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To many people marriage is just piece of paper. To others, marriage is a partnership built on trust. But to a select group of our population, marriage is an unobtainable privilege, a right denied.

In truth, marriage is more than a piece of paper, it also acts as form of protection. It can keep a family together as they attempt to immigrate. It can mean the difference between sitting at your loved ones bedside in their final hours or sitting in the corridor. Marriage can’t stop you losing a loved one to ill health, but it can stop you losing your children to Social Services after your partner has passed away.

Statistics suggest that there are just under 25,000 gay, lesbian and bisexual people in Ireland. In reality, this is probably an underestimation. Twenty-five thousand people, most of whom, live in fear of having no rights.

A law against people of a certain skin colour or people over a certain age marrying, would be blatant discrimination. Whether you agree with homosexuality or not, I hope that you can at least acknowledge this:

Sexual orientation is one of nine forms of discrimination that this country recognises as unlawful. According to The Equality Authority of Ireland, "Discrimination is defined as the treatment of a person in a less favourable way than another person is, has been or would be treated in a comparable situation on any of the nine grounds."

You are heterosexual: You can marry any consenting adult that you wish.

You are homosexual: You are not entitled to marry.

This is discrimination, and we need your help.


1. Sign the petition at www.thepetitionsite.com/1/gay...

2. Tell the government you support the equal right to marriage

3. Tell others to do the same.

4. Give yourself a pat on the back www.marriagequality.ie/action/

Rules of Work

 1.  Never give me work in the morning.   Always wait until 4:00 and then bring it to me.  The challenge of a deadline is refreshing.


2.  If it's really a rush job, run in and interrupt me every 10 minutes to inquire how it's going.  That helps.  Or even better, hover behind me, advising me at every keystroke.


3.  Always leave without telling anyone where you're going.  It gives me a chance to be creative when someone asks where you are.


4.  If my arms are full of papers, boxes, books, or supplies, don't open the door for me.  I need to learn how to function as a paraplegic and opening doors with no arms is good training in case I should ever be injured and lose all use of my limbs.


5.  If you give me more than one job to do, don't tell me which is priority.  I am psychic.


6.  Do your best to keep me late.  I adore this office and really have nowhere to go or anything to do.  I have no life beyond work.


7.  If a job I do pleases you, keep it a secret.  If that gets out, it could mean a promotion.


8.  If you don't like my work, tell everyone.  I like my name to be popular in conversations.  I was born to be whipped.


9.  If you have special instructions for a job, don't write them down. In fact, save them until the job is almost done.  No use confusing me with useful information.


10.  Never introduce me to the people you're with.  I have no right to know anything.  In the corporate food chain, I am plankton.  When you refer to them later, my shrewd deductions will identify them.


11.  Be nice to me only when the job I'm doing for you could really change your life and send you straight to managers' hell.


12.  Tell me all your little problems.   No one else has any and it's nice to know someone is less fortunate.  I especially like the story about having to pay so much tax on the bonus check you received for being such a good manager.


13.  Wait until my yearly review and THEN tell me what my goals SHOULD have been. Give me a mediocre performance rating with a cost of living increase. I'm not here for the money anyway.

Remember Pat Neary?

The man who should have been aware of Anglo-Irish Bank Chairman Sean FitzPatrick effectively loaning himself millions of euro!

The man who should have known what was going on in the banks and stopped it.

He claimed he knew nothing about the Anglo Irish loans, but his staff had uncovered the matter months earlier. It seems unlikely to me that Pat Neary just forgot to do anything about it.  Well, if he was keeping quiet, it seems his silence has been rewarded...

With a €630,000 secret payoff.  Here's the breakdown:

€202,000 for...   ...we have no idea.
€428,000 for...   ...basically for retiring, that's what they're telling us anyway.
'Oh, you going Pat? Take this money with you will you?  It's cluttering up the place.'

Plus an annual pension of
€142,670. Now, if you'll excuse me, I feel ill after typing all that...

Firstly let's establish the fact that the term 'mid-life crisis' is out-dated and misleading.  Define Mid-life?  Don't think about life expectancies for males or females in this or that country.  Stop halving them and think about the ridiculous task that's just been laid before you.  You've just been asked to establish the appropriate time in a persons life for them to have a crisis!  That's insane!  If you planned the bloody thing it wouldn't exactly be a bloody crisis would it!  Surely if we knew it was coming it wouldn't have quite the same effect? It has to sneak up on you somehow.

