Thus spake the supertzar...

Uncharacteristically thoughtful and serious Facebook post: (bit of a screed, feel free to read past)

I'm a tad worried that I haven't been giving this college project of mine the same 110 percent that I swore to myself that I'd give upon returning to C.I.T.

It's not that I don't have work done (I do, and ego permitting, I'm pretty proud of the material that I have amassed thus far) and it isn't a case that there isn't time left at this stage in the game in which to add to the files of work that I've so far put together (and there is a substantial amount) and improve on the material that I have already...

It's just that...well...let's not make any bones about it, I kind of feel I've been taking the piss a lot this year and faffed around a lot more than I should have.

I don't know, maybe it's a case that seeing as everybody else has a thousand different things on their plate at the moment and the only thing I have to worry about is the college project, maybe I'm quietly getting mildly stressed over nothing...

Then again, it could well be a case of the ghosts of yesteryear coming back to haunt me because though I tend to laugh it off, I need to come clean, there is more than just a little bit of fear that the same situation as last year could happen yet again and I, uh, really don't think I could stand dealing with that situation for quite a few reasons that are plainly obvious.

Namely:

1. I couldn't and can't afford to do this again on a monetary level and on an emotional level.
2. I'd much rather close this chapter of the continuing saga of James M. Fitzgerald for good as soon as the hand up of the final piece and close it with something of a flourish.
3. Related to the above one, I'd much rather get on with my life. There are a lot of things that I'd like to see and do and I've spent way too many of the past few years of my life in third level education and I'd much rather blaze some kind of a trail outside of that sphere...

This isn't something that cropped up overnight, this has been building up for weeks, but with that said and all, this isn't a cry for help though. Anything I have to do in order to get everything not so much under control but done to the degree that it should be, I'll gladly deal with it myself.

I'm sure I ain't the only one that feels like this at the moment. I think it's actually quite healthy to actually have these thoughts running through my head because it's a more than sufficient wake up call. Thus this week will be a week of action.

I also think I can speak for anyone and everyone currently handing up end of year and end of course assignments by saying "hurry, will ye to Jaysus, summertime, i.e. the real summer time that follows final exams/hand-up dates and results dates".

Anything for a bit of internal peace, not just for me, but for all of us.

Farewell.

I don't think anybody reads these diatribes any more.

Not that I particularily mind or get any sleepless nights over it...

I have fights with my family on occasion. Some of those fights can get quite bitter on occasion.

The bitterness is thankfully very short term.

Every harsh word is but a tiny insignificant grain of sand in a huge desert of togetherness, a droplet of water in an ocean of love.

Cheesy perhaps but thats how we work. I'd imagine that there's some Italian blood in this family, we'll scream, rant and rave at each other over small things but when push comes to pull, we're the most united front you could ever imagine.

I love that about us. We hate each other briefly, then we cry in each other's arms and we then laugh at ourselves and at each other.

Most importantly, we love each other.

Say what you want about me as a person, I have a truckload of faults, and I'm more than aware of those, say anything ill about my family and I'd think nothing of sending you to the outpatient clinic.

No shame in that.

We're all highly strung in a lot of ways and the directness of this family can be a tad uncomfortable for a lot of people, but when push comes to pull, there's no more a loving, well-adjusted family that you'd see in any idealised sitcom.

Long live the Fitzgeralds. We fight for ourselves, but we also fight for each other.

Greetings...

Check this, it's a podcast of progressive and psychedelic rock from the 1970s that I've been gagging to do for quite some time.



Have a sniff, 'tis fun. You even get to hear my voice.

Well.

The last post was copied word for word from a far better writer than I so I figured I may as well add my few cents about life at this moment in time.

I could possibly summarise it thusly...grand.

Nothing new's been happening in the last while, managing to stay on top of college work for the most part, helping our a good friend of mine with some studio work (just pushing buttons, he'll be mixing the whole shebang himself), well fed, well relaxed, pretty much at peace for the most part with myself and the world around me.

Had a great weekend with a few good friends as well and got up to no end of mischief on Friday night and Saturday morning. The small things in life keep me from flipping the lid and there's nothing better than jumping head first into delirium with a bunch of wreckless and feckless lunatics. Nearly lost a few stone from laughing alone.

In other news, if you're in the Cork area, you may well be seeing my name underpinning a few articles in some of the local papers concerning our college's exhibition in June. They asked me to put some stuff together to promote the event and I said "yes".

Always wanted to see my name in lights, ha. Today Cork, tomorrow your mind.

Heading back to the country this weekend to see the family on Thursday...the little guy, Jack, has his christening on Saturday in Scarriff, East Clare so I'll be there, dressed up to the nines but its not about me...its about him. He's actually a champ of a wee fella from what the family have been telling me, really quiet, and really good tempered.

Looking forward to that.

I think thats pretty much the whole nine yards. I could dress this up further but all the aforementioned information is the information as it is, as it was and as it will forever be.

Hence, begone.

Ray D'Arcy, whether you love him or loathe him, has serious balls...and a brain.

If you're hip to whats been going on in Irish media circles in recent times, the man recently on air lambasted the Catholic church for in his words, "fucking this country up for so many years".

If I may quote a friend's blog:

"The Catholic Communications Office has threatened to report presenter Ray D'Arcy to the Broadcasting Authority for what it calls a grossly offensive statement. It also demanded a public apology from him and his employers, Today FM.

What was this statement?

It was this: The Catholic Church, in many ways, has fucked up this country.

In other words, the Catholic Communications Office is outraged that a man has spoken the truth in public, The Catholic Church has fucked up this country. It seems their main objection is to the word fucked, which is a bit rich for an organisation that sheltered and protected child rapists for generations, that stuck its nose into every piece of social legislation proposed in our supposedly independent parliament, that dictated what health care might or might not be offered, that clung with the grip of a drowning man to control of our schools, that refused dying mothers the relief of anaesthesia, that sacked teachers for living in unapproved relationships.

All this they were comfortable with, but not the fact of a broadcaster saying they fucked up the country.

D'Arcy has quite properly told them where to shove their demands. It's been a while now since a red-faced bishop waving a crozier was enough to silence dissent but obviously the penny hasn't yet dropped with these characters. Far from demanding apologies for mild insults, should they not be down on their knees pleading for forgiveness from their victims?

It seems these Princes of the Church are incapable of learning humility despite everything they preach. I hope D'Arcy's reply to them consisted of two short words."

Damn straight...

http://bocktherobber.com/2012/04/ray-darcy-and-the-catholic-communications-office/

I have no hidden agenda.

Another vlog. Yup. You get to see and hear this handsome bastard prattle on and on and on, yet again.

I've never not been an emotional person.

The last thing I'd ever want to happen would be to have my heart freeze over and lack that sense of empathy that I have with friends and family.

Was on the phone to my mother earlier about my nephew's baptism (I'm an uncle now) and the news from home always has me in bits and not in a sad way by any stretch of the imagination, but just in general.

I'm proud of that. Always have been, always will.



No matter what, even as the days go on, and no matter what distance I am from home, its important that I get this out there: anyone who has made any kind of contribution to my life be it on a regular or irregular basis, is guaranteed to have me as part of their life forever.

I cherish those bonds and I honour every contract I sign.



"because our church is made out of shipwrecks from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember"