I'm in Dublin now. The road was not as rocky as they say. That's a line from a song, for the record. I know a few songs with Dublin in them. In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty... That's Molly Malone. I have to go see her statue. And Oscar Wilde's. Where else shall I be going... St. James's Gate... Jameson Distillery... James Joyce Museum... But that's all tomorrow and Thursday. Tonight... the Temple Bar and surrounding area. Where is that quote about it... In July 2005, visiting American singer Aimee Mann described her shock at encountering "overflowing pubs, drunks, urine stains and pools of vomit". Heh, this is going to be awesome. I have more stories, stories of all kinds, but not the time to tell them at the moment. Also, gentlemen don't kiss and tell. Good stuff though. Taking more pictures tonight, I think. We'll see. I have not only aquired a bit of an Irish accent, which I am trying hard to stop (my Canadian accent in both a novelty and a way to make friends), but I've been very much attempting to not type with a bit of an accent as well (ye and daft and dodgy and blokes and dare and class and lairy and geezers and... slang stuff.)

Oh, Cato, I looooove Dr. Who. I avoided it because I didn't realize the backstory was so intricate and awesome. I'm on the third episode of the second season now... Man, I really, really came to like the Ninth Doctor. Where the Tenth one is whimiscal, the Ninth was just... manic. I liked him. I'm not sure about the Tenth yet. I think the Ninth will end up being my favourite. I've read about the other ones too. Thanks for burning it man... it's served me well.

Anyway, internet time is almost up. I'm going to go get unaccountably drunk and die. Bet you I get involved in a bar fight tonight. This is going to be wonderful!