Enjoy.

Four diverse minds
Conor needs your help!
Conor needs a math mentor
Conor needs to find a purpose in protecting others again
Conor needs constant supervision
Conor needs to straighten his life out
Conor needs to ensure the opposite half is long enough to compensate
Conor needs to be a bit careful when to 'stick in'
Conor needs to grow up
Conor needs to step aside
Conor needs someone to tell him "no" when he goes off the deep end with the self-centered angst
Conor needs to make a deal with Miss Wilkes and a suspicious mom
Conor needs to grow up and quit acting like such a baby
Conor needs some umph to balance that heart-on-the-sleeve, whiny emo guy thing
Conor needs to play back in the Bundesliga
Conor needs a sig and Avatar
Conor needs to know that he is supported, and as a community we need to pull together
Conor needs to take his "meds"
Conor needs someone to stick it up him occasionally
Conor needs to sound different
Conor needs to be exploited?
Conor needs love, hope, and a purpose
Conor needs an exorcism
Conor needs a woman.
Conor needs a haircut
Conor needs the money to stay in one piece.
Conor needs braces
Conor needs to buy you a car
Conor needs a life
Conor needs is a good swift kick in the pants–on a daily basis
Conor needs to invite me around when you come back
Conor needs a larger fan base
Conor needs it most
Conor needs to spend a while being intimidated by Arab Strap fans again, or to go off and do another few Desaparecidos...
Conor needs a hug and a pie
Conor needs to protect people
Conor needs the men because Milltown Malbay are supposed to be attacking all the forts in County Clare
Conor needs to stop his self-absorbed whining and get a fucking guitar strap
Conor needs a sandwich
Conor's needs come first until he is old enough to know that other people have needs and also old enough that he has wants over needs
Conor needs would be very arrogant if this were my own idea, but it's not
Dear Minister Martin,
I am writing to you looking for employment.
I am a thirty year old male, six foot tall and healthy. My history is as follows:
I was a child prodigy at three years of age and effortlessly reproduced and improved on the entire works of Beethoven by the age of five. By six, I had my primary degree in Theoretical Physics and German, and was writing a revolutionary thesis on the Big Bang theory. By the age of eight, I had opened a successful chain of restaurants in London and Paris. At ten, bored with what life had to offer, I entered a Buddhist monastery. I left after achieving Nirvana, whereupon I moved to South Africa to advise the government on post-apartheid policy. The fact that they did not implement my recommendations is a source of constant sorrow. Aged twelve, I invented the Internet.
Entering my teenage years I correctly predicted the impending Yugoslav wars and fruitlessly lobbied the UN and NATO extensively for pre-emptive action. By fifteen I had engineered a fully working Hydrogen Car, while simultaneously working out a non-pollutive method of hydrogen production. This led on to my pioneering work in zero point energy, and a number of highly classified projects for the US government. To complete this project I formulated a proof of the quantum uncertainty principle; now named the quantum certainty principle. At nineteen, the last year of my teens, I was nominated for the Nobel prizes in Physics, Chemistry and Peace, winning them all.
At twenty I was commissioned by the Swedish Government for a public sculpture in Sergels Torg square in Stockholm. My final piece "The assassination of Olof Palme" is openly regarded as a masterpiece. By twenty-three I had actively contributed to the fall of three African dictators. At twenty-five I proved that Shakespeare wrote all his own plays and poetry, except for sonnet 130 which was written by Kit Marlowe. During my twenty-seventh year I adapted my autobiography for the big screen. At twenty-eight I delivered my report to the French and English government about who really killed Princess Diana.
From this time to date, I have being working for the Dubai government advising on their tourism policy.
I hear that the post of Chief Science Advisor has recently opened up, and as you can see I am more than qualified. Unfortunately it appears the job which I really wanted in the Department of Communications, Marine and Natural Resources has already been filled.
I am not a crank,
Yours truly,
Dr.Conor Murnane
After moving house, my comic book (or graphic novel or trade paperback, whatever) collection has become unordered. Sinéad is away for a couple of days next week and I am planning on sorting it out.
The question of ordering CDs/DVDs/Books comes up quite frequently and tends to be a male phenomenon, at least men seem to take this stuff more seriously. So I throw the question open to you the blogs modest readership: How do you order your stuff?
My preference is by genre, then chronologically by author. I have seen music collections organised this way (my own was alphabetical, but now has progressed to random) and have been impressed. In fact this was mostly the way my comic book collection was ordered, but I keep running into difficulty ordering the ordered genres.
I have heard a case for ordering DVDs by studio, this translates to comic books publisher (e.g DC v Marvel) and I like the idea, but should my order run publisher -> genre -> author -> chronological or genre -> publisher -> author -> chronological?
