Hello, and welcome.
Also: congratulations on proving that you have excellent choice in internet reading material, and, on that nicely narcissistic note, let me give you some information about this dot com, and, as Miss Piggy says, all about moi.
This here — aprilbarry.com, not this ‘All about me!’ page — is an online portfolio of sorts, whereby I’ve, you’ve guessed it, collated all my online work here, on the net, in one web space, which means less clicking for your modest (or not-so) mouse, whether it’s (named for?) a band (Modest Mouse band ref. to seem all cool, the saying of same deeming me immediately uncool), or just a click-y, Argos-ey, value-for-money providing piece of non-eared technological wizadry. Which, can still have a band-referencing formal name. Or, not. I’ve never quite understood people who lavish names upon inanimate objects. If you’d like to let me in and explain the dealio behind this object-name-y phenomenon, please do.
Words and Things
I started writing online for corkstudentnews.com, but that site’s defunct now, therefore there’s no on-the-interwebs proof of this, so you’ll have to take my word for it. I’m a terrible liar, even in typographical form, so am not telling fibs. But then again, if I was, I’d probably be lying about that, too. I swear, though, I’m not. My first article for them got the highest amount of hits that week, so that was über exciting.
Then I moved on to Cork.Studenty.me, where I wrote articles and did a spot of sub-editing.
At the mo’, I’m penning things for TheDailyShift.com, and was fierce proud of my slightly curmudgeonly article on how much I hate those blasted Kindles. I swear, they are the work of the devil. I’m also occasionally writing things for TheBlend.ie.
I have a blog, too, which I’d like to tell you is closed currently due to the distinct pong and hazard of wet paint, but, I haven’t even as of yet decided what brand of paint to use to pretty it up, never mind watch it dry. If you’re graphically gifted and like ducks (more on that later…), give me a call. Or comment. Your call. Or comment.
(This is later. Didn’t that come quick?) My main ambition in life is to have a swanky bathroom, with lots of ultra-modern glass shelves, to feature my collection of wacky rubber ducks. Not as creepy as you may think. Also, not a euphemism for vibrators.
If you’d like to extend my duck-tastic collection, by hiring me to ponder and potter about with words, and therefore fund the purchase of more fabulously zany, quack-y, inanimate plastic duck objects (and, let’s face it, occasional dalliances with hair stuff, and gin); you can send me an email at aprilbarry101 (at) gmail (dot) com, or, just send recommendations for brilliant rubber duck-selling shops (and recipes containing gin, please) to me on Twitter, @aprilbarry101; which, I feel, would be exponentially more fun were it called ‘Quacker’ (Ducks quack. Birds do not. Ducks are, therefore, infinitely superior. Q.E.D.).
How are you? Or, to quote the Spice Girls, “Who-ooo-ooo do you think you are (…think you are)?” Some kind of super star? I’m interested in all things + people super, wonderful, and whimsical. ‘Specially if you come out of the pages of a comic book.
If you’d like to regale me with deets about yourself by comparing yourself to the fictional character that is most like you in real life, that would be most splendid.
Duck on.
April Barry 