So we got these leittle salt and pepper shakers which I plan to put in all sorts of hilarious and endearing positions, hopefully learning how to light static situations in the process.
Here’s the first. I should probably think of a witty name to do with the fact that they are seperated by a window. ut it’s late and I’m tired
Just wanted to throw this in as well, it’s one of my favourites I’ve taken so far. My dad amusing his grandson.
Hey all, I have been not surfing or shooting for the past week, but that doesn’t mean an end to fun times.
First off is some reminiscing with Zig & Zag, I’m definitely getting the DVD.
Here’s the video to Them Girls, and something I hadn’t seen before Zig & Zag covering The Beasties Boy’s Sabotage as Elvis. There’s loads more stuff on youtube.
The there is the new Star Trek trailer to get excited about, it looks bloody awesome.
In more movie news we watched Zack and Miri Make a Porno the other night, way over the top with ridiculously crude language and crazy amounts of boobs and balls, but kinda funny. I guess I just like Kevin Smith’s stuff anyway.
Hopefully will get around to sticking some shots up before the end of the week.
Thanks to everyone who’s been in touch about the magazine. Cheers.
Sorry for the break in transmission, been pretty hectic at work.
Here’s a few from last weekend.
Myself and my lady as Richie and Margot Tenebaum
Couldn’t believe it when I got there and there was another Richie Tenebaum, and he had a real beard, and he ended up winning the prize for best costume. grrr.
I did manage to make my costume into Horatio from CSI Miami and a pimp during the night though. Fun.
Poisin Ivy with sparkler
Stormtrooper and Sparkler Rifle
Garry has an amazing talent for remembering where things are in space, managed to go over this a few times while writing it. I definitely would have madea mess of it, look closely and you can see individual sparks and Garry’s face.
Garry had a load of people fooled with is old man costume, very realistic in bad light.
Old man on the back porch
Group Pic
You stay classy
John Hurt & Smoking Chest Burster
Not standard Roman issue?
Batman unmasked by a girly sailor?
Emo
Heaps more photos at http://picasaweb.google.com/paudiescanlon/Halloween08#
PS why is picasa so stupid that even though I have Google Chrome installed it still uses IE to upload to the web?
Oh yeah, didn’t get any shots at all yesterday, didn’t even pull the camera out of the bag.
Nothing happening in town so I headed out towards the skatepark in Ballincollig.
Nothing much happening there except a load of kids hanging out smoking and drinking.
Had to stop a fight between a big twelve year old and a small ten year old.
They were getting in the way of my skating.
Sorry couldn’t think of a relevant title for the post.
It’s funny the smugness I feel while recycling. Even though I have no idea how well any of the stuff is recycled.
I’ve done my bit so I feel happy.
Moron.
My nose is still at me so that injection isn’t a miracle cure 
This is the reason I failed my NCT, now I just have to remember to book a re-test.
This week I have been mostly listening to …. Old Songs.
I love listening back on music I grew up with.
Obviously not all of it, take a bow and get out Linkin Park and Limp Bizkit.
But for the most part myself and my friends grew up listening to some pretty good music. I was just listening to a Placebo mix on the way in this morning and they flippin’ rock. They are so so good.
Also Weezer’s Green Album is awsome, so catchy and sing-along-able.
Maybe it’s because we were playing music ourselves that we listened to good stuff, I dunno.
We used have the funniest conversations about who got who into this band or that band.
Ah good times.
Here’s one of Dryad’s Saddle, a.k.a my good mates Garry Carroll and Alan Fitzgerald.
Randomly went to a Beavers day out on Saturday, I had thought we were just going to say hi to my lady’s sister and kids but it turned into a “Big day out”.
The Beavers were on a camping trip in a forest about two miles from their house. There were loads of activities set up in the forest includingd a zip line. I had heard about it before I got there and though it would be a tame little run for a few metres.
Turns out it’s about 50m long with a 10m drop.
I was initally just taking shots of the kids doing it, trying to get some good panning shots (which is very hard with a wide lens), but I couldn’t just stand there the whole day, eventually one of the leaders asks do I want a go?
Does the pope shit in the woods?
