I'm going to preface this by saying I'm basically just addressing Eth, and anyone else misguided enough to find a personal post purely about myself in any way interesting or worth reading*. So if you don’t know who I am, or indeed if you don’t particularly care, don’t feel like you’re missing out on something if you don’t read this – I suppose, though, on reflection, that those of you who don’t care won’t have read this far, so I need hardly mention you, you cold bastards.
So, anyway! I “stopped by” the board a couple of times since posting, but I didn’t have anything to say, so I didn’t post any new messages. But old man Eth complained, so here’s another post…
Let’s see. I took a year out of college, you might remember, to live with my girlfriend down in Cork. I was there for a couple of months, but I couldn’t get a job, and I started to get on more and more badly with one the people we were living with, and basically it was getting kind of shitty as a result of this, so I moved back home to Galway at Christmas, so as not to be pissing about in Cork, distracting my girlfriend from her work and contributing to an atmosphere of tension in the house. Also I was buying most of the shit even though I didn’t have work. Wah-wah.
So now I’m in Galway, doing voluntary work four days a week in a community centre – playing games with kids and helping them with their homework. I spend the night in on or two of my friends’ houses in town (my own house is out in Spiddal, fifteen miles out of town, and “work” finishes after the last bus goes), smoking every now and then, and when I’m at home I read or play my Gamecube or PS2. Life is very uneventful, hence my lack of anything to say for myself. Yesterday my father threw shit at me and tried to kick me, but I just pushed him over and he calmed down. Considering how volatile he can be, I’m relieved to realise I’m stronger than he is these days. That was pretty exciting.
And that all, really. I got a bunch of music just there, Jelly Roll Morton, Ry Cooder, Charles Mingus, Leadbelly, Emmet Ray, Kenny Sultan, Jon Martyn, Brad Mehldau, that’s all pretty sweet. I’m playing the slightly embarrassing Final Fantasy X 2 (it’s all about getting clothes, no really), Golden Sun 2, I’m looking forward to getting Shadow of the Colossus and the release of Zelda Twilight Princess. I just finished reading the Land of Mist by Arthur Conan Doyle, which is a really sad story, because it’s a cringe-worthily blatant propaganda story for Spiritualists (i.e. people who claim they can communicate with the dead), people he fell in with after losing a son in the first World War.
That’s my only other development (have I mentioned it before?) – I think I’ve developed a phobia of my own death, or something. Not about any “thing” in particular, just every now and then I’m sort of filled with the feeling that I’ll die and disappear one day, and that everything’s totally futile, and then I spend a few minutes feeling very strange inside and then it passes. Heh.
Now, is that good enough for you? I’ll continue popping bye, but I really don’t feel like that much energy or incentive or whathaveyou to post, so I may not say much. Don’t take it personally or anything, I’m just generally bad at staying in contact with people not in my line of sight. I don’t ring or write to anyone here (i.e. in Ireland) when I’m in Scotland, and vice versa.
So… can I be your favourite again? Old-time favourite? I quite enjoyed that, Eth, you seem like such a decent chap, so much so that you’re deserving of that very phrase (“decent chap”), which I think is a good one, needing to be saved for when it’s specifically needed.
Also, watch the Colbert Report. It’s the best non-cartoon-based satire I’ve seen America produce since the Legendary Journeys of Hercules. Which was made in New Zealand anyway. Still, go Bruce Campbell, am I right? …Don’t, don’t answer that.
*Though I doubt this group could possibly contain more than one or perhaps even two people, I thought I’d post here rather than just send an e-mail to Eth, just so you wouldn’t feel left out. Isn’t that nice. What? You wouldn’t have known? I’m just doing this to pander to my own shameful egotism? Trying to convince myself I still belong here? Fie, fie!