Posts Tagged ‘Friends’
I’m home sick today.
Stomach and fever. Combined with a slow anger mingled with sadness. It makes for quite a miserable experience.
I have mentioned in the past, of my merry band of friends, the very small circle of us who survived the 90’s in Georgia. We were thicker than blood. Brothers from different mothers.
We fought. Often each other. We laughed. We cried. We mended broken hearts and saluted beginning and ending relationships.We drank, we sang. We played. We stared death in the face on mote than one occasion with our antics, and walked away feeling invincible.
In many ways we were a family unto ourselves. We were a peer group, but all in all I think a positive peer group. We never let others in our group drive drunk, we wanted us to be old and gray laughing at our antic together.
We were less responsible in other aspects, namely driving for which we took to the Georgia back roads like moonshiners from revenuers.
The epitome of wild eyed southern boys.
Now that circle grows smaller. This is my tribute, what little it is can not truly express the depth of our sorrow.
After the spiritual powers, there is no thing in the world more unconquerable than the spirit of nationality. The spirit of nationality in Ireland will persist even though the mightiest of material powers be its neighbor.
George William Russell
It’s been a tradition for us. To change our theme to match certain special times, such as football games.
March is different. For an entire month we salute our family, friends, and fellow Irish Brothers and Sisters. It also marks the beginning of spring, as winter slowly subsides, a change in the year.
St. Patrick’s Day is an enchanted time — a day to begin transforming winter’s dreams into summer’s magic.
But March isn’t all St Patrick’s Day, and green beer, as we have made good effort to demonstrate every year. It’s a salute to the blood of the Irish who fought for Independence, who died for a crown that wasn’t theirs, and who protest even still today. Because no matter the side one chooses they are still Irish, and despite my own feelings, I try to show both groups stories as best I can.
Everything that we inherit, the rain, the skies, the speech, and anybody who works in the English language in Ireland knows that there’s the dead ghost of Gaelic in the language we use and listen to and that those things will reflect our Irish identity.
So whats our plans? Much as we do every year we’ll be posting stories from our previous March years, as well as writing some new ones. We’ll be focusing on Irish music for our TGIF Friday’s, and Irish quotes every day of the week as well as some Irish poetry, as noted in our new header up top.
We’ll also have our traditional yearly blogmeet at Celtic Grill in Bentonville, AR on St Patrick’s Day. Our seal for this year I hope to have made by the end of the week to sponsor that event.
The immigrant’s heart marches to the beat of two quite different drums, one from the old homeland and the other from the new. The immigrant has to bridge these two worlds, living comfortably in the new and bringing the best of his or her ancient identity and heritage to bear on life in an adopted homeland.
Irish President Mary McAleese
So come close as we share stories of Ireland, of its famous people and it’s history. Gather round as we share some of our own stories, and family history. The story of an Irish Immigrant who came to America not in the 1800’s but in the 1940’s, passing on to their children and grandchildren a love of Gaelic, music and loyalty with honor.
But come as friends, for as the saying goes we Irish – Be we kings, or poets, or farmers, are a people of great worth.
We keep company with the angels, And bring a bit of heaven here to earth.
Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter.Lullabies, dreams and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums. A thousand welcomes when anyone comes… That’s the Irish for you!
A few for my many friends in Georgia, currently snowed in. Here’s hoping they visit the site more often and this brings them some smiles while they mop the floor repeatedly as their children tromp in and out of the house.
The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Skiing consists of wearing $3,000 worth of clothes and equipment and driving 200 miles in the snow in order to stand around at a bar and drink.
P. J. O’Rourke
We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand… and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late.
Marie Beyon Ray
Here we go sports fans, here’s a little treat for you Dawgs and Vols fans….May I present:
This is a week long tribute to one of our favorite Rival Games
- UGA Vs. UT -
We’ve amped up our look and feel, and as always feel free to contact us at staff-at-registeredevil.com
At the end of this week, we have our little bet, where someone will be singing a different tune..and this will be broadcast here and on YouTube for all to see – I cant wait to see BloodSpide all dressed in red and black….
May the best Dawg Win! ! !
v00d3w hasn’t been posting as his usual self.
That is because via an act of selfless service he has been working behind the scenes a lot lately.
He has been perfecting a lil sumpin sumpin just for this week.
I won’t steal his thunder.
But I don’t intend to be singing a damn thing at the end of this week.
Today I received my copy of my high school year book. It was the last copy the school had, and over a decade later than everyone else’s. Words from a man long since gone, and to me directly that I never got a chance to read are on its pages. I will never forget.
But within it is another story, as that one is for another time.
I had been looking for this picture for some time.
I had contacted Calimus because I could have sworn he had a color copy of a picture similar.
V00d3w also did not have one.
Yes Folks. it is indeed that time again.
This marks the 5th year we have held it, and even though I’m not technically with Techography anymore we are still affiliated. Thusly instead of this being the “1st Annual Registered Evil…” I said to thell with it because it’s been my kiester hosting it, even when nobody showed up
The last few years have gotten us more folks however and I’m looking forward to this year.
As is the usual we will be holding our Blog Bash at The Celtic Grill in Bentonville, AR that “bastion of Ireland”
While Bentonville may not be home to a high Irish population, the Grill is without a doubt the most authentic loation in the region. And it’s typically home to at least one real Irishman, once a month or more.
And every St Patricks Day said Irishman brings a whole bunch of his web reading/writing buddies as well as friends for a night of cold Guinness, Irish Stew, and Reuben Sandwiches.
We hope to see ya there! Party starts when we show up. If you need my contact information drop me a comment here, using your E-mail address and I will contact you with my own information. I also typically give a description of our clothing so you have an idea who to look for
It’s standing room only 90% of the time so if someone can obtain us a table early you’ll have my thanks!!