"Mr. President, we have a crisis situation at the pentagon."  "What? But that's not supposed to be until Thursday! Tell me your joking? But I haven't prepared, we haven't even got any biscuits to offer the damn thing!"

And let's face it, human beings thrive on personal crises, without them there'd be no middle-aged gin-drinking women in the world. In fact, there'd be no gin.  There'd be no books called 'Feel the whatever and do whatever anyway' or 'Give yourself a mental hug'.  In fact, there'd be no Mind Body & Soul section in any book store in the world.  Or if there were there'd only be one book and it'd be called 'Piss it all up a tree'.

Without crises, America would be a very different place.  The whole country is run on crises of various kinds. Personal crises for example.  And when I say personal crisis, I mean some or all of the symptoms that make up what we do normally call a Mid-life crisis. That feeling of having been disenfranchised by the world in some way.

People turn on the telly only to be told just how fat they are by a steely-abed woman who invokes this mini-personal crisis that makes the person want to buy the stupid machine the talking six-pack is selling.  Of course the bloody machine takes so much time and energy to assemble that they just eat hamburgers and listen to Kenny Rogers instead.  Until the next talking abdomen comes along, with the next super solution.  These people are just propelled along in their lives being thrown from one little crisis to another while reminded how shit they are.

Then America uses political crises to pump the citizens full of fear and then sucks the fear back out of them at it's convenience after which fear is siphoned through underground pipes of many colours and converted into electricity.  That hasn't actually been proven yet, but I'm working on a thing with a guy and oh it's all very complicated, you wouldn't understand [trails off speaking nonsense].

So you see, the whole
Mid-life crisis thing is crap.  Absolute crap.  Because we've been asking the same questions of ourselves and everyone else almost our entire lives.  We've just gotten taller, more frustrated and people have started to listen to us.

Of course I write this because I am mid-crisis (though I keep saying I'll cut down, they're very fattening and they stunt your growth).  Why?  Because of my job. I love my job but I'm actually losing money. I mean I'm haemorrhaging money from my arse at this stage.  Not because I live an expensive lifestyle where I bathe in champagne, dry off with fine imported silks and then go to bed amid a pleasure-symphony of Egyptian cottons with boutique chocolates falling out of every orifice in my upper body.  No!  I assure this is not the case. I simply cannot afford to do that anymore!

I'm losing money because the 'bosses' playing dress up in their big boy suits, draped in gold from head to Italian-leather-clad-toe seem to think I can work for next to nothing and live under a counter in the staff canteen, clutching at morsels dropped by other employees, whispering 'My precious! Mine, all mine!' whenever I get hold of somebody else's disregarded sandwich crust.

So I'm losing money. And everywhere I look the media reminds me of all the things that could possibly make a human being feel unattractive. And all the things you do to make yourself feel better about these things either cost (holiday, new clothes, I don't know) or contain calories (cake, cake or cake with a bit of cake on top). So why don't I quit? Because heaven and Fás know there are few jobs out there and so do I.  What if things pick up again and my hours increase again? What if things pick up but I gave up my job and some bloody whore get's my job? Although the likelihood of a prostitute also specialising in human resources does seem slim.

At the root of all this though, what makes it a crisis instead of just a cocktail of stress-and-looming-debt  is the quandary:  Why, why me?  Why do these people think I can live on air and dirty sandwich crusts?  But not Tom or Dick or Harry?  Oh yes, because I have no children, I'm female and I'm younger than Tom, Dick and Harry (who are getting on in years).  Now I'm not just throwing in the 'They're all sexist, chauvinistic pigs' card and I agree that not having any children right now is a big saving. But...

My employer is a man who respects other men.  There are 5 male managers and ONE female manager who happens to be a personal friend of my man-respecting boss.  In fact, every man in the office sector is a manager, every female (bar one) is 'clerical' staff.  So I'm asking myself, when will I be taken seriously by my employer? At current I work for 10% the average salary for my semi-skilled job, so what can be done to make my employer view me for my ability and performance instead of my age and gender?

It's like  a constant repetition of that feeling you get when a man takes something pathetically lightweight from you or lifts it for you, in case it's too heavy for your little feminine frame.  Most men mean well and think it's gentlemanly.  But the truth is, we'd all be fairly screwed if we were that delicate.  In this day and age where you can't leave your drink unnattended for 2 minutes or walk home unacompanied (men and women alike).  Yet women everywhere know that frustration. And my working day has become seven straight hours of that feeling. And that frustration with being stagnant in my career because of such unjust reasoning is what has me at this crisis point.

