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Blog Wars: A New Blog,The Blog Strikes Back & Return of the Blog. Also, BenD & Octocon 2012.


When Aisling looked upon her blog-o-sphere,

The land was barren and coarse.

The Unicorns were on vacation in Florida.

The Koala Sheep had flown south for the winter.

The sea of Rainbow Coloured Narwhals had frozen over.

So she wrote another blog…

with a terrifying first person introduction. 

Now, I know what you’re all thinking.  Actually, I don’t. Personally, I think being telepathic would totally suck. But it sounded like a good opening line didn’t it? No? Okay. The reality of the situation is that I stopped being a student and have been trying out the whole ‘working girl’ thing. Hence my prolonged absence from WordPress. I figured I would step out into the working world once more, challenge myself, wear shoulder pads and learn new and exciting things! The only thing that it has taught me so far is that the most amusing things lose all meaning when one works in retail. More specifically the words: “Thank you, have a nice day.” After much usage, repetition and the general degenerative effect that mundane tasks have on the brain throughout the day the phrase turns into something along the lines of: “Thengyoo heffanzday.”

It’s a pity really, I wear shoulder pads quite well. If I may say so. So, without further ado, here is a list (you guys like those, right?) of awesome things that have been happening that I think are…awesome (Degenerating brain cells. Retail. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

Living In Dublin…Again:

It’s a funny thing. You would think a person would never miss the wafting smells of urine and the The Liffey. Or the large crowds of people who have a terrible habit of stopping right in front of your path in the middle of Grafton Street to have a conversation with their friend. And yet, I realize now that I have indeed missed Dublin quite dearly. And now that I’m back within the large, comfortable bosom of my wonderful family and friends the aforementioned things don’t really bother me as much. (Except, perhaps the smell of urine in most places. That’s still gross.) In fact, I may just run for Mayor. Spruce the place up a bit. Some glitter on a porta-loo here, a ribbon on a hobo there. Make the wearing of funny hats at all times compulsory, turn some of the main buildings inside out and fill them with jam.

Alright. So I don’t have a promising future as Mayor of Dublin. But hey, a girl can dream can’t she?

Not Being In College:

NO MORE ASSIGNMENTS FOREVER. With this new found freedom I will have more time to meet ‘fly honeyz’ at night, pimp it up in the ‘clubz’, ‘roll’ with my homies and work on my Fluttershy Cosplay.

As opposed to the first three things, that last one is actually totally real. Pony fo’ life yo.

Bitches ain't shit but ponies and unicorns.

Bitches ain’t shit but ponies and unicorns.

Octocon 2012

Yes. October 2012 shall always be a fond memory now, as it will forever be the month that I finally took the advice of a very good friend and went to Octocon. Which, for those of you that don’t know, is a Science Fiction Convention in Dublin.    I am not ashamed to admit that I am a girl with geekish tendencies. I read a lot of fantasy, watch an awful lot of sci-fi and have a lot of friends who are nerds of a similar persuasion. I have often dreamed of the ultimate convention experience… Going to San Diego dressed in a kick ass costume (either Kaylee Frye or Samantha Carter. I haven’t decided yet) stalking Joss Whedon and Neil Gaiman, buying ALL the pretty book and comic things. The flashy, gaudy, wonderful experience that I get spoon fed from the likes of the internet. Needless to say, Octocon opened my mind a whole lot more to the possibilities within what I shall call the “Con experience” (not to be confused with experiences of people who are called Con).

This was my very first convention. Ever. So obviously, putting my preconceptions of Sci-Fi Conventions aside, I really did not know what to expect. The good friend that I mentioned before filled me in somewhat so I knew there would be panel discussions, I also knew there would be lots of well to do Irish Sci-Fi/Fantasy people. I was actually quite nervous. If I had to sum up losing my Octocon virginity in one, descriptive line it would be this: It was like being in a big sparkly, warm bubble on another planet where inter-dimensional academics and creatives do magic tricks and spin eye popping yarns about their adventures. I genuinely felt like I was back in college, going to seminars and listening to all these awesome people talk about some of my favorite things in the world. I ACTUALLY TOOK NOTES. For something that wasn’t college related! Do you want to know how long it’s been since I’ve done that? NEVER!

To give you an idea of the Convention and its general goings on, the Guest of Honour this year was none other than renowned Science Fiction writer Liz Williams; who gave a talk on the Philosophy of Science and was generally very awesome to listen to. Just reading the titles for some of the panel discussions got me a bit hyper. They had a pretty good variety of topics ranging from how far you can stretch a Zombie story, awesome Space Cowboys, the growing popularity of Superhero blockbusters, the impact LGBTQ characters in Young Adult books and the presence of religion in science fiction. And that’s only a few! I know right?

I also successfully fulfilled my role as the ‘awkward new girl’ as I spent most of my time staring at all these awesome smart people like a big moon eyed cow while they talked about Stargate, Doctor Who and Cowboy Bebop. But to be honest, I didn’t mind in the slightest. I thoroughly enjoyed the entire experience and got to meet a hell of a lot of awesome Irish Sci-Fi/Fantasy writers and enthusiasts. You must all go next year and experience the same awe and wonder as I did!


I should also note that on top of this new experience, I got to see my friend Shelly crochet TWO Daleks during the panel discussions. She crochetted DALEKS. PLURAL. Being someone who failed at the simplest of knitting tasks at a very young age, I personally see this as I feat of amazing skill. This particular friend has a Tumblr dedicated to her wonderful Dalek creations. You should all look at it, for it will benefit your retinas greatly: http://1001daleks.tumblr.com/



This section of the blog also involves a very good friend of mine. BenD is the first feature length film by one Seamus Hanly and he spent the best part of this year and last year making it. I had the absolute privilege of being cast in this film, which has been described by one reviewer as a ‘David Lynchian nightmare’ and took part in the adventure that was its production. Any film enthusiasts that like their stylistic films should be quite excited about this. Mr Hanly’s creation is dark and fast paced with some delightfully sporadic shifts in dialogue tone that carry both witty humour and meaningful connections between the characters. Seamus’ film also showcases the talents of the very talented Colm Kearns, who carries the film very well as Ben Dexter. Watch this space my friends, this film isn’t just ‘another Irish film’. A phrase that we all know leads to those pretentious explorations of the Tragically Funny Irish Identity Story. I, for one, am pretty sick of that particular gopher hole (because gophers live in holes, that exist in other holes, inside films).  Seamus and his crews’ endeavours have achieved something that is unique and quite enjoyable to watch. Which is made even more awesome by the fact that Seamus made this film with a very low budget that mostly came out of his own pocketses. In fact, you should all watch the trailer! If you do, I’ll thank all of you in my Golden Globe acceptance speech…or I’ll just give you a virtual hug. It’ll probably just be a virtual hug. It’s okay though. It will be filled with cake.


Well, I have waffled on for long enough methinks. Don’t you think it’s awful that waffling in speech or writing does not actually have a necessary social compulsion to consume waffles while doing so? That’s a law that needs to exist. Waffles make everything better.

Join me on my next adventure which involves me being unhealthily addicted to Cassandra Clare novels.

Until next time, Unicornlings.

Peace Out.