Mark Grealish

the life and code of a crazy cat man


me

No to everything

I did an online quiz. Rabble rabble, power to the people.

New Home, New Life

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The Ascent of Carrickgollogan

And by the title, what I mean is that I walked over the Scalp, summited the mighty Carrickgollogan, visited the ruined earthenworks of Ballycorus, and thence descended to Cherrywood. The walk was straightforward (some bits up, other bits down), the weather unpredictable, and my thoughts strange. Eadaoin and I are in the middle of a […]

Beautiful Mark, Beautiful Galway

:3 After last night spent with Jennifer, I had lunch with mum in Galway, then wandered the city for the evening. The weather was glorious. I miss Galway, I miss home.

Always Grouchy

Taken at Blackrock, Dublin.

2016

Listos version: Lots happened, more yet to come. Stay tuned.

Typing right is hard

Something something legacy shoulder injury, proper ten-fingered touch typing is hard. I type fast in a ten-fingered style, but it is weird and left-dominant. Correctly keeping both hands on the home row is hard. Grumble.

Nucleosynthesis

There are times when I envy what gods give to their believers: a sense of identity and place in life, and a higher power you can call on in times of need. I grew up with a growing realisation that the godstuff made no sense. I’m logical and literal and limited by my fundamental lack […]

Hacker Mark v2005

Sure what else did you expect when I had a shit battlestation?

Hackerstation v2005

You can just feel the Linux dripping off those nicotine-stained walls. Yeah, fuck parents who smoke in their own home.

Hello Newry, Goodbye Newry

I came, I mailed, I left. To paraphrase the problem: An Post will not accept any package with a battery or electronic device inside. No way, no how. Except when such a package comes in from outside the country, and then they’ll happily deliver it. But An Post still won’t accept such a package for […]

<3 Gentle Monday night cuddles with Cookie <3

My kitty cat loves me so. :3

Mindey Blindey

My life since the Autumn of Autism has become a chain “oh, huh” moments, little pieces of self-discovery that flow one into the next. Put together, they outline a substantial blindness in myself, of myself. It’s a thing called alexithymia, where I don’t know what I feel, when I feel it, even though I still […]

Diptych at Knocksink Woods

I mean it this time

That’ll be the title of my autobiography: I Mean It This Time: A lifetime of apologies from my strange self. The diagnosis turned me into some kind of quantum special snowflake. ASD flags me as a Tumblr-grade special snowflake, but at the same the stress of my stress is boring and ordinary. I wrote the […]

Holy shit, two thousand posts!

This post will be the two thousandth on my blog, give or take. I want it to serve as a bridge between the eleven years of ups and downs in my life behind me, and the bright and unknown future ahead. Eadaoin pointed out to me that, yes, I threw up other retrospectives in the […]

Moody me

Taken by Eadaoin in Brussels, Belgium.

Lough Glenicmurrin

I close my eyes now, and open them two years ago. The sun is on my face. There are only two colours in the world, green and blue. Water laps, insects buzz, and the wind sighs soft in my ear. The only things I see are the lake, the mountains, and my friends. Eadaoin’s by […]

Literally Markour

Eadaoin asked for urban exploration, for parkour and excitement. I have no idea why she giggled at me when I delivered.

Aged 35.25

Nobody told me how hard it is to be an adult. When I fucked off out of school at eighteen with the dregs of a Leaving Certificate clutched in hand, there were no expectations laid down. Like, I was a graduate fuck-up whom no college or university would touch. I fucked around for six months […]

Manly Sugarloaf selfie

I have it, so eh, why not flaunt it?

Selfies from the roof of the world

And this during our ‘conquest’ of Knocknarea.

Looking for Zen in all the wrong places

I subscribe to the idea that we are the byproduct of a dumb, deterministic universe, although I stop stop of acceptance of full-on causal determinism. Everything, everywhere came about because the physical constants of the universe all permit stuff to happen. Worlds form, stars fuse hydrogen and galaxies fly away from one another into the […]

That one time when I was the headline of an Irish Times article

Luas strike: Getting a bus like ‘The Hunger Games’ Mark Grealish, Windy Arbour, said his previous experience of getting the bus during a strike was like “The Hunger Games” and “way too hard”.

I have the flu

Influenza, the black death, the red death, greyscale, galloping crotch rot, cooties, leporsy. Call it what you will, death is nigh.

I think we were burgled

I’m confused as fuck. On Wednesday our lodger reported that €150 missing from her wardrobe. On Thursday I discovered somebody had stolen from my change jar. They took only the €1 and €2 coins. On Friday, after a lot of talk, our lodger reported this to the Gardai. We had a 10pm visit from two […]

Nonstop 5k run!

In January I got sick of being fat. All around me, clear to see, were middle-aged (45-60) year old people who didn’t take care of themselves. Most of my ex-wife’s family struggle with being overweight; diabetes is ubiquitous and even my ex-wife is seriously obese. My dad died of an asthma attack at 63 which […]

Saturday out

Alanna and Casey came down last night. What a night it was! We had coffee in Clement & Pekoe, sushi and ramen next door in Kokoro and a round of pints at the Brew Dock. Then we went back to Dundrum for homebrewed mead on the couch. On Talbot Street saw two scumbags fighting (or […]

So now I have to fucking type again anways

I bought a mechanical keyboard: the Vortex POK3R/Poker 3 keyboard. I mean, I sit at a desk and type six hours per day, five or six days out of any seven. A keyboard is my tool as much as a plumber uses a wrench, and my work-provided Magic Keyboard it shit. It controls the Mac […]

I was ordered to write

From on high an order has given unto me: I need to blog more. Okay, sure, fine, whatever. Here we are. Most of the real meaty content on this blog came out of my personal pain. A few years ago, shit blew up on me, I had a breakdown, and I poured it out here. […]