Ireland

Well, I am now settled in Ireland and will resume regular updates with sporadic drawings.
To bring you all up to speed, I am living in Dublin (not Galway as previously hoped--apparently, they are like a gazillion young foreigners there taking the kind of jobs that Bill and I would be after). Bill and I are living in a lovely and central flatshare. It is an orange cottage with hardwood floors, a garden, and two bathrooms. Very luxurious. We are living with an Irish couple, Naoimh and Andrew, a French girl, Emilie, and a Spanish guy, Diego. They all seem very nice so far. We moved in Saturday.
And yesterday Bill and I both started work. Temping. In seperate places. But it's fantastic as we get weekends off!!! So if anyone has any visit Ireland suggestions, pass them on! My plan is a trip every 3 weeks.
In any case, the Irish are truly as fantastic as everyone says they are. I have never been in a friendlier country. Seriously, you can't so much as look at a map without someone volunteering to help you. Already I have had more conversations about actual things with the Irish than I did in my entire time in London with the British. Of course, that could be because I am living with an Irish couple, but whatever. These people are chatty and nosy. I love them.
Also, they line up at bus stops which is adorable. I have chosen to illustrate this.

5 minute tipsy blog post...

So, to wrap things up! am currently done working in London, moving to Ireland on Tuesday. Am getting paid for the first time in my life for not working, do I ever love holiday entitlement!!!
My family visited Saturday to Thursday which was really nice. Highlights include Tropicana at the Shunt Vaults and Apple Crumble at St. Martin in the Fields.
Monday I saw Wilco for free and got free beer afterwards which made me feel like a real poseur but was cool anyhow.
Today, the weather is beautiful in London and I spent the afternoon in a canalside pub! Perfect!
Also, I saw the Joseph Beuys show, which was pretty damn good. Not everything stood out, but there were a few pieces that were capable of knocking one's socks off. Caravaggio this weekend!

Indications that I won't like you.

Note- This blog post is inspired by a comment left by Bogdan on Stefanie's blog.

Those of you that know me know that I am filled with hate and rage. I will now provide an abridged version of things that make a person hate-worthy.

-People that won't eat spicy foods. This shows a lack of character and adventuresomeness. You don't have to love spicy food, but you have to try it. No going out for Thai and asking the waitress to tell you which one isn't spicy.
-Women (or men, for that matter) with excessively long hair. Excessively long for women means anything longer than mid-back. This shows a fear of change.
-Excessively long fingernails. This is impractical. This shows that you prioritize beauty over practicality. However, this argument does not under any circumstances apply to footwear.

These are the big three. However, there are more and I will proceed.

-People that wear excessive jewelry, particularly rings. Generally speaking, more than 2-3 rings are too many.
-Men that freely show their armpit hair when not engaging in athletic activity. Strangely enough, female armpit hair is not nearly as offensive.
-People that are louder than me.
-People that are more melodramatic than me. These two are why I rarely, if ever, like theatre people.
-People that touch their bare or stockinged feet in public.
-Men that wear plastic, athletic inspired sandals. It's not male feet that are the problem, but those damn sport sandals that I find completely repulsive.
-People that leave closet doors open.
-People that do not like Sex and the City.
-People that say Sarah Jessica Parker is ugly.
-People that unashamedly like things that are marketed for their demographic. For instance, Garden State, David Sedaris, etc. for the majority of my readership, I'd imagine. Again, theoretically there is nothing wrong with liking these things (I haven't read/seen them), but just be aware that it's you that they are trying to make love it.
-People that love Wes Anderson or Quentin Tarantino. Not that they haven't made good movies, but I won't abide by adulation. See above for my reasoning behind this.
-People that do not like Madonna or equivalent 80s pop (as if there is any). Lighten up for chrissakes.
-People that make snotty noises while watching reality television or equivalent mindless programming. Again, chill.
-People that cannot go a day without showering, make up, or similar activities. This does not apply to brushing one's teeth, which is essential.
-People that do not like baseball. Obviously this only applies to North Americans, Caribbeans and Japanese, as the rest of the world remains largely unconverted.
-Women (and men, really) that won't call themselves feminists. Either you are horribly ill-informed or a total dick. Either way, I probably don't like you.

The list could go on and on. These, however, are the majors. Obviously, a person can win my affections if they possess a few of these traits. And of course, I left off the political hatreds, as this was meant to be a bit funny and there is nothing funny about voting for Bush.
But now I have to go back to work, which is where I do my best hating.

Yawn.

Well, blah. Not a lot worth updating about at the moment. The problem is this crap job, it sucks the life force right out of me. BUT the good news is that Friday is my last day working in the UK, then my mom and brothers will be here, and I will have a week off to play before moving on to Ireland.
This job is so draining that I cannot even be bothered to take the stamped and addressed postcards out of my purse and into the mailbox that I walk by several times a day.
However, Monday I got my haircut and that is really exciting. The lady that cut my hair looked a lot like Little Bo Peep but she sure knew what she was doing! I feel pounds lighter and am literally £40 lighter... my most expensive haircut by far but, I think, worth it. It's my first grown-up haircut, albeit grown-up in that hip London way. No more twee bobs or scraggly ends for me, oh no, I am all piecey and layered and sophisticated. In fact, yesterday 3 people stopped and asked me for directions, probably because I look so worldly. Or they just wanted to get into my pants. Who can say?

A poll!

So, I've been a little lazy about the updating lately. This is because I have a new job that keeps me busy hating others. I am doing 'data entry.' This really blows. But alas, it's just for a week and the pay is acceptable, so I can be brave.
So, no pictures because Paint doesn't look like Excel or Access. Blogger is a bit sneakier.
Bill and I had a lovely time in Glasgow, but it was not touristy enough so I couldn't EVEN FIND a dorky tee-shirt for Bill. They have a necropolis in Glasgow, which is strange. Like a cemetery, but better! Not as exciting as a crypt, to be sure, but with a better name.
In other news, two exhibitions have just come to London that I can't decide whether I should go to them or not. One, at the Tate Modern, Joseph Beuys. The other, at the National Gallery, Caravaggio. Now of course I want to go to both, but they cost approximately £8 each! That's like $15! And the thing is, I saw a lot of Caravaggio in Italy, so it will probably be a lot of repeats for me. Not that one can ever have too much Caravaggio, especially when you are filled with hate like I currently am. Joseph Beuys, on the other hand, I'm not sure if I even really like. I don't know very much about him. However, if I saw this exhibition, I would know for sure!
So, to keep things fun for my readers, I have made a poll. Please take it!

What should Bill and I do?

Both Beuys Caravaggio Neither

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Hopefully, next week I will be happily bored at work so I can draw you more pictures.