Monday, March 17, 2014

It's Paddy's Day You Feckers.

That's right- like every other North American, Irish-wannabe wanker I'm drinking Guinness and whiskey. Being that I lived in Ireland for some time I at least do it in class- it's not green and the whiskey's Canadian because lets' face it, Irish whiskey generally sucks. So if you're swilling green beer in some shit 'pub' and pounding the Jamesons here's a clue- we made fun of you in Ireland on Paddy's day so take that stupid green frilly hat off and relax with a proper drink. There, I feel better now. One-and-a half Guinness and I turn in to a right gobshite don't I?

Last time at this year I was getting ready to head to a wedding in Ireland, and this year we are on the move once again. For all my cyber-stalker out there who are obviously gutted I haven't posted in months, I'll fill you in as quickly as possible. I took a new position with the Slave Drivers in a new town four-ish hours away. As an added bonus we're also buying our first house (not provided by the Slave Drivers) because the new Outpost has a lower cost of living. We are still getting by on one income so buying here in a real city was out of the question unless we fancied living in a gang-tagged crack den. And that's crack, not craic for the Irish-savvy.

In two weeks then, we are once again packing up and heading out though to be fair in order to entice me to the middle of nowhere the Slave Drivers have purchased a transport caravan so someone else will have the pleasure of packing and moving my worldly goods whilst I sit in a hotel room waiting for it all to be over. Except for canned goods. They won't take any liquids because they will freeze in our artic clime and they can't be responsible for ruining all our food. Instead we have to throw it away or donate it to a food bank or something. My vote is to try to eat it all. Yum, let's all have another helping of jam and beans with a side of random hot sauce.

So food, dogs, fish, kids, and any liquid not there-in included gets left behind. Well, not really. The dogs are being kenneled and delivered, the fish have been re-homed and the kid is coming with. I've grown quite attached to New Mouth To Feed so I've decided to keep her and possibly create another. Yikes.

My life is very different, to say the least. New responsibility both in and out of work means that how I use my free time is changing dramatically. My gaming is shifting to mobile platforms. I am still playing a lot of games, but now it's almost exclusively Sol Forge due to it's accessibility on PC, Ipad, and Iphone. I can get my fix anytime, anywhere...yes, even on the toilet so que up suckers! I estimate I've played over 2,000 games thus far and it's still a lot of fun and all for free! I've only put $20 into the game during their 50% off sale. I've not turned cheap, I just think their pricing model is the most ludicrously expensive I have ever seen and unless they add lube and condoms to their virtual trading card packs, I'm not spending much more.

Right so, let's keep this short. We have pints to drink, green or otherwise, and New Mouth To Feed has finally fell asleep so I'm off to spend some time with She Who Will Be Named Later. I leave you with this, a great Irish-sung song written by an American about Ireland, that me and my daughter dance to quite regularly. Her mom and I were married in Galway and we gave her an Irish name so I felt it was fitting that she knows what proper Irish craic is all about.

This song was recorded in an Irish Pub, a real pub, without the expectation it would become a mega-hit on You Tube. This is how the pub sessions were- fun and laid back. I often miss that so much sometimes, oh and do please note the lack of green beer and fecking ridiculous leprecaun outfits.

A grand soft day indeed. Enjoy!