I feel awful.  Fuck it.  Where are the champagne and fine silks?

Movies I Watched Tonight

Mr. Brook's - A relatively new thriller.  It will never go down in any Hall of Fame but despite lacking those defining moments that make a classic, Mr. Brook's is a very enjoyable modern day movie.  Unfortunately, that's all it.  Merely a movie, not the next Psycho, no impact  has been made on the future of serial killer movies.  But it has a certain charm and appeal all the same.  A kind of sophistication that is brought by Kevin Costner matched with a dark humour from Costner's alter ego (played by William Hurt).

American Psycho - Watching Patrick Bateman (played by Christian Bale)  kill is like watching a premature ejaculation over and over again. He's sloppy, impulsive and over all he's 'criminally retarded'.  He would love to be considered the clean cut precise kind, but he's just not.  His success in the killing game is through luck alone.  He is small child throwing a tantrum in a room of adults too tall to see him.  A good movie, but if you have any murderous tendencies yourself, you may find Bateman's messy approach frustrating.

The Talented Mr. Ripley - I hate Matt Damon.  I cannot stress the intesity of my dislike for him enough.  HOWEVER in this movie he is fantastic.  It defies all reason but somehow it is true, Matt Damon can act.  Set in 1950's Italy for the most part, the movie is another thriller but this time of a more psychological nature.  Sensing a theme?  Mr. Ripley's talents are this: Lying, Impersonating and Forging signatures.  And he intends to use them.

Thomas Beatie is an ordinary man in many ways. He has the desire to provide for his wife and works hard to fulfil their dream of owning their own home. But then Thomas had to take some time off work – for maternity leave.


Thomas was once Tracy, but now transgendered and legally male he is happily married to Nancy. Nancy, who met her husband before the change, has two grown children from a previous marriage.  However, due to severe endometriosis, Nancy had to undergo a hysterectomy and was unable to carry anymore children. Fortunately, Thomas had kept his female reproductive organs.

Thomas stopped taking his bimonthly testosterone injections. It had been roughly eight years since his menstrual cycle ceased.  But after about four months his body regulated itself, and thus there was no need to take any of the various fertility drugs available or any exogenous estrogen, progesterone, etc.

The potential difficulties of their situation are endless. Many members of Nancy’s family were not aware that her husband was once her girlfriend. The Beatie’s have received quite a lot of opposition and on first researching their experience, one is reminded of the difficulties during and after the coming out process. But the prejudice and ill-treatment suffered by the Beatie’s is much, much worse.

Doctor after doctor refused to treat them, concerned for their reputation or for their religious beliefs. So called ‘Professionals’ within the health care service have refused to refer to Thomas as a male and also refused to recognise Nancy as his wife. Receptionists have laughed at them and possibly the most hurtful of all, family and friends have been unsupportive of the pair as they venture into parenthood.

With so many different doctors turning them down or taking their money only to turn them down in the end, one can only imagine the hopelessness that Thomas and Nancy must have been feeling. On a personal note, my partner  and I will one day begin the journey of parenthood. Being a same sex couple we will face many difficulties in procuring sperm, legal matters and of course finding the money for artificial insemination until it actually works!

I often remark to myself, all this hassle, all that money, for a result that some people can get for 3 minutes of messy, sloppy sex with a stranger (Some may say that’s the price I pay for being gay etc. But the discussion of sexuality as a choice is one for another day). Don’t get me wrong, it’ll be worth it.  I know that I will face a few challenges along the way and so I really look up to the Beatie’s for their unwavering commitment to becoming parents.

The Beatie’s were brought before a psychologist to see if they were fit to bring a child into this world and the case was brought before one hospitals Board of Ethics. All of this, came to another (expensive) dead end. It took over a year for the Beatie’s to get pregnant, for which they used home insemination.

Finally pregnant (with triplets), Thomas had an ectopic pregnancy. It was a life-threatening event that resulted in the loss of all embryos and his right fallopian tube. When his brother found out about the loss, he said, “It’s a good thing that happened. Who knows what kind of monster it would have been.”

The happy ending is here though folks, Thomas gave birth to a baby girl and I believe they also had a second addition to family recently.

