The Onesies.

As you can probably guess from the title of this post, I have decided as to what I'll be calling the current decade. It seems, after a bit of googling, that (rather unsurprisingly) a number of people have already begun to use the phrase at hand. I'm not going to lay claim to having originally thought this up or even originally discovered the term for myself. The credit there has to go to my dear friend, rowing enthusiast and humanoid robot Semputer. Several of us huddled around a fire, after beginning the year frolicking in the snow like so many hopeful young Dubliners had done, were discussing the topic at hand when out of nowhere the plucky young robot piped up with a rusty and mechanical chirp; "The onesies". I tried to explain to Semputer how pleased his suggestion had made me, but of course he couldn't get to grips with the basic human emotion of happiness. After all, he is a robot. Never the less, I rewarded him with a rare moment of affection between us in the form of a man-on-bot hug. It was scarcely an hour into the new year and already robo-sapian relations were at an all time high. The precedent for the decade had been set, and it was a happy one. 

As I've already outlined above, in the outside the evening had been snow-covered. Usually in Dublin the closest we come to snow is a thin, slightly pitiful spattering of hard & unforgiving sleet or hail tumbling down from the heavens injuring small children and inconveniencing the rest of us. Sure, in these cases a few particularly hopeful children with their romanticized ideals of the Winter phase will attempt snowball fights, snowman construction and all the other snowtide joys, but little usually comes from it barring what looks like a small pile of half-melted sugar on the lawn, accompanied by a nasty cold. Rest assured though, 2010 began with a soft, almost Dickensian snowfall which has continued on-and-off since the year was brought in. 

Note the above snap, courtesy of H-Bomb. A select few of the attendees partying with our new friend Shane. A mention must go to J-Dizzler for his heading Shane's construction and general conception. I did contribute to the precipitationy fellow two of my finest gloves, so you might say I was ready to lend a hand.

I thought I'd leave a small gap there for you to appreciate my first pun of the new year fully. 

Awesome.

So The Onesies are very much a-go-go, have started in beautiful style and by all accounts should continue as such. I'm back to the slog in two days, returning to film school and getting rightly stuck into production on my upcoming flick. Nice. So what changes for me in this newly founded and freshly named decade of ours? We all know I'm blogging as an oh-10 challenge, but there are a few other resolutions I'd like to try observe. They're not particularly amusing, original or perhaps even blog-worthy; but they are at the very least constructive, and I reckon with some conviction I'll be able to stick to them. They are as follows:

1 - Blog on a somewhat regular basis. If I achieve an average of two posts a week I'll be chuffed. I'm nothing if not realistic.

2 - Smoke less weed. I'm aware that this is a pretty subjective one, but it's something I really ought try to do even if the improvement shown is only marginal. I shan't go into a detailed account of my habits, but suffice to say that my goal here is to limit it to just weekends while not on holidays. Dig it.

3 - Attend more social activities. As many of my friends will tell you, I'm quite prone to bottling, bailing, ditching, skipping out, canceling and of course skiving. I plan on changing this as of this very moment. 

4 - Come off more like Bridget Jones in writing.

All thoroughly doable I feel. Of course I say that now, but lets see how I'm doing when I begin my next post from my flat having reneged on plans to stay home and smoke a joint. 

My most sincere wishes of warmth and loveliness to you all,

Kid Sensible.

Where Did The Decade Go To?

It seems the decade's decided it's going to end in little over 12 hours from now. As the year and associated premiere ten year period of what promised to be a new millenium full of hope and opportunity draws to a suitably uneventful close, many seem left with a sour taste in their mouths. Wasn't it about now we were meant to be riding our hover cars around the Millenium Dome as a swarthy and oddly attractive wise-cracking robot serenaded us into the new year with a note-perfect rendition of Auld Lang Syne? Christ, at this stage most would probably settle for a neurotic and slightly racist wind-up hamster dictating the Queen's speech over the radio. Though alas, here we are; in a world almost identical to that of 1999. Computers are faster, fame is more easily attained, prime ministers are fatter, presidents are blacker and I have distinctly more bodily hair than I did when entering the decade yes; but on the other hand, conflict still reigns in the Middle East, U2 remain bafflingly popular and the technology for a "Hendrix, Beethoven & Jesus: Back From The Dead And Rocking Their Greatest Hits" tour seems as far off as ever. 

This leads me to think, what does the coming period hold in store for planet Earth? One would hope the economy manages to pick up, the powers that be decide to pull out of Iraq (so not to get it pregnant) and perhaps Nintendo come up with a bitching new games console. We can hope for more than this, we can hope for less, but lets be honest: hope won't get us anywhere. Surely it was hope that got us into this funk in the first place. So I urge you all, go into the new year not wanting, wishing or praying; but simply drifting, waiting and seeing what happens. Make 2010 the year of the spectator. Watch in resigned and expected horror as the world falls apart around you, or be pleasantly surprised as we all join hands on top of a hill somewhere drinking Coca-Cola and singing a la their famous "I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing" campaign. Don't worry, if you're more partial to Pepsi I'm sure you could sneak it in, world peace is hardly going to crumble under a soft drink preference. Basically what I'm trying to say is that we could complain, grumble and moan without any distinct action taken every time something slightly inconvenient or unfortunate happens in the world or we could just plainly ignore it. That way on the rare occasion when something decent does come along we can all revel together in being slightly tickled, rather than having it overshadowed by the bad.

Perhaps you think my willingness to resign myself to another subpar decade is a reflection as to exactly why the world is in such a state right now, but at this moment in time I'm content to simply watch as we wave goodbye to the past ten years and revel in their aftermath. Besides, now we've got all the time in the world to think of a witty name for the upcoming decade.

I'll force-feed you more of my thoughts in the year that inspired this blog. 

Peace out,

Kid Sensible.