Thomil's Random Ramblings

If you have nothing to write about, why not write about writing? Okay, okay, I know what you’re thinking, that’s an awful cop-out when you’ve run out of ideas, and to be fair, I have for the moment run out them. Still, it might not be a bad idea to give a little insight into the convoluted way that I come up with my articles, and the equipment I work with. I know, I know, writing is mostly about your talent and your ideas, and less about the equipment, but there are some things that still require careful consideration. But let’s take things step by step, shall we? The most important thing you need, is of course a topic. I can’t really give much advice on that front, but you should obviously write about something that interests you, and while varying your topics is not a bad idea, you should keep the topics relatively consistent. That is to say, if you’re writing a beauty blog, putting an article in there about plasma dynamics in the accretion discs of supermassive black holes will b...

Another year is almost over, and the festive season is in full swing, indeed, it is nearing it's end. Once more, people are racing to and fro, trying desperately to get presents or the last crucial ingredients for that oh so traditional christmas dinner. More or less tasteful christmas lights adorn buildings throughout the cities, towns and villages, and radio stations up and down the country seem to have switched to the same type of playlists. For me, Christmas season 2015 is a special one, as I've been able to spend these  still somewhat magical days with my family for the first time since migrating to Ireland back in 2012. Quite a change from last year, when my colleagues and I were so caught up in day-to-day ops that christmas was just another day for our management teams to walk around in funny clothes at work. It was so busy in fact, that I didn't even find time to write christmas messages on my two blogs. Even though a colleague of mine and I both got lucky to g...

Taking off in a foggy, rainy, miserable Cork. We thunder down the runway, lights blurred by spray, shooting off into the dark skies.  Breaking out of the clouds into the moonlit night, wispy cloud tops drenched in an otherworldly silver glow. Turning East, rising into the night. Blue hues begin creeping over the horizon, the harbinger of dawn, racing towards us in its ceaseless cycle. Descending into dawn, as night is banished around us. Silver, black, blue, and orange vying for supremacy. Leaving the clouds, we swoop over a world just waking up.  Back to the real world.