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.