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Another Great Gift Idea: “Lucky Mojo Head” With 4 Odors
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Apologies, mates. Missed an important date.
The four in front are not Irish, but the back three are. Just sayin’.
I bet the Erins go Bleaugh within the hour.
On the other hand, this is pretty cool.
There are a few remaining holed stones in Ireland. There is one in Co. Antrim and in Co. Louth and lucky for me there’s one in my native Co. Cork! This is the Ballyroon standing stone which is situated in West Cork on the Sheep’s Head road. This imposing stone is 2.25 metres in height unfortunately it is not standing and is only propped up on a smaller stone. The most striking feature is the beautifully carved round hole which runs through the stone. According to a local historian
The hole in the stone is narrow on one side and wide on the other. The man had a bigger hand and he put his hand through the wide side and the woman put her hand through the narrow side. They made their promises when they put their hands through the stone.
[1st image found in here; 2nd image with description found here. Previous St. Patrick’s Day posts here.]
My favorite Irish song is Nell Flaherty’s Drake for various reasons. Here’s the tune:
Stay safe driving home tomorrow so you can still wake up on Wednesday and call in to work stupid.
“Percolatin’ Blues” courtesy of Smoking Time Jazz Club.
Grampa Eliot sings the truth.
Doreen’s Jazz is entirely awesome.
Have a great weekend, folks, remember the Presidents who afforded us our freedoms and those who assist in taking them away, and be back here tomorrow for more stuff.
This image encapsulates everything I ever felt about Saint Valentine’s Day when I was that age.
“Yeah. I kinda like you. I like you a lot. I love you. Kinda. Now go away. Now come back. I still like you. Kinda. Don’t tell anybody. I hate you. Okay, not. Sorta. Go away. Come here. Yeah, I kinda like you.”
[Image and story found here, and it had nothing to do with Saint Valentine’s Day until now. Click on the image for full effect.]
All that’s missing is a blood-spurting aorta sticking out of her temple. [Found in here.]
If you’re a battler or a conch with too much yakka, don’t be a drongo. Knock up your mates, grab a slab of coldies and chuck a sickie.
[Posted on 26 January, Midnight New South Wales Time. Image from here.]
Day / Month / Year; Hour: Minute: Second.
Date + Time palindrome.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEEPS!
[Update: 2015 in binary is a numerical palindrome: 11111011111.]