Right, something I want to mouth off about here. It involves Irish Rail and the procedure with which people in possession of Free Travel Passes are meant to follow to use the train.

So, last Thursday morning (the one with the random snow) I was heading in towards college, hitching a life with my mom who at the time was going… well, somewhere. Half expecting to get off somewhere in Blanch and get a bus to town, firstly I realised the time, and then the fact that she was going via Carpenterstown. So I then decided to give the train a shot, since it would get me into Drumcondra much quicker than a bus into town and then back out would have.

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So, I was walking my sister down to school this morning when after a bit of banter about the fact she was wearing a hat today which meant I couldn’t ruffle up her hair, when I mentioned "the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few" – which in this case was the need for myself and the bear to have some juvenile fun messing around a bit, versus her need to have proper hair – and suddenly, the first thing I thought of was all the Haiti nonsense.

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So, I’ve been getting a fair few new subscribers on my YouTube channel – I’m not sure if I can go so far as to start calling them "fans" just yet though – mostly from people liking my current Let’s Plays. If you don’t know what I mean by an LP in this sense, go Google it now.

I’ll wait.

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Back? Good. Now I can talk as if you know what I mean

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Whoop-dee-frigging-doo. Another year down and another less interesting one filled with crap more than likely begins.

I’m not sure if I really get all the hype over a new year. It’s just a number ticking over the next one because the cycle has ended. If we celebrate a new year, then why don’t we celebrate every new month, day, hour, minute or even second? HAPPY NEW SECOND! And again, HAPPY NEW SECOND! Get over it.

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Alright, I’ll admit it. Ever since actually attending Eirtakon this year, the whole act of cosplaying in general has always been on my mind (even at the worst of times…). Perhaps it’s one of those things that I never really had a chance to care for until actually doing it myself. I’d even consider booking myself a one-way flight to the Harajuku area in Tokyo and staying there for the rest of my life, engaging in all the cosplay events there. Well, if it weren’t for three major issues: lack of money, lack of Japanese, and lack of any sort of skills when it comes to costume creation

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I wasn’t sure if Dublin Bus could get any worse than the incident with my travel pass last week, but I guess I thought wrong – seeing as tonight was probably the worst journey back home to Dunboyne from college ever.

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Coming home tonight, I was very nearly not brought home because the driver of the 70 apparently didn’t seem to understand that you only need a photo ID for your Free Travel Pass if you live in Dublin, and not here in Dunboyne over the border in FUCKING CO. MEATH!!!

Here’s a copy of my e-mail of complaint which I have just sent off to the Dublin Bus e-mail that they provide on their website, if you want to have a read at all. It’d be a fucking miracle if they actually respond to it though, let alone do anything about it.

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I originally wanted to write something about being back in college over the weekend, but I just didn’t. I had more important things to do, like the Dunboyne motor festival, and having a very secluded life. But yea, first week back in college and this time actually registered rather than just being somehow lost in the system despite me doing everything right on my end.

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For the past couple weeks, I’ve been quietly tolerating the shit that is the fight between the "Yes" and "No" campaigns. I’ve tolerated the countless posters on every single fucking lamppost in the country. I’ve had no qualms tossing the leaflets that drop in the letterbox straight into the recycling bag, I’ve even restrained myself from actually choking the campaigners that wander around trying to talk to people to convince them to vote some way. But when you start forcing me to suffer it by having to sit in traffic for ages because taxi drivers are particularly inclined (amongst other things), now it’s just a piss-take.

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So, the Late Late came back last night. And I only just caught up with it on the RTÉ Player today. And yes, I know that it’s 6am on Sunday now, but this is coming through to the end of my internal clock’s cycle, so it seems like it was yesterday and today. Anyway, I caught up with the show, and there is one thing I must admit – I actually liked it…

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