Wikipedia was founded by Jimmy Wales in 2001, whether or not he is the sole founded is a matter of dispute (He looks a bit like Christine's husband in ugly Betty, just in case you're interested.).


Jimmy aka Jimbo, is one of many people you research on Wikipedia.  Since it's his site you might think that's a little egotistical - but you'd be so wrong!

It's not all flattering for Jimbo, with quotes from his first wife Pam labelling him as 'evil'. He then remarried and then went on to have a brief relationship with a Canadian Journalist. You can of course, find all this info in full at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_wales


Jimbo seems to be a bit of a philosopher, there's even a reference to Ayn Rand(The Passion of Ayn Rand - Great Movie.  My better half won't watch it though, she finds the selfish self-serving logic unbearable).


Philosopher Larry Sang claims to have had a role in founding Wikipedia, Wales disputes.  Wales even attempted to remove all mention of Larry Sang's claims from his own Wikipedia biography. Now that's dishonesty!


But Wikipedia prevailed! Maintaining honesty! Even it's creator is not safe from the honesty of Wikipedia, it's spotlight of truth knows no bounds! (He must feel like Frankenstein having his creation turn on him!)


Amazingly, even Wikipedia is not safe from it's own ruthless honesty! Visit Wikipedia.org and look up 'Wikipedia' and you'll be given a run through of it's critics arguments!



What's Up?

Hope you had happy happy holidays.  I'm using 'Windows Live Writer' at the moment.  Just testing it out.  In theory, I'll type this up and post it without ever logging on the lj.  Theory.


In reality it won't work that way.  It's like iPhone's and Microsoft Outlook and these other mod cons that don't work unless you pay x amount or have some wiz configure all the settings just so for you.  Not to mention the cursor is hopping around a lot. One minute I'm typing in this paragraph and watching my better half play Wii Golf.  The next minute I look back at the screen and presto. Half of this paragraph is some how in the paragraph above?


Why do they invent this crap? You know, there's days I really hate Bill Gates, I really do.  (Thank God for the Undo button, the entire text just disappeared! Got it back though. And yeah I know it's Bill Gates I should thank for the Undo button, but after what I just said that would be so hypocritical!)


The guy practically owns the world right? And he wants more money? What are you going to do with it Bill? Eat it? He's done a whole host of utterly meaningless advertisements. I mean, totally nonsensical shite! (His software doesn't recognise the word shite. It's almost a word. Kind of.)


He does give a lot to charity.  But only since it was made known that the public opinion was that he should give more, being filthy rich and all. I know that's a shaky argument, and you think I just have it in for poor old Bill.  But if you're not convince that the man can be a petty money grabber yet, read on.


You know how there are laws in America to keep a healthy competition going within the market? You know, to stop anyone company from dominating their market and controlling it and abusing that control. Like say, Coca-Cola putting all their competitors out of business and then hiking their prices up so you have to pay crazy money if you want a bottle of Coke?


Well, it seems ol' Bill violated one or some similar laws in one way or another (Be vague or be sued, that is the question).  So he took to the stand to explain himself before a judge in 1998.

In short, Bill responded to questioning with the term, 'I don't recall' enough times to make the judge laugh.  Things he denied and pleaded ignorant to were blatantly refuted by emails he had sent and received. So there you go, somehow this turned into a rant against Bill Gates. Still, I suppose we owe a lot to Bill.


If it weren't for him and Paul Allen in New Mexico we wouldn't have Microsoft. Did I mention that while Bill was in New Mexico he was hit with a traffic violation? A TRAFFIC VIOLATION? That Monster! That depraved mad man!


Sorry, I just can't stop myself from attacking him while this software keeps pissing me off. Better sign off before I really lose it!

Google Zeitgeist is a wonderful thing!

If you haven't heard of Zeitgeist, go check it out immediately.

It allows you to do all sorts of things, like checking traffic stats for websites and you can then view them in terms of region.

Or seeing whether a particular term has been searched more or less over time. And you can view that by country as well! For example, the term 'Gay' is most frequently searched in Mexico!

It also enables you to view the up and coming search terms are. Here's Ireland over the last 7 days.

With Rising searches like these, are you sure we’re in a recession?






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'Families is where our nation finds hope, where wings take dream.'

'They misunderestimated me.'

'Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?' (That's my favourite!)

'I know how hard it is for you to put food on your family.'