My cube buddy. Although at the moment he's not my cube buddy because he keeps asking about session management which I'm totally getting confused with once again.

Ever feel like you're being dragged down by a huge weight? I need to get drunk again.

So the votes were counted and I turned up 9 short. I guess in a way I'm a little disappointed that I didn't make it. It would have been fun. I really don't have anything to be disappointed about though because most of the active hackers voted for me. I have never felt so much love. Although, then again, it could have been my 'sun.COM' domain.

I finally moved into my new desk, which is really a huge improvement. Nobody can see what I'm doing anymore and it was a chance to remove all the old cruft that has been lying about on my desk. I even have a new chair. My life is so exciting sometimes. I can even see outside now. The bad thing is that I have to share a cube with Mark and Stephen and that they will probably throw things at me when they see me doing no work.

Just before I was getting into a routine, they left and my life is quiet and pointless once more. I celebrated with another Guinness.

Today was Guinness brewery day. The whole of the Guinness advertising campaign bases itself around the perfect pint....but you know, sometimes I think they are right.

Slept. Missed Alan's talk. Went straight to pub. Did not pass 'GO', did not collect $200.

Guinness is good for you. It just has adverse effects on the human body.

Recipe for hangovers -
Take a measure of Telsa, Alan, Anders, Mikael, Richard, Mike and Julian, add a sprinkling of Irish hackers, soak in 8 pints of Guinness and leave to stand for 3 days.

The invasion has begun. Be on the lookout for strange people like these. If seen the suspect should be approached with extreme caution.

"bum-chicka-bow-bow...its my little porn song i sing" - Suzanna Smith. To think we actually let these people have responsibilities and stuff...scarey.

What happened to our innocence?...when we grow old, we see too much, care about too much detail, think too deep....but we end up not seeing, not caring and not thinking...

Things are getting quite hectic in work. We get to move desks soon which should be the highlight of that week. I even get the fortune of having a window seat and hidden behind the first half of the cube. Life just couldn't be better.

I brought my parents out to dinner this evening. It was good seeing them again. They are the same contrary pair that I left when I moved out. I love them to pieces.

Every evening I cycle the same way home from work. Making sure I pass certain billboards but until this evening I really never noticed the skyline. It's really so untypical of a Dublin skyline...Dublin has entered ancient Egypt.

Another weekend of sitting around the flat taking it easy. Hacked a little on GNOME. Upset Jeff some by sending him patches to the release engineering web stuff he's been working on. Went out and bought a scanner, which I failed miserably to work on linux, but scanned some slides of Climbing in Romania from the M$ machine - I haven't completely got the hang of it yet but I'm happy enough with it. It's been nice sitting at home doing what I feel like doing.

I think I've shifted timezone this weekend. Didn't go to sleep until 4:30am both nights..and slept until about 2pm. Beds are really the center of the universe....or, at least, my life.

I am bitter. I am bitter because the weather is shit. I am bitter because the weather is shit and I won't be able to view the meteor shower that almost everyone else in the world gets to enjoy.

Today's fruits of my labour was in total a 10 line patch to ditem which I spent a good 6 hours working on. I also re-took the Boob Job picture...which was the single most important thing I have done all week.

#swedesex. Coming to a flat near you..

Did you ever have one of those days when you fee like this??...

You're never too old....

There is a man in Dublin city who plays the accordian for the whole day and sits on a beer crate. He has a sign saying 'No Music. No Life'. This is so perfect, so true, so real. So this evening I played the guitar.

Slept until 1pm. This is what weekends should be about. Sleep. It is good. In fact, it is the best thing since draft Guinness. Man, whoever created sleep [most likely God I guess], they must be sitting on a potential goldmine.

Slept until 12pm. Walked around Dublin city. Ate for a while. Got rid of all the empty cans and bottles to the recycling bins. Just another really boring day in a really boring life.

I cut my hair and now I am not blonde anymore. I am miserable. I think I will buy some bleach tomorrow.

We have the strangest pubs in Ireland...

I hate giving up beer for one reason...Camera starts being in focus in pubs.

We had a totally active DIY session in the flat. We removed the really annoying squeakey hinges in the doors because it's been bugging us for ages and ages. Those pesky hinges are on serious springs so extra precautions were used in removing them. I was horrified that the WD-40 didn't do the job - but I'm thrilled that we removed them. The last hour was spent just opening and closing doors with big grins on our faces. Simple pleasures.

I look at this building in our campus each evening when I come out of the office. I wish our building looked like this.

Climbing is a funny thing. People grow beards - I can't stand beards...but maybe Eoin does look good in a beard.

Climbing is a funny thing. I prefer these holds [crimps]...

to these holds [jugs]...

Climbing is a funny thing. You become very obsessive about your climbing and angry when you don't climb very well. Today I am angry because my camera doesn't like the climbing colours. I really must read the camera booklet at *least* once.

So today I decided to fix one of the squeakey door handles in my flat because it's been totally bugging me for months now. I even used my can of WD-40 which even says 'Stops Squeaks' on the can. It worked amazingly well once I took off the handle and gave it a good squirt with the spray can. I even attached the directable red straw to the nozzle for extra accuracy against the squeak. I think I will endevour to fix the other handles at the weekend because I'm finding this DIY stuff really therapeutic.

So Domhnall decided to wake me up at 9:30am on a Sunday morning to get me climbing. It was actually a really super day, notching up 3 new E1's between us.

Dublin announced their new light rail network due for 2003 called Luas. I think they are on schedule but I'm quite sure they only started it today.

Woke up with a hangover. I managed to last 3 days on my alcohol fast. Man, I'm a lamer. Back off the beer again - we'll see how long it lasts. Only good for some shopping, chai latte drinking and peking special stir fry eating today.

Today actually was quite a horrible day and the strange thing was that it took some layoffs to get everyone social again and out to a pub all together. So we all drank from 2pm and left the pub sometime around 2am.

The morning after the night before and there wasn't even sectarian violence in sight.

I feel the need to express my feelings about my sandwiches. Today was definitely not a good sandwich day. I moved from my standard bagette for the simple reason of having a properly formed, easily maintainable and durable sandwich [something which can't happen from the unqualified sandwich makers that the campus shop insists in employing].

To my utter disgust, they didn't even cut right the way through the sandwich, so titlehough quite nicely formed [and the startling discovery of *4* slices of pastrami] I was left in a bewildered state of a half cut sandwich, knowing not what to do with myself. If I ever get to some sort of position of power, I will demand that all sandwich makers must join a guild and pass their sandwich making diploma.

Every household should have a can of this, if only for the novelty factor.