I yet live. I found so many things piling up that I wanted to write about that I kinda fled screaming, mentally. I had a nice viritol-filled rant on the whole matter of the Muhammad cartoons. No one is right in this matter. The cartoons were insulting and of the worst possible taste, but the paper has come clean and apologised. The Danish government has no call to apologise for their work. After all, I didn’t see Saudi Arabia rushing to apologise when their citizens killed a little shy of three thousand people.
So neither side is in the right. The Danes were wrong, but burning their embassies and killing their citizens over two cartoons doesn’t make you right. To quote Spider Jerusalem:
“You people don’t know what the truth is! It’s there, just under their bullshit, but you never look! That’s what I hate most about this fucking city — lies are news and the truth is obsolete!”
Past all that, I loathe people who do not clean their WEEE items before they return them. I can refuse to take them because of that. Here’s a good one:
“What is this nonsense,” you ask. “A photo of his hand!” you chortle. Note the plaster. While I removed a WEE item from a car, at an awkward angle, the item slipped and caught my finger. The item was filthy; I cleaned the wound and paid it no more mind until 3 o’clock this morning. I realised that my finger was exceptionally sore and stiff. My finger was infected. Badly so. Cue a lance and bleach.
Consumers of the world, I hate you.
Past that, I went to Connemara with the family on Sunday last. We saw the sights, took in the air and I got wonderfully sick when someone opened a pack of cheese and onion crisps. Huzzah. Still! It was a wonderful chance for me to take great pictures and to improve on my editing work.
We started our trip by driving through Oughterard and Maam Cross and then up to Leeaun and Killary Harbour. I took a series of shots of the fjord that I stitched into a spectacular panorama of the harbour.
I spent more time messing with lighting and colouring than I did with stitching as the day was so bloody overcast and dull. Ah well, the consensus on the photo so far was that it was frakking great.
After that, it was up the high road and over to Cong, where travel sickness struck. Smells make me sick. Exhaust fumes, alchohol, tobacco and especially bloody cheese and onion crisps will have me puking. No more need be said.
We stopped to allow me to get some air and I took the opportunity to take more shots of Lough Mask that I stitched into another great panorama. After more misadventure we reached Cong and spent a good two hours wandering around the grounds of Ashford Castle, as is our want. Its a spectacularly beautiful place when the weather was good, which is wasn’t. As it was, all of my photos from there were mostly muck, bar one.
And that was my last week.
Oh yes, go watch the The IT Crowd. Now.