Of course I couldn’t trust my camera in anyone elses hands so I took it with me.
The shot could have been better but I had already jumped in front of a load of kids queuing up and I’m not that mean that I’d do it again.
Here’s the result. I look a little cross eyed for some reason.
SKELLOW (adj.) Descriptive of the satisfaction experienced when looking at a really good dry-stone wall.
This comes from The Meaning of Liff. I have realised that there are only a few people who will truly appreciate this word, those who have been fortunate enough to try and build a dry-stone wall.
I’ve never had experience building one for a useful purpose (except once an a remote island off the coast of Ireland, actually make that twice*).
of my experince stems from being a kid building fortresses on the beach. Fair enought they were mostly made of sand, but sandcastles these were not.
For many years I have been tempted to get a group of frineds together and recreate this joyous past-time, but I always seem to forget when I’m at the beach.
The Fortress consisted of the central castle, this was basically a deep hole. All of the sand excavated was then used to build a circular wall, the wall was reinforced with stones that we thought would be suitable (or that we were able to carry).
Hence I know the heartbreak of trying to construct a well built dry-stone wall (even if it became a wet one).
Outside of this we would dig a moat surround our castle again using the excess sand in another wall. Depending on time constraints (how long mum wanted to wait) we would build another two moats/walls, the last one usually only went half way around, either because we got tired or the tide came in.
The object of the game (besides getting sandy and having fun) was to see how long we could withstand the oncoming tide. My great plan of being stuck on a little island in the middle of the beach never came to fruition though. Perhaps that was best for all. A young child surrounded by waves and deep water isn’t the most comfortable position for a parent. (Obviously this was in my pre-surfing days.)
*Both times I was trying to shield myself from a sudden squall/keep warm.
0530: Too early, probably still drunk, nauseous. Set alarm go back to sleep.
0715: Need to pee, get up, stumble, flush, back to bed.
0720-0745: Doze fitfully.
0745: Had enough, time for adventure.
Walk to the shop, by credit and chewing gum, forgot to brush my teeth again, tends to happen a lot in Lahinch, should be more organised. Follow Garry’s lead, toothbrush in pocket.
Top-up
Walk.
Thumb.
First car, no luck. Seconds later a lift!
“Hi thanks a million, where are you going to?”
“Oh I’m going to Shannon this morning”
“You’re joking, that’s where I need to get to”
“Well, I’ll be glad to have the company, I’m Catherine”
“I’m Paudie, good to meet you”
“So what are you doing out on the road this early?” she says, obviously not smelling the liquor (things are looking good).
“Well actually, I’m trying to get back to Shannon to pick up a spare key for my car. Mine got locked in last night. I always lock the door by holding the handle up, and I’m always trying to force myself not to do it, but I never stop. As soon as the door had closed I knew the keys were still in the ignition.”
I had just gotten into the car to take out my wallet because we were at a friends party and he had a bouncy castle and I didn’t want to have the wallet in my pocket. There was actually a small crack in one of the rear windows. I went looking for help and within five minutes there was at least fifteen guys all peering into the car as we all tried to have a go with the hanger. The plan was to hook the window winder and open the window further so we could get an arm in. Solid Plan.
We all watched as Ruben successfully got the hanger around the winder and gently started to pull, yes it’s working, it’s moving. Oh hang on that was the wrong way, now the windows closed even more. Bugger.
Fear not, there is a spare key at my parents place in Shannon, and Cian and Marie will be driving past later tonight.
So I called my sister to leave the key under the mat, then called Marie asking her to pick the key up?
I say called, but I actually sent Call Me’s.
Late, no wallet and no shops open anyway.
OK so the plan is for the guys to call me as the come into Shannon and I’ll guide them into the house, it’s actually quite easy to find.
Four beers later…..
“Hey Paudie what time is it?”
“Hang on I’ll check my phone”
Bugger 3 missed calls from Marie
Frantically find a phone with credit.
“Cian, where are you? Nearly in Lahinch? Oh ok, cool, no, it’s fine my fault, didn’t hear the phone ring, no it’s cool don’t worry.”
Should have had it on vibrate.
