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I love that he starts the interview “what’s the craic?”

The Carlow nightclub is the funniest thing I’ve read all week. Maybe since Jan 2020. Because it’s true. It’d also be true about a Cavan nightclub (especially if it’s in Belturbet), or a Waterford nightclub, or a Galway nightclub, or a..... 

Summer, 1992: I’m asked by my boss to escort a candidate for a tech position to her office from the front door of our offices. I do. Over the next three years we become such good friends everyone thinks we’re dating.
Summer, 1995: we move in together (after dating for about two weeks)
Winter, 1997: reader, I married him.

I didn’t forget them. As I noted, I was offering only the start of the list. 

I heard on MSNBC earlier that as the Capitol floor was being cleared, a House Aide was clearheaded enough to grab the Electoral College ballots and the written objections that the 11 (or 10, I hear one has indicated she won’t continue her objection) fuckers like Cruz submitted. Imagine if these

I think Jezebel needs to do a ‘worst woman’ post. I offer the start of the list:

I was going to say.

And the DC National Guard will be there, but unarmed.

I’m also a New Yorker (Queens). Was in NYC for primary & middle school. When I was in my early teens my Mum died so Dad sent me to live in Ireland. My Aunt & Uncle in Dublin (her sister & brother-in-law) were my guardians; I was at a boarding school in Waterford (where I met the aforementioned electro-ambient musician

Savage was good. I’m also early 50s and lived in Ireland from 84-88. I spent many a long Bank Holiday weekend in London over that period, so probably have similar New Wave memories. 

Yup!  When he died, I went into a serious funk.  

You certainly hit your mark on what you were going for!

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That’s really quite good. It reminds me of the music a friend from Secondary School puts out; very electro-ambient.

Great voice! TY for the rec.

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Ministry & Tubeway Army? All of a sudden I’m a teenager again. Funny timing with the TA; quite reently I was having a convo on Twitter about Numan with someone who posted this:

Why are you grey?

Oh indeed!! And his NYE message ended thusly:

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Come one, come all!!! Music recs! Not new music, but old songs that are ever-fresh. Dance tunes for the NYE parties we didn’t have or go to. So classic they don’t need any introductions.

Earlier today this song (well, this specific lyric, from the song Lost Everything) just set me off on a crying jag. I wish it had been cathartic.

Oh crankylittlephoton, as someone you don’t know and will likely never meet, please accept this tiny gesture of love from me to you. strangers both. I’m almost where you are with the loss of faith in the goodness of humanity. Perhaps you’ll accept my company?