Argylle: Why it’s actually a good movie
Yes. I said it. Who is surprised that I am, once again, willing to play the Devil’s Advocate and die on the most ridiculous of hills.
So, I went to see Argylle. There was a total of 5 of us in the cinema. Unlike when I went to see American Fiction, which was amazing amazing amazing, no one walked out in the first half hour. No one walked out at all. Why? I think it’s for the same reason I…
The Kid gets it All
The world is rotten with content. Movies, TV shows, instagram, Tik Tok, and all the other shite in between.
But I can’t help but feel like there is an absence. Regardless of all that is, there is still space for more.
But what is the more? An interesting and possibly unanswerable question. For me, it’s just something that doesn’t make me roll my eyes. And I don’t mean literally. I started…
Oh, yes. Ohhhh, yes.
Bloganuary writing promptWhat would you do if you won the lottery?View all responses
This. THIS. This this this. This is my all-time favourite question. I love to day dream, and all the more I love to day dream about what could be. Because that is what I think playing the lotto represents to an awful lot of people: Possability. Hope. Change.
Which I find bitterly ironic in some ways, because…
Hi, ya it’s actually pronounced ,,Cubby,,
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
I think the one thing I have spoken about most in my life is my name. If we all had access to a ephemeral and all-knowing data bank of information collected throughout our existence, the subject of my first name would be the top of my list of things most spoken.
It’s Welsh
I am named after a ship that brought the post from…
Jeffrey baby, the legacy you have left…
It goes without saying that the whole world felt a pang when the truth of Jeffrey Epstein came to light.
Which pang did you feel?
A pant of grief, like myself, for those poor girls?
Or a pang of defensiveness? In the post-Me Too days, I had to listen to more than my fair share of anti-female put downs and poopooing of the efforts of those women to air what they suffered. The cost of being a…
My Sliving Will and Testimony
Despite all the terrible things that have happened before The End of the Bad and the Start of the Strange, I am truly feeling like I am moving towards living my best life.
With my own lil baby apartment on the horizon, and money in the bank, (also on the horizon), things is looking better. It is truly all coming up Cybi.
I have been stuck in a limbo of jumping around, floating through an…
Let’s bring Hallowe'en home, babies…
Hallowe’en, a beloved and widely celebrated holiday, finds its roots in the rich folklore and traditions of Ireland. The ancient origins of Hallowe’en in Ireland are steeped in history, mythology, and the belief in spirits. This silly gilr wants to remind the world about the fascinating beginnings of Hallowe’en, focusing on the use of turnips, the connection with spirits, and the evolution of…
Always asking Questions…
Guess what my new favourite toy is..?
Yes, indeed, it is ChatGBT. I just live, laugh, love to ask questions, and this is a Robot that lives to answer them. And the best part? It doesn’t get annoyed when you point out it’s mistakes! Yes, I have spent a lot of time correcting it, and yes, most of that was about the Tuiseal Ginideach, but I have a new favourite plan/project/idea/operation: getting…
And now, a supervocbularistic interlude…
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled deep within the heart of the countryside, there lived a man named Arthur who was known for his rather callipygian figure. People often commented on his well-shaped buttocks, a fact that both amused and embarrassed him. Arthur was a quiet and reserved individual, content with a life far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
One sunny…
and so I am become Death
Ok, so I told a little white lie in the last post. I am not finished talking, not yet. But that’s not why I am here. I am here to right some wrongs, and call out some false narratives and one or two distractions. Not all of them, though, not yet…
I think everyone who knows me now knows that, as a result of a spiral of bad decision making and mis-prioritisation of energy that started when I was…
The Future whispers, but the past Sings…
All my life, I have always been fascinated by the rich tapestry of Irish culture, particularly the profound, ephemeral connection between Irish mythology and music. Ireland’s history is steeped in legends, folklore, and a tradition of music that transcends generations. In this essay, I will explore the intertwined relationship between Irish mythology and music, delving into the myths, the…
How Embarassing…
I have been clean and clear for a good while now, and I have been thinking an awful lot about the first Chapter I published back in March. I have been reconsidering the situation, and I need to admit something… I have gotten my timeline a bit muddled. Consistent abuse will do that to you.
The one thing I can say is thing – I am sorry.
I misdirected, mislaid, and misinformed you.
The reality of…
What’s in a Name?
What is your name? Do you know it?
I have many names, so I guess you could say that I don’t know mine. I guess you could say that, but you can’t. Because I know them all.
You have the basic form:
Cybi FitzGerald
The longer form:
Cybi Eilis FitzGerald
You could throw in all my family and marital names:
Cybi Eilis Byrne FitzGerald O’Neill
Then you can translate it:
Cybi Nic Gearailt
And…
On Being Child Free
A bloggie blog in collaboration with my babiest of brothers from sunny Kos! xx C
There are a fair few reasons why I don’t want to have children. Some are directly related to me; who I am, my mindset, my aspirations and my goals. But not all of my reasons are to do with me – the single most fortifying one is to do with the most important element of our youth. What is that, you ask?
School.
Like it, love it or hate it, school is the first step any child takes into reality. It…
The Six T’s of Travelling to That There America
I am back, hunnys.
Back from where, you ask?
I am back from Florida. And wait until I tell you, I have realised a lot of happy things, I have spent a serious amount of time in my feelings, I have relaxed, I have been tipsy, I have gotten some well-needed therapy, and I have made a difficult but necessary decision.
One: The Realisations.
This one comes off the foot of the last time I was in…