Suggestions welcome.
While nerds whip themselves with damp towels over what the exact definition of a planet is, 2003 UB 313 orbits the sun unnamed.
Some AstroNerds are claiming that this is the 10th planet, others say not only is it not a planet but neither is Pluto. Pluto, is a mere Kuiper Belt object. The Kuiper Belt was discovered after Pluto and is full of really big things that look like planets and orbit the sun, but aren’t actually called planets because astrologers refuse to agree on what a definition of a planet is, most probably because they are disgruntled that they didn’t discover one of the really, really, really huge immense gigantic objects (n.b not a planet) in space first.
Either way 2003 UB 313 appears to have something the other rocks didn’t: size & momentum. Also it’s bigger then Pluto which human consciousness has accepted as a planet even if a bunch of weirdo nerds have not.
And is time for it to get a name. New Scientist has run a poll to get some opinions:
Persephone
Peace
Galileo
Xena
Rupert
Bob
Titan
Nibiru
Cerberus
Loki
I have a few ideas of my own. But there are official guidelines for this kind of thing. They are:
This rules out a few of the lunchtime table suggestions(Planet Nike, Planet Reebok - Chaa-Chingg!)
Here are my ideas:
Dirk – After the famous marine explorer
Con – After me
Big – Self explanatory
Party – Man! It’s the party planet. I am so there
when the sun heats up in 2 billion years. Da-da-da-da-dum
Karoake – The empty orchestra of the solar system
Mine – It’s all mine I tell you
PhilDick – How much irony in the universe would there have to be to be invaded by PhilDickians? A lot, that’s how much.
EscapeRouteA – Hee Hee
KeepOffTheGrass – What grass?
Dunroamin – Nasa could nail a sign to it.
Armed with instructions of the internet, Michael and I started to build our cloudbuster.
Here is how we did it.
A lovely day, we set out together (with my baby) to buy the materials needed. These were:
1 x Bucket
1 x Glue
2 x Packets of carpet tacks
6 x Quartz Crystals
1 x Industrial strength glue
6 x 6' Long 1" copper piping
1 x 3'x2'’ sheet MDF
1 x Drill bit
1st Stop Leixlip DIY
Armed with our print out and baby we strode into Leixlip DIY and asked for six six foot long one inch wide copper pipes. The guy in the forecourt obviously knew more about copper piping then we did.
"It comes in 20 or 40 foot,"” he opined.
The Reply? "“That won'’t fit in the car."
He took down the pipe and measured it. 18 foot! A sign! All that needed to happen was for the pipe to be cut into three.
"Could the pipe be cut into three?" Michael asked.
"“There'’s a hacksaw there,"” said our observant helper monkey.
There then followed an uncomfortable silence as the forecourt attendant realised that he was going to have to cut the pipe in three to get rid of us. Which he did, with surprisingly good grace. We bought a bucket and left.
The list now looked like this:1 x Bucket
1 x Glue
2 x Packets of carpet tacks
6 x Quartz Crystals
1 x Industrial strength glue6 x 6' Long 1"” copper piping
1 x 3'’x2'’ sheet MDF
1 x Drill bit
Off into Dublin to buy some Quartz Crystals.
I parked in Temple bar car park, and we walked down to Parliament Street to the astrology shop. On the way we popped into a jewellery place in Crown Alley, to see if they could help us. The woman there admired our baby and our seemingly progressive relationship and told us to go to Parliament Street. Once there we got our Crystals and a few more knowing and sympathetic looks. Back to the most expensive car park in Dublin to retrieve the car and on to Woodies for the last of the items.
Woodies.
Out of the car once more (again with the baby) and into Woodies. We picked up some outrageously expensive glue, 2 packs of carpet tacks, a drill bit and the sheet of MDF. Score! Michael got to hold the baby here and watched in awe as woman mysteriously gravitated toward him.
The list now looked like:1 x Bucket
1 x Glue
2 x Packets of carpet tacks
6 x Quartz Crystals
1 x Industrial strength glue
6 x 6'’ Long 1" copper piping
1 x 3'x2'’ sheet MDF
1 x Drill bit
Taa-Daa. Time to buy some doughnuts and beer and build a cloudbuster.
We arrived back at home and started to build the workbench, which we'd then use to build our cloudbuster. This took a suspiciously long time and the least said about it the better. In the end, we settled for a mostly built workbench. Don'’t press me about it, it'’s a touchy subject.
We were wearing tinfoil helmets at this stage. One of the properties of the cloudbusters is to remove UFOs from the immediate area. We were attempting to block our thoughts so the greys didn'’t get an inkling of what we were up to and try to intervene.
