The Mid-Term Break

Ah man, I love the lyrics in this song:

"Unintelligence negates picturesque,
Objectivity earns you points with me,
Interactivity beats pornography."

I'm not going to bother going to school tomorrow (or today, technically). I also didn't go to Agricultural Science or After-School Study today, but that's just ignorance on my part!

It's only at times like these that I realize how much I love Mozilla Firefox, and why I insist on using it to this day. Let's face it, the future of the internet is in homemade Apps, as Apple proved with the iPod touch and iPhone, sigh... The ability to control my music, my bookmarks, my RSS feeds and my Twitter [TheCosmicFrog] within a UI that doesn't look like it came from Minority Report (Windows Internet Explorer), that isn't begging to be licked like a candy cane (Opera), isn't colored with suicide-inducing gray (Apple Safari) and doesn't feel like it's going to stab you in the face when you least expect it (Google Chrome).
Firefox 3 is by far the most solid feeling of all the browsers I've ever used, and I've used Firefox since the dawn of time (c. 2005). The extensions available are just insane; who cares why I need the weather reported in my web browser?

I said it today, and I'll say it again, only this time via the medium of the internet(s). Smokers make great companions. Ever have a conversation with a smoker, or a group of smoking buddies? I promise it'll be the best conversation you've ever had. Smokers are also very educated. For instance, did you know that Lambert and Butler cigarettes have 0.5mg of nicotine per measure, while Benson and Hedges have 0.9mg? That's almost twice the addiction!

Here's a random musing: They make sugar-free candy, diet soda, and decaffeinated coffee, but do they make nicotine-free cigarettes?

One of the poems on for the Irish exam in the Leaving Cert. is just hilarious. It's called "Bímse Buan ar Buairt Gach Ló". Basic description: There once was a Catholic Scottish prince, and so by the process of association, the Irish assumed he was Gaelic and started crying when he eventually ran away from the English.
We've learned a lot from the English down the years. For example, Easter Rising, 1916, we found out the hard way that the English had tanks...

I've started reading again. I'm progressing my way through 'Tis by Frank McCourt, the follow up to Angela's Ashes. It's significantly less damp than its predecessor, being based in New York City rather than Limerick, where the satanic River Shannon brought the Consumption (inbred name for Tuberculosis) to all the young boys who disgraced themselves... highly recommended.

I have a new favorite song. Hoppípolla by Sigur Rós. The song means absolutely nothing, however, unless you watch the video.

Quantum of Solace is out next weekend, so I'll be going to see that with my brother, along with the new Star Trek film, whenever the hell that decides to show itself...

My friend Paul is down in Galway tomorrow from his upper-echelon desk job in Dublin. Paul is a Warhammer: Age of Reckoning GM, working for GOA Ireland, so send all your problems his way. That means tomorrow's game plan is sorted.

While you're here, please take a look at my good friend Holly's website, www.WinnersUseDrugs.com, a totally unique, objective view of celebrity culture. Be sure to subscribe to her blog if you enjoy reading it!

I think I can actually feel my left eye deteriorating...

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