The Alabamian Tree Leprechaun
Courtesy of Alex Boese's Museum of Hoaxes I had my attention drawn to the following story…and what a story it is. Residents of the...
Posts from March, 2006
Archaeologists of our own lives
Apologies for my low word output over the last week but a) I was recharging the batteries after the taxing (but enjoyable) editing...
Broken Glass
Just alerting fústarers, on behalf of my friend Ms. Ann Blake, of a forthcoming production from the talented people at Impact Theatre.
Impact...
David Sque Interview Pt. 2 – Here come the number-crunchers…
Here it is comic fans – the second (and final) part of the latest fustar.info interview, with the the hot-seat being occupied by...
David Sque Interview Pt. 1 – The “Whizz, Bang, Pop” Stuff…
My recent post about Roy of the Rovers (and the indelible mark certain stories, from that comic, left on me) set me off on one of my...
Me and the Meedja
While the Irish Blog Awards dealt my half-hearted desire for anonymity a near-fatal blow, it seems I'm about to be terminally outed...
Ramshackle Cot, the Garden Plot and Acres Twenty-Three
A quick email exchange with Simon McGarr, the other night (on the topic of audio transcription), quickly turned to matters comic/cartoon...
The Day That’s In It
Neither I nor my sweet girl managed to make it out to see the procession of scouts/girlguides/community groups that is the St. Patrick's...
Where do we go from here?
After the high of Saturday night's fun and frolics I'm afraid I've found the blogging juices running rather dry this week (apart from...
Irish Blog Awards: After the Ball is Over…
Well, we've wended our weary way back from the 'big shmoke' so it's time (before I pass out from tiredness) for the fústar.org "Irish...
The Morning After…
We're a bit weary and tender after a long, but very enjoyable, night at the "Irish Blog Awards". Didn't win any prizes (other than...
…and the winner is…
So, we (my darling girl and I) are off on the slow train to Baile �tha Cliath this morn for the inaugural 'Irish Blog Awards' –...
Tick-Tock…
I've always been a fan of slow films…
I speak, of course, of the kind of long, captivating, hypnotic slowness that characterises...
Another Little Jug
As a long-time reader of the frequently daft, outrageous, and foam-flecked rhetoric of (that dreadful old windbag) Colonel Kevin Myers,...
Nick of Time
Some time back I touched on the giddy, mendacious world of American comics' advertising, discussing such marvels as Sea Monkeys, and...
