Happy New Year

Contrary to popular opinion I did not spend the last 3 days hungover. I was actually busy. Well, with some non work related work. But its for charity so its all for a good cause. I am nearly finished the DLL revamp, thank god. It took a lot longer then expected as there were various pages and styles that didn't work with the design. I need to send it off to the lovely ladies of the DLL for sign off and then we can go live. Its onto my next project next which is taking a lot more work then I thought. The development side at any rate, I haven't had a chance to catch up with the designer yet. Also, because I have the attention span of a goldfish at the moment, I have already started work on another site, purely for myself. As 2008 is designated the year of the potato and I appear to be living on this site, http://www.potato2008.org/en/potato/index.html myself and a few others decided to do an irish take on it. Thankfully I have a contact who can provide all the content, someone to oversee the project and all I need now is a designer and we are in business. There's so much information out there that we can use its great. The site should come together no problem once we know our angle seeing as the fab potato2008 website has covered a lot of it.


This picture makes me laugh. For a number of reasons, the main one being the context it was being used over in Gaire. Someone , and isn't there always someone was trying and suceeding to be dramatic and one of the users just posted that in response. I mean, fab response. Although I don't think we might get away with it. Well, some of our users might, the team certainly wouldn't. Although perhaps. Things have lightened up a lot in the last 6 months
and there is less of a dramatic element in the site. I say less, because expierence has thought me that whereever there are gay people, there will be drama. Its one of the few constants one can rely on. Not that I think us gays have all the rights when it comes to drama. I've seen a fair few of our friends in the straight community also throw the drama queen hissy fit but no-one does it quite as well as the friends of Dorothy or so I like to think. Anyhew I digress. Its a great response to any bshit that people throw at you and if that doesn't lighten the mood then you've not only got a drama queen on your hands, but a queen bitch :) And I say that with love.

It started to snow today. There was about a 15 minute discussion with my workmates as to whether it was actually snow or not. I'm unsure what other definition they might have for white flakes falling gently from the sky but you never know with these people. I love snow. It just looks so peaceful. I can do without the cold though. My word was it freezing this morning. I was wrapped from head to toe and still the cold managed to wangle its way into my pockets and freeze my hands. Thankfully I have learned from yesterday that many layers should be worn to work because someone people have this freaky idea of turning on the air condition when the temperature is barely climbing above 5 degrees. They are also the same people who walk past in shorts. In January. I hope they were enroute to the gym.
Or were australian. Otherwise there was no valid explanation for it.

Thankfully its Thursday, with the new year at the start of the week its thrown my calendar all out of sorts. New Years eve was fab, spent with Mammy2 even if we were both a bit sick. We were supposed to catch up with the mate J and her gf and also the mate S and her boyf, but we stayed put in the Morrison and rang in the new year by ourself. When I say rang in the new year in the Morrison, I do of course mean, there was some slight murmurings around 11.59ish, the mere ghost of a mention of a countdown followed by some polite air kisses and a golf clap. These people don't do countdowns, for heaven's sake. Its the Morrison dahling. Well, we did a countdown and managed a quick kiss without drawing any unwanted attention. It was a great night. There followed a drunken conversation with the sister which was great fun. She was having a mighty time at some party where you pay in a certain amount and can have as much beer as you want. From the sounds of her hangover the following day, she did take as much as she could fit in her small titch body! Tomorow I have vowed to do some of my day job work as I know the boss is going to arrive in next week and I will have nothing done. Because I was busy doing work for charity which I'm pretty sure he won't be overly impressed by.

The kid and her man swung by the apartment yesterday to pick up a bill and a letter to say she was living with me. For the social welfare. Apparently the other ones hadn't been processed. I only hope this doesn't mean she get's no backpay. She will go mad. I can't believe that unless she had went up they wouldn't have mentioned it and she would be still waiting. What a crock. She was in good form despite having the worse PMT ever apparently. They were heading to the cinema to see I am Legend. As to when we shall see her again, god only knows. I asked her if she wanted to come to our true life movie night. She arched an eyebrow and muttered something about being busy. And I hadn't even told her the date.