Sometimes I do forget that I have a blog sitting around that I can update with goings-on. Problem is usually that there goings-on aren’t really very interesting or worth blogging about.

Not much has really gone on over the past few weeks. I’m still making my YouTube videos, doing a lot of streaming over on NGame, and getting pissed and annoyed with a few people as always. The NASCAR, F1 and IndyCars have also sucked away a fair few hours.

More recently however, there has also been a couple of cases of conflict in areas.

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I don’t know what the hell it was with today, but ever just seemed to go completely fucking wrong.

• Shower cubicle leaking even more than before, now affecting downstairs.
• An Post apparently not even bothering to deliver a massively huge parcel containing two pictures, it being so big it wouldn’t even fit in the car and so the boot had to be left hanging open with my sister squashed in behind my seat and the picture.
• Finding the hammer that was supposed to be in the cutlery drawer in the toolbox with the other hammer. When sliding the toolbox out to get it, something fell in behind it and so when having to take everything out of the cupboard to lift the thing to slide the toolbox back in – which I think was the massive extension cord – something fell out and left a huge gash in my left foot.
• The last Lucozade bottle of the pack, after my sister had been at them getting one for herself, practically exploding on me at my desk.
• While attempting to remove the address from the parcel to prepare for recycling, after removing the bit that was taped on, to find a part-written address underneath on the main layer.
• A very weird dream in which all of a sudden my relationship with the rest of the UKCS TF2 admin team takes a massive nose-dive after I join a game around half 9 in the evening, spawn as Pyro and literally 2 seconds later die to a Sniper headshot, before uttering “What the flying FUCK?” in the presence of Funky, Odgor and someone else, causing them all to suddenly turn on me. Even this one doesn’t make sense to me.
• Going to bed before 11 after almost falling asleep while watching another one of my YouTube subscriptions, finding myself lying awake in bed at half 3, and unable to fall back asleep for the next hour, hence me getting up and finishing this off.

FML

There’s not really much to say these days because I’m mostly sat at home bunged up in my room from massive bouts of hayfever. The past few years weren’t bad for me at all, I barely even had a sniffle, but this year is just horrible for it. After speaking with a few friends also suffering from it, it seems to be down to the massive amounts of rain from the past few months, and then the distinct lack of it recently now that the pollen counts are up high.

It’s also a case of the fact that very little seems to help alleviate the effects. Daily doses of Zirtek don’t seem to do much, but without it my nose’d be snivelling and running like a tap, and I’d be practically unable to open my eyes. The accompanying unrelated really annoying chesty cough isn’t helping procedures either.

Anyway, Friday and Saturday. That’s all I’m looking forward to. I just want to get to those two days already – and preferably not be suffering from this crap! If that means it pisses down like a monsoon, then so be it!

Oh god, that was a fail of a topic title. And it really seems to be detracting from the whole point of this post, which was to write something about food, cooking and Look and Taste…

I’d been meaning to write something like this for a while, except… well, I just haven’t bothered too much really! It’s the summer, and as summers go, I tend to do a lot more lying around relaxing than anything else to recuperate after a year’s worth of college stuff. This summer, though, is slightly different to the normal as I’m not at home with the family, rather down in Cork. Things are quite different to the normal, that’s for sure…

This is a bit of a public thank-you to whoever it is on Shanliss Drive, in Santry, Dublin 9, whose unsecured wireless connection I’ve been hijacking for the past month since my landlady’s new UPC router was being a bitch and wouldn’t even fathom connecting to my laptop.

This is not one of those situations where I want to go into excruciating detail. I prefer to leave that for times when I can talk in person. Besides it’s also probably not the ideal thing to go on about on the Internet. As such, this intro is as off-topic as possible.

Well, I am sorta rushing to get this one out of the way. Getting late, need bed and battery running dangerously low! So, time to quickly cover a few thingies.