Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Quick, pass the Kleenex!

Bottle from Kirsten Lepore on Vimeo.

Kirsten Lepore’s award-winning stop-motion short Bottle “details a transoceanic conversation between two characters via objects in a bottle.” 

Sunday, December 12, 2010


Me: "Mum, my throat feels all scratchy"
Mother: "I have something for that"

Me: "Mum, I have this horrible stain on my new suede boots and it won't budge"
Mother: "I have something for that"

Me: "Mum, I've walked the dog and now she stinks"
Mother:: "I have something for that"

Me: "Mum, i want world peace"
Mother: "Let me have a look in the cupboard, I might have something for that"

Why think for myself when I can live happily ever after in this lil cuddly ball of cotton wool in which my mother has most likely placed a hot water bottle under the covers to keep me warm? You guessed it, I'm home for the weekend and loving it.  The concrete jungle that is Dublin just doesn't appeal to my inner country bumpkin in the same way that catching a whiff of cow poo and having to walk for miles to encounter civilisation does!

c/anais lee creative

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

Its that time of year again where i arise at some ungodly hour of the morning at the weekend and run like a headless chicken up and down Grafton Street looking for something to light up the faces of my nearest and dearest on Christmas Day.  If i could get away with buying them some smelly soapy stuff from the pharmacy then I would have the clan smelling of roses with vanilla overtones on Christmas morning but nay, they're a fussy lot.  I don't want to dabble in online shopping as I'd just end up using hours browsing through over-expensive remote controlled helicopters, bookmarking them for later and then going on to check out the credentials by reading the reviews.  All this with Facebook breaks in-between. Nah, I'm going to brave the elements and get my sorry self to town.  It may mean I will rugby-tackle a complete stranger to the ground for the last signed copy of Marian Keye's latest page-turner, but I know Mother Bleakley would do the same!

In the meantime, I'm counting on a reaction akin to this one for my efforts:

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Snow? What snow?

Not having a post about the recent white blanket that has enveloped our Emerald Isle would be like ignoring the big white freezing elephant in the room, so here it is.

It snowed in November in Ireland, and it hasn't stopped.

In the past week we have seen Facebook news feeds overtaken with snow-related updates (just in case you didn't know it was snowing, presumably), public transport services being cancelled mere hours after Brian Cowen and co asked us to rely on said public services. We've also seen videos of unfortunate souls doing their best impression of Michael Flatley on fast-forward trying to stay upright on the ice going viral on YouTube and the public masses taking to the streets wearing oversized slippers on their feet i.e. Uggs.

I for one, quite like the snow. Its Christmas-y, its romantic and doesn't happen very often.  But the real reason I love the snow is because I live 2 minutes walk from work, I don't drive a car and I haven't been pelted with a snowball by a lurking 12 year old looking to pass the time now that schools out.  Yet.

Here are some photos for your viewing pleasure old chums:

See that dude in that picture right there?  Look up.  Yeah, the one that's doing the 'why-is-she-making-me-pose-for-a photo-when-i-could-be-playing-with-the-ducks' face.  Well readers, he's only gone and got himself a place in the Irish national team for futsal!  Well done boyfriend, looks like he's gone and made a WAG outta me!