She drives at roughly 60 km/h the whole way. She actually stopped once or twice when a bus went past.
“These narrow roads freak me out, I haven’t actually owned a car for a few years”
It’s a rental, she’s from San Francisco and is heading back to airport.
Hey, at least she picked me up.
0837:Walking through the Smithstown Industrial Estate, we actually made good time considering the driving.
0843:It starts lashing rain, I mean the really big heavy stuff, not some light drizzle. I try to shelter beside a house, works to some extent.
0850: Julie’s not answering her phone. After enough banging on the door she eventually opens up. She didn’t see the car so didn’t know who it was
Of course she didn’t see it, my keys are locked into it in Lahinch.
“Oh yeah.”
“Go back to bed”
“ok”
I get the key and have some weetabix
I begin walking out to the main road to start hitching again. Shannon, is a stupid town, it’s all fly-offs and fly-unders and feeder-lanes. Stupid to try and get a lift from. I walk for about 15 minutes in some drizzle until I’m actually on a proper road and not some one way fly-on thing.
Of course everyone is already doing 100km/h already and therefore do not feel inclined to stop. Despite the fact that 70% of the cars have only one person in them. Grrrr
20 rain filled minutes later I give in and call Bebhine, just as I’m about to ask her to get her mom to drop me to Ennis a car pulls up.
“Hello? What’s wrong?”
“Oh hey, never mind call you in a while”
In the car
“So how’re you doing? What are you doing hitching out here?
“Well actually, I’m just after coming from Lahinch, I had to get back to Shannon to pick up a spare key for my car. Mine got locked in last night. I always lock the door by holding the handle up, and I’m always trying to force myself not to do it, but I never stop. As soon as the door had closed I knew the …”
I eventually get dropped at the Maid of Eireann. I should have gotten off at the bypass at Maxol. Nobody goes through Ennis anymore.
I phone Bebhine and explain what’s going on?
“You should have called we would have dropped you out to Ennis”
“Yes I was trying to do that but then I got picked up. It’s fine I promise. Ok, love you call you later.”
Ok nobody is going to pick me up here, so I start walking.
And I keep walking
and walking
Eventually I’m out as far as the Texaco at the very end of Ennis on the Lahinch road.
I stop walking.
Someone pulls over and says they’re going to Corrofin, but will drop me to the fountain cross.
Sweet. Much better place to hitch from, gets rid off all the eejits going to Corrofin.
You’d think.
About five minutes (20 cars) later a woman pulls over and tells me she’s going to Corrofin and asks do I want a lift?
What? No you stupid woman if I wanted a lift I’d go over and stand on the Corrofin road not the flipping Lahinch road? Do you understand the basics of hitchhiking?
“No thanks, I’m heading to Lahinch”
Seconds later I see the familiar yellow t-shirts in car that is already pulling over even though I don’t have my thumb out yet.
Gotta love lifeguards.
It’s Maria and someone else.
“Cheers Maria, Hi I’m Paudie.”
He’s Nigel.
“So you’re heading to Lahinch yeah?
“Well actually, I’m just after coming from Lahinch, I had to get back to Shannon to pick up a spare key for my car. Mine got locked in last night. I always lock the door by holding the handle up, and I’m always trying to force myself not to do it, but I never stop. As soon as the door had closed I knew the …”
They’re going to White Strand so they can drop me to Inagh.
But sure White Strand is closer to Lahinch than Inagh and there’s more locals on the road so I’ll stay in the car if that’s alright?
It is.
Brilliant.
We drop Nigel off in Seafield (poor bugger) and as we’re passing Spanish Point we see Cian (different Cian) dropping some of the guys off at the beach. Cian will be going to Lahinch so I jump out of Maria’s car and wait for Cian to come by and bring me to Lahinch
Five minutes later and still no sign of Cian so I give him a call.
“Spanish Point? No I’m working in Lahinch for the summer. Why?”
“Oh never mind”
I eventually get picked up by a Slovakian
“You going to lahinch, it’s your lucky day, me too.”
“Well actually, I’m just after coming from Lahinch …”
1130: Back in time for lunch.
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