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DanielMoonbags
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I write books. I commentate on rugby matches. I act. I control airplanes. I like to get fancy and have a nice time.
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Because I like cool bookshops and what’s the point of social media if not to promote creative work, here’s links to my books.

Me Myself and Them
www.omahonys.ie/me-myself-an...

The Great Unexpected
www.kennys.ie/shop/the-gre...

The 14th Storm
www.dubraybooks.ie/product/the-...
In case you ever have impostor syndrome… just one little look will cure you.
in lieu of engaging with brianna wu and her opinions i will once again post her art, along with an artistic statement from her husband explaining it
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I've finally got around to curating a selection of films about the #climate crisis 🎥

There's lot of mediocre climate films out there, but for me these stand out head & shoulders above the rest 🎞️

They make excellent resources for classrooms, lecture halls, or community cinema's 🎬

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I’m actually thoroughly enjoying it.
Excellent, I’m off down this rabbit hole for fun when I definitely should be studying.
What if someone died between nomination and election? You could vote in a dead president.

We’d have a Weekend At Bernie’s situation.

Weekend at Áras. Taoiseach putting a pair of shades on the misfortunate corpse at state dinners.
There has never been a dropout before, we're in unchartered waters here.

From my experience as a waiter, the obvious solution is to tell diners/voters that there's no Dover Sole/Gavin available today even though they will see that printed on the menu/ballot.
He's still on the ballot and his transfers still count. This is all very wrong and undemocratic.
The electrol legislation needs to be changed so people who opt out can be removed.
GRMA. I’m gonna take a little jaunt for myself in the next few days to have a gawk at it.
“Let there be proclaimed what things are forbidden with regard to him who is on his sickbed of pain: there are not admitted to him in the house fools or lunatics or senseless people or half-wits or enemies.”

Brehon Law knew how to look after sick people. From the medieval Bretha Crólige.
Yeah. This would be the one talking about “elites” keeping the ordinary people down.
Listen to this muck. RTE has been platforming foaming-at-the-mouth-nutcases for the sake of “both sides” and as a result these fucking clowns think they represent a sizeable portion of the population.

You don’t. You stand for loud voices, not many voices.
Loud, vicious, hateful voices.
Steen claims the political consensus has never been so out of kilter with the grassroots desire for an alternative voice
This is the closest I’ll ever feel to respect for FF.
Someone in that party had to sit down with Bertie and tell him, quietly but firmly, that he’s a fucking dose and no one who has a memory longer than ten minutes would vote for him if the alternative was catching the fucking clap.
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Ooooh this looks fun. I’ll have to check the deadline.
Player of the match in a game Ireland are beaten 2-1 against Armenia is Ireland’s goalkeeper.

Sigh.
#ARMvIRL
Just bending the run effortlessly. A joy to watch.
Costigan has been playing rugby too long not to punish sloppy defenders.
Defensive line shoots up to cut off the pass option and she just glides through the space.
Hon Ireland
#IREvJAP
This kind of thing doesn’t happen very often.
Tonight I get to perform John B. Keane’s Year of the Hiker in the bar he wrote the play in.
For any writer and/or actor this is a massive honour. I’m fucking buzzing.
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Friend was showing me that there's now an Irish dating subreddit, so it's time for an Irish dating Bluesky. The format is we post a short description of who we are and what we're looking for, and an American will come and tell us that in the US you can't return books to any library you want actually
JK Rowling inside the toilet of a tesco in the UK, clawing through someone’s abdomen with her bare, blood-slicked hands. Rivulets of red run over the tiles. The organs she discards slap hideously as they fall.

“Show… show me your egg-producing equipment,” she snarls. “It’s proof. The only proof”.
Honestly I don’t know. Because I think I might be having a stroke.
Am I having another brain moment?
Would wash this down nicely
I shall be visiting the Monsieur’s Emporium when I get back to Limerick.
There’s no low I won’t sink to when it comes to vile soft drinks.