no trouble at all - it's why it's there. Only I'd have discovered the remains of that the next day (well, unless the poor bastard was so much in his cups that he buried the evidence in the back garden - I suppose if a still sprouts in the next few months, I'll know that this has what has occurred. Have I mentioned that plants hate me?).

Sure, I had it to spare - this isn't about gluttony at all, rather it's about asking me before collecting up something that was given to me and taking it off home. I'd not have said 'no', only I wasn't given the chance to consider it - and now I'm left to wonder who of them I shouldn't be trusting. Orgh. It's a small thing, really, and I know it.

On a mostly unrelated topic, if you find you've nowhere at all to be on the 11th from 3.00pm until 6.00pm, then you can come and gawk at me at Trinity Hall. I promise I'll not lob a cipín at you (not intentionally, at any rate).

Boo, &c.

Oct. 31st, 2006 12:44 pm
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I'm currently still slogging thro' my O'Flaherty post (it's long, I'll warn you now), but I thought I'd make a quick post to say:

Happy Hallowe'en, Samhain, End of October, Tuesday, &c.
Breithlá sona a [livejournal.com profile] darthcynthia!!!

Many happy returns.

Peace out, slán go foill, and mind the gap ('cos there's beasties in there),
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Today is [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes's birthday, and in honour of this auspicious occasion, we made him to eat raw fish and drink rice wine.

'Cos that's the sort of nefarious scheme that his mates and I are wont to pull.

Raw fish.
Rice wine.
The banging of a gong.

Well, we could have all of us done without the gong-banging, but nonetheless it was a lovely evening.

I think I shall explode now. Boom.

[livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes's list-o-booty:

So...what did he get, you might be wondering.
Well, he was fed within an inch of his life today. Seriously. I woke him this morning (he spent the day working on his motorbike) and fed him, and then I asked him out to lunch (and fed him), and then [livejournal.com profile] typsygypsy, [livejournal.com profile] toarthos, and some of our mates from seisiun met us for sushi (and fed him). So he shouldn't want feeding again for another week or so (it's a snake joke - he was born in the year of the snake). Aside from being dined to death, he also received:
The Art of War - Sun Tzu
A book of guitar modes
A book on drinking (slainte) (from [livejournal.com profile] typsygypsy and [livejournal.com profile] toarthos)
A lovely chardonnay
Axis & Allies

So, we'll be re-enacting WWII in Margaret Murphy's very soon, I imagine.
Ha. Ireland was neutral.
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many happy returns[personal profile] chimera!!!

Go dté tú an céad. :)


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