Archive for April 22nd, 2005
It’s a miracle
Posted on April 22, 2005, by Conor, under Uncategorized.
No, just more dumb blind desperation.
Living, as I do, so close to the famous moving statues of Ballinspittle, I love it when other nationalities can act as clueless as us.
Statues moving? No? Squint. Moving now? Nah. Here drink this paint thinner. Moving now? Yeah! Wow, that’s amazing, tell the world.
Mary Image Still Drawing Crowds
Check out the Other Holy Sightings in the side-bar of this one for a belly-laugh.
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Project Lifecycle
Posted on April 22, 2005, by Conor, under Uncategorized.
I was sent this a while back and I laughed my ass off. Inspired single cartoon summary of my working life for the past 13 years. Check it out:
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Web Archive - Spooky
Posted on April 22, 2005, by Conor, under Uncategorized.
I’ve seen plenty of mentions of the Internet Archive Wayback Machine but I only just tried it for the first time today. Bloody ell! Put in www.conoroneill.com and it gives old snapshots of my web-site going back to 2001. You can never leave your mistakes behind. I was disappointed tho that the old Integral Design web-site was never archived. It would have been fun to look back at that awful spinning gold 3-D integration symbol I put on our very first web-page in ‘96. Now, who else shall I look for on my lunch break?
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First Post from w.bloggar
Posted on April 22, 2005, by Conor, under Uncategorized.
I’m doing a trial of a client-hosted tool called w.bloggar to see if it can work reliably with Blogger and reduce the overhead of making posts. Seems fine so far for the simplistic stuff I do.
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del.icio.us
Posted on April 22, 2005, by Conor, under Uncategorized.
I’ve been trying out del.icio.us for a week now and I still don’t get what the big deal is. Yeah it’s handy to have the online bookmarks. The RSS feed is kinda irrelevant for oneself but I suppose if someone was stalking me, they might be interested in what sites I am interested in and what tags I put on them. I take back what I said about tags in my previous Bloglines post below - they are actually handy for finding stuff by category (like GMail). But it’s just ok, not a killer app. I’ll stick with it for another while. Maybe I’m just anto-social (or even anti-social. Anto-social is what our coal-man Anto is) and don’t get this whole Social Networking buzz (man).
My del.icio.us page: http://del.icio.us/bandon1
RSS Feed of that page: http://del.icio.us/rss/bandon1
My original comment on it: http://www.bloglines.com/blog/bandon1?id=15
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Just discovered in the Dead Sea Scrolls
Posted on April 22, 2005, by Conor, under Uncategorized.
Sam’s earlier homage to Yakult as read out on the Gerry Ryan radio show a few months back. I cannot believe this did not win a prize.
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Let me share with you my tale of woe,
It happened not that long ago.
I went to the cinema with my date,
My tummy was in a terrible state.
I eat too much, I was such a glutton,
I started to swell, I undid my button.
The lights went down, I settled in,
Little did I know what was about to begin.
I was so looking forward to ‘The Last Samurai’,
But when the credits rolled so did I.
My stomach was rumbling and a-rolling,
Loads of activity going on in my colon.
I decided to let out a fart,
Just as the movie was about to start.
And if there were any noxious gases,
I’d blame it on the cinema masses.
So I let it out, that was my urge,
But it was followed by a mighty surge.
I felt a sticky substance, it was just like glue,
My fart was followed by an almighty poo.
Oh Jesus Christ, what the hell?
There was no way to mask the smell.
My face said it all, there was no denial,
Why didn’t I get a seat by the aisle.
My guts were in pieces, I was in such pain,
I walked to the toilets like John Wayne.
I just about got there, to the toilet door,
Because down my leg it started to pour.
I will never forget that terrible day,
That evening when my bowel gave way.
I was so miserable, I admitted defeat,
Because on the roll holder there was only one sheet.
So quick as a flash, I couldn’t move much quicker,
I took off my jeans and peeled off my knicker.
The smell was vile, putrid and rank,
Boy oh boy, my cubicle stank.
When my stomach died down, when I felt no rush,
I dipped my knickers in the clean water flush.
I was mortified, ashamed, I felt a fool,
I got most of it off, that offending stool.
But now I am on the road to recovery,
Thanks to Dr. Shirota’s discovery.
Through all the therapy, trouble, and strife,
I believe that Yakult saved my life.
It’s become part of my daily diet,
I firmly believe everyone should try it.
Please send me to the Land of the Rising Sun!
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