Oy oy oy

Ack, need to update this more often. The Autumn feeling about the place is making my brain think of hibernation, I reckon. Mmm, hibernation…. Wake me up for Christmas…

Sib 2 is recovering after being beaten up last Friday night, not too much damage done, thank God. A gash on the head, a fat lip, and a bruised ego, mainly. I’m not sure which is more disturbing, that this is happening pretty much every night on the streets of Dublin, or that a lot of the time, it happens for no reason at all. He wasn’t mugged, he didn’t provoke them, all they wanted to do was beat somebody up. Scumbags. And once again, my opinion of the Gardaí takes a plunge – two of them walked past him, saw the blood on his face, and turned away. Just add them to the list of cops that shrug their shoulders, steal evidence, intimidate people and take their number off their shoulder before they beat the crap out of someone in a holding cell. Modern Ireland, eh?

On a happier note, I turn one year older this week. Oh wait, that’s not happy, that’s more crap!

Look at this. Makes me think about each minute, instead of counting the years.

http://www.humanclock.com/clock.php