UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: Under The Will Over The Drama

  • Episode 105 – Happy Anniversary to the Jurassic Turf Blockade!…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well, would you look at that… It’s been one whole year since Bully decided to make history by parking a Jurassic relic of farm equipment smack in my turf shed. At the time, I was fuming, the kind of fuming where even the dog knew to keep his distance. But today? I can only laugh…

  • Chasing My Tail (and Maybe the Universe’s Too)…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Lately, I feel like I’m chasing my tail, round and round, trying to catch up on everything that somehow slipped through the cracks. You know the kind of days when you wake up full of good intentions, ready to take on the world… and then suddenly it’s 6 p.m., and all you’ve managed is to…

  • Strangers by DNA…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I was thinking about my family today, dangerous territory, I know, and I came to a rather startling conclusion: we’re just strangers who share the same DNA. Exactly that. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s funny how long it can take to admit something that’s been sitting in plain sight. You keep hoping one day the…

  • Director of Turf Logistics…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Three jobs? Oh, come now, WP, at this stage of life, the very last thing I want is a job! Why would I go back to the grind? I’ve spent years dancing to alarm clocks, being herded by bosses, and ticking boxes on forms nobody even reads. Not for love, not for money, and certainly…

  • Sir Percival’s Paw-litics of Consciousness…

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    Mae Faurel
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    “Listen carefully, because I don’t repeat myself, unless it involves food.” From my vantage point, which now includes both celestial rafters and the occasional phantom armchair, I see your so-called ‘shift in consciousness. You humans are acting like it’s some grand revelation, but to me, it looks like when a kitten finally notices its tail.…

  • Roots, Runes, and the Stars We Forget…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Oh, where to start! Let’s begin with the Irish blood in my veins, the stubbornness, the humour that refuses to be silenced, the way we carry stories like fire through the generations. I am proud of the whispers of the druids, who knew the land and the stars better than anyone today, who honored the…

  • Driving in Ireland: Pay, Pray, and Fail Again…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Where Did September Go? I’m sitting here wondering where the hell September has gone. Honestly, I had plans stacked up like dominoes, and now they’re all toppling over while I’m scrambling to catch up. But at least I managed to book my NCT. Oh yes, the great Irish rite of passage. Forget confirmation, graduation, or…

  • Comfort Delivered, Drama Recorded. Granny Frass…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Last Sunday’s episode of Bully and the Cameras featured him swiveling his high-tech toys towards my front door, while insisting it’s all “for security.”Sure, and I’m the Queen of Sheba. Enter Granny Frass, never one to hold back: “Surveillance, my foot! That man isn’t securing anything except his own nosy curiosity. He’s like a curtain-twitcher…

  • Ireland Today: The Land of Potholes and Empty Promises….

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    Mae Faurel
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    Ireland Today… What a State… We used to be called the land of saints and scholars. Now we’re the land of potholes, half-built houses, crumbling hospitals, and politicians who wouldn’t know an honest day’s work if it bit them. Families are drowning under the cost of living. You walk into the shop for a bit…