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I work as a web designer in Belfast, and I live by the sea in a shoe. You can see me here, doing my livejournal pose as idoru called it. If you need to you can email me at carisenda -at- gmail -dot- com.
After 10 years of trying I have finally beaten Peter at Kings & Things. It was a struggle of epic proportions …
Nah, it wasn’t. I totally wiped him off the board. Easy really.
0 CommentsJune 23, 2002
The eggplant. What right has it to be purple?
And what’s it got to do with eggs?
0 CommentsJune 20, 2002
In case you didn't know I work for a small online store, we sell DVDs and the like. This little internet store job I have is great, I think I'm perfectly suited to it, but it does suffer from some awful hex or something. It's as if praise was something that might turn people to stone, people here (with a few notable exceptions) seem to suffer from some sort of grace myopia - perhaps because our jobs have been under threat since the day we landed here. Some have gotten lucky and escaped, others have been pushed or just plain dumped like so much trash.
You could write a greek tragedy on the deviousness and back-stabbing that's gone on in here. Cattle are treated better than we are. Some day I will I think write that book, and in it I'll claim that I did everything, that I was something I'm not.
Anyway, it's just a job - it's just a pity I like the job so much.
0 CommentsJune 19, 2002
I love Northern Ireland, as I’ve said before, it’s a province of unparalleled beauty. The only fly in the ointment is the politics - actually poilitics is a misnomer, as politics implies some sort of art or science in governing. Most of what goes under the term politics in this neck of the woods is more to do with enflaming small mobs to wreck the place rather than deciding what might be best for the people here.
0 CommentsJune 16, 2002
I hump things
"Here Patty is humping some kind of Komodo dragon statue. I'm truely impressed. Nice form Patty, and I love the bandana on the Dragon!"
Mwk sent me this ages ago, but it’s only now I’m getting round to posting it here. It’s worth the wait though, especially if you’ve worked in retail of any sort (I, having done time in both Burger King and McDonalds, feel I know something of the horror). So here it is then - Acts Of Gord
0 CommentsJune 15, 2002
This is the story of Jack. Jack was an ordinary boy, he lived an ordinary life and ordinary things happened to him. But one day Jack discovered something that wasn’t so ordinary. Jack could read minds. Not read like studying a book, more like a speed reading of text. Anyway, Jack wasn’t ordinary anymore. He was extraordinary.
Time passed and the boy Jack became the man Jack. His extraordinary powers had given him some advantage in life; the greatest manifestation of his gift was the ability to help people in life - he could see clearly in other people what they could only see through a fog of emotion or pain - but he wasn’t superman and nobody depended on him for their lives.
In fact the biggest impact Jack’s gift had on the world was in Jack himself. Jack became to believe that this gift set him apart from other people, made him special - and he should be treated so. As a result Jack lost what few friends he had and became a recluse, living in a big old house his parents had left him.
As time passed Jack’s power faded and faded, but Jack became more and more convinced of his greatness and more and more isolated from others. In the end he died, alone and friendless with only his dog to mourn his passing.
0 CommentsJune 15, 2002
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley 1849-1903
0 CommentsJune 14, 2002
The BBCi is running an article on anger management , which is fairly pertinent because right now there’s a person I am wishing great harm upon.
I hate this paragraph because it’s so true…
“Unexpressed anger can create other problems. It can lead to pathological expressions of anger, such as passive-aggressive behaviour (getting back at people indirectly, without telling them why, rather than confronting them head-on) or a personality that seems perpetually cynical and hostile. People who are constantly putting others down, criticising everything and making cynical comments haven’t learned how to constructively express their anger. Not surprisingly, they aren’t likely to have many successful relationships.”
I hate it because it’s true.
0 CommentsJune 10, 2002
To Peter and Cara Carser, who got hitched this day last year and had the good sense to make me the best man.
0 CommentsJune 9, 2002
I should be crying, but I just can’t let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can’t stop thinking of all the things I should’ve said,
That I never said.
All the things we should’ve done, that we never did.
All the things I should’ve given, but I didn’t.
Oh, darling, make it go,
Make it go away.
0 CommentsJune 7, 2002
I like the Rain trailer so much, I bought the book.
It’s started off well I have to say, very poetic. I’ll say more when I’ve finished, which should be before Christmas…
0 CommentsJune 6, 2002