Sinéad became the official photographer for the day so the men could concentrate on the task at hand.
We laid out all the parts and got building.
First we had to cut spacers out of the MDF using the jigsaw and drill. All this went well. Some nice, reasonably round cuts and then a six holes drilled through to hold the copper pipes. At this stage the foil hats had come off. We were building the cloudbuster anyway, let those little grey bastards know whatÂ’s coming to them. Please note my responsible choice of footware.
Then disaster! The drill bit that we bought was too small. It turns out the 1" piping was measuring its internal diameter. Work was put on hold for two weeks.
Two weeks later we reconvened, I'’d bought a bigger drill bit in the meantime. Work continued apace. We finished all the spacers. Put the glue in the bottom of the bucket with the carpet tacks and laid the spacer on top of it. I chopped up six lengths of garden hose onto which went the Quartz. We inserted the copper pipes over this.
Added on top of this, some organic compost between spacers. We then glued the whole lot together. Top spacer on, and the cloudbuster was complete.
It'’s been running for a couple of weeks now and the weather has been superb. We reckon that the couple of blips of rain we saw were because of the compost drying out in the base reversing the polarity of the device. No ill or physical effects have been noticed by either Michael or Myself, so thankfully some of the more obvious dangers appear to have been avoided.
Although it feels dirty using the cloudbuster for profit, a nice business model has been suggested. We will guarantee nice weather for your barbeque or outdoor event. No win, no fee.
Show your neighbourhood who controls the mid to upper atmosphere. Harness the power of Orgone for personal gain.
Yes! It's the Cloudbuster T
Has a back print:
“I ain’t afraid of no Cumulonimbus”
Perfect for the weatherman in your life, or anyone with an interest in Riechian Orgone Theory!
Learn how we made our own cloudbuster in a blog coming this way soon!
Snopes.com who try to answer urban myths and legends have a list of ‘Unanswerables’ posted here. In their own words they find the questions “too obscure or complicated […] to answer”
Here I try to pick up the slack.
Has anyone had to cut off their tongue because it frozen to a flagpole?
Only really, really stupid people.
Hi, I just wanted to ask if you could investigate this urban legend. 16 is the age of consent for having sex with someone over 18.
Depends what country you are in. If you are in the US you’d probably want to go to France where they’ll give you a medal instead of extraditing you.
Is Ciara a MAN????? PLEASE ANSWER ME BACK!!!!!
Yep.
I heard that bananas have a natural chemical that makes you happy. Is it also true that cockroaches can survive an atomic blast?
I love this question. Were you eating bananas when you wrote this?
I'm 19 and from Yuma, Az and I would like to know if this myth I'v been hearing is true? By masturbating it helps the chance by not getting cancer? Is that true?..also I'v hurd other myths about masturbation and don't know if those myths are true or not. But I would like to know about the question I asked befoe.
Keep masturbating buddy, hopefully it’ll keep you indoors and stop you breeding.
Is it true that a girl cannot get pregnant if her mate smokes the seeds of marijuana when he smokes marijuana, please tell me if this is true because a lot of people tell me it is true and a lot of people tell me it's not and I don't know whaether to believe it or not because this town lies a lot. thanks.
Are you from one of those states that has a God but no sex-ed? Yes you can get pregnant, but by the time you will have read this you probably know that for yourself.
Is the government really as controlling and secretive as books make them out to be? Are there really tons and tons of secret spies all over the world?
Ask yourself if there an answer you would believe for this question.
I would like to know what does work and what does not work for getting rid of 'hickeys.' Such as the cold spoon trick, toothpaste trick, etc.
Slag.
Well I hope that clears things up for all of you knowledge seekers. TTFN.
Dear Mariah,
I have not had more then four channels on my TV, until recently when I had a baby and decided to get cable. I now have fifteen channels one of which is MTV. MTV used to show music at one point, but now seems to be a mixture of Home and Leisure and Men and Motors, but you know this because you let them into your crib.
Do you realise that the shoe closet in your apartment is bigger then my house? To be honest, it looks like it is better appointed too. It was a very depressing moment when I realised that you keep your shoes in a space that I could comfortably live in with two other people. Though I do not, to be fair, own as many pairs of shoes as you do, if I did I suppose I would have to consider evicting my wife and baby and converting my house into some sort of living museum for foot coverings. However, my wife and baby may have something to say about that and there are two of them and only one of me. In truth, I do not seem to have the capacity to emote to inanimate objects in the same way that you do. I presume that this is a failing in me.
I notice that you would not let MTV into your bedroom for personal reasons. My friend says that’s because that’s where the guy you pay to blow cocaine up your ass lives. Mostly I tell my friend not to be so stupid, you’d never have to pay someone to blow cocaine up your ass.
Anyway, perhaps if you read this you can put in a couch and a bed into your foot locker and invite me and my family to stay. I won’t bring a straw, because I don’t believe the rumours are true and the coked-up gimp who has the job would probably kick my ass.
I am not a crank,
Yours truly,
C.
Just a little update on the house build. So far as
you can see we're at roof stage. Half of the Roof is tiled, the single
pitch. Some of the outside plastering will be starting this week as
we need the gable end of the single pitch roof and the chimney plastered before
the rest of the roof can be tiled.
We only ordered our windows last week and its going to
take 8 weeks possibly for delivery of the windows as we've ordered windows from
Swedex, lovely scandanavian pine windows, it takes them 2 weeks for delivery by
sea hence the long delay. Thats going to hold things up a little as the
internal and external plastering can be done until the windows are in.
As you can see from the picture first floor blockwork is complete.
The reason for no blocks on the front left of the house and just exposed insulation its because the front windows are being framed with Hallmark blocks , we're going for the Nikel blend colour but they delivered Pewter by mistake which is what you can see on the palletts.
Current estimate by the builder is to be finished by start August, and so far everyting is on track, so fingers crossed. Watch out for the next phase comming soon, First Floor block work complete, followed soon by Roof.
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1. Burn it in your back garden
2. Fill a duffle bag and give to a friend to hold for a while. Tell him not to peek inside.
3. Bring it to a (retired) RUC sports and social club and stick it in a locker. Tip off the PSNI.
4. Buy a holiday home in Roosky, Co.Roscommon. Only one window to replace. Going cheap.
5. Bring it to Cheltenham. Hope the bookies will take large bets.
6. Hire the worlds best spin doctor in the world to try and provide credibility to your outrageous lies.
7. Buy a rifle to go with all those bullets you have lying about.
8. Stuff it in soap boxes and take it for a drive.
9. Finance a stock brokering operation in Cork.
10. Give it back with a note saying “A Chara. Sorry, we didn’t expect to steal so much. Our bad. Is mise le meas”
1.Everything you’ve heard it true. Buying a house is a painful, hateful process. Hate the process, not yourself, it is largely out of your control anyway
2.Get a broker, even a weird anti-social slightly psychotic one. They’ll talk to the banks so you don’t have to
3.Ignore everyone. If your paperwork is in order, tell everybody else that everybody else is holding things up
4.Praise the Lord that guns are illegal in this country. It must save a lot of peoples skins
5.Amnesiac monkey estate agents are the bane of your life. Prepare to have the same conversation 47,892 times
6.You are buying a house, it will become a home later. Repeat this like a mantra
7.Bitch a lot to other people that have not bought a house yet, it’ll terrify them and be cathartic for you
8.Relax; if it falls through it’s probably not your fault and fuck ‘em anyway
9.Trying to move out of one house; into another; have a baby; rent the existing place; re-mortgage; buy furniture; pack; paint; clean and remain cheerful is a challenge, but not impossible
10.Be cool, you’ll look back and realise that you hated every moment of it, but it was worth it.
I decided to make a picture of how I feel about the house buying process. I came up with the picture below, which I call "Hope". Hope encompasses all the feelings I have towards amnesiac monkey estate agents, weird aggressive brokers and pushy sellers. I think it is probably the most complex thing I have ever drawn.
Hmm. Could be darker. Turn off your monitor, turn off the lights and close your eyes for full effect. If you would like sound, try emitting a low pained moaning while dragging your fingernails down a blackboard.
As you probably don’t know or care about, Warner Brothers who own DC comics have made a movie adaptation of their comic ‘Hellblazer’ which the have re-titled ‘Constantine’ after the main character John Constantine.
Some comics to movies work (Hellboy, Spiderman, X-Men, Batman), some are ok (Daredevil, Blade, Crow), some are terrible (Judge Dredd, Hulk), some are a disaster waiting to happen (Watchmen, V for Vendetta), and one will be perfect, maybe (Sin City).
I haven’t seen Constantine. I will, and I am sure I will hate it. Mostly because the director has changed the story and told fans of the source material (and I both paraphrase and editorialise here) to grow up and accept that he has made it better by completely fucking with it.
In the comics Constantine is English, born in Liverpool. In movie world Constantine is American, born in California. Hey! It worked in High Fidelity (Liverpool – Chicago) didn’t it?
In the comics Constantine was based on Sting. In movie world Constantine is Keanu Reeves. Oh God.
Here are my casting choices:
Jason Statham
Paul Bettany
Sting
Still, let’s be rational about it. I’ll let someone else vocalise my feelings about it. Please listen here.