A couple of days ago, I was rude and briefly referred to the German people as Krauts. This was not done out of any xenophobia or other mindless jingoistic bigotry but more in the context of historical narrative, If this offended anyone Tough Titty. I also referred to the Royal family as being German , this is totally correct and is proven beyond doubt, just because you change your name via something that amounts to a deed poll does not mean you change your nationality. In fact going back to the Norman conquest most of our Monarchs have been foreign: Norman, Dutch, German and a couple of Scots thrown in for good measure, they are indeed a mixed up bastard lot. Aloof, foreign, disconnected, inbred, eccentric and dysfunctional they would be better off being exhibited as some kind of freak show at the circus. With all their fancy paraphenalia and titles and being like something from a lost world stuck between Henry Tudor and Victoria, where you get a bunch of medals and honours for marrying your wife (Or husband) and have someone else open doors for you all day.
It is a source of amusement to my Father in Law that in the twenty first century That Great Britain still has a monarchy, Lords and an Aristocracy. He is American and being fairly sensible people, they disposed of such things a couple of centuries ago, instead they have their own royalty in the form of Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley (RIP) Chuck in a few of their political dynasties and some old school Millionaire families and it is almost the same, minus the titles and crowns. J also finds our Royals to be of some interest, they will probably be part of the citizenship test, she will have to sit one day. Personally I do not like them, care for them or am interested in their stuff. However from a historical perspective they can be a little of interest, in terms of what they did, or in a lot of cases what they did not do. They do in fact make quite a good freak show attraction for tourists. As well as fodder for the celebrity gossip magazines to drool and gush excremental BS over.
Mrs. Windsor could be held up as a beacon of patriotic duty and sticking to her ‘job’ What B*llo*cks would you give up being waited upon, having doors opened for you and living in untold luxury? All for opening a few envelopes a day and speaking to the PM about the peasants and their woes. She has with her an interest in Horses, Corgi’s and how her Ginger haired bastard grand child is doing with his Trans-Atlantic actress turned wife, turned Duchess. Her husband the great conservator of nature whose first act as head of the WWF involved slaughtering endangered animals and whose blood lust has only been tempered by old age and infirmity, something that he has encouraged and nurtured amongst his own off spring.
J brought me coffee this morning and said we had snow on the ground. At least two of our children do not like snow, one of them shakes her paws, the other looks sheepish and is hesitant about the stuff. Otherwise they are all well. Other stuff now.
Some people believe the world is controlled by a sinister cabal who’s goal is total control of everything, including peoples minds, which they will achieve through implanting people with RFID verichips through forced vaccinations and other means. These people are allegedly Devil worshipping, baby murdering paedophiles and maybe Lizards from another planet in human form. Amongst their kind are the British Royal family, and many other Elites from around the world. Does this story sound familiar? Other people think Adolf Hitler was a Zionist stooge and wars are perpetrated to create massive profits for the bankers and those who control them.
Whether the Royal family are Lizards or not, remains to be seen. If it is true, does Mrs. Windsor spend long hours laying under a heat lamp, perhaps eating flies served up by the butler? Princess Diana referred to her in laws as Reptiles and Lizards, claiming they were not human. If there is one thing for certain, they are German, having changed their name by a fancy form of deed poll called A Royal Decree in 1917. George V thinking it would be cool to name his family after a castle, deciding it sounded slightly more British than Saxe Coburg Gotha. Not because people disliked having a bunch of krauts in Buckingham Palace, when we were busy fighting them in France.
That job interview took place yesterday and I got the excellent news today that I can continue being an artist. I have also received a couple of emails on behalf of Sony Music Entertainment who did not like that I was using their copyrighted material without permission. Fair enough, it’s something to do with merchandise, but not the actual pieces of work, which can be viewed: here and here and here. I may write again later, I may not. Whatever you are doing, enjoy and take care.
One of the good things about the Covid is, it has kept the religion peddlers away. Since it all started, back whenever it was, just after I lost my last job I / We have had nothing but peace here. Don’t get me wrong I am delighted the Jehovah’s W’s are staying away. perhaps word has got around that the man with curly hair, gives their adherents ‘tea’ and threatens to set the Cat on them. ( One of those statements is true) My Tomcat is a big soft lump and runs away from anything bigger than himself. Many years ago a friend and I used to grow cannabis in the garden, over about five years we grew almost twenty plants which were described by some people as: “The strongest shit they had ever smoked.” and “I smoked half that spliff and I had to put it down, what was that sh** you sell me?” In all honesty, we planted some seeds in some pots and let them grow. When they were big enough, we put them in the ground and they flourished. Some of them grew to about 13-15 feet. The neighbours admired them, the police flew over them (Several times) and nobody cared a toot.
Before anybody gets ideas about coming to pay me a visit and pretending to be a window washer, these photos are about six years old and the most exciting stuff growing here now are Rose Bushes. Plus I will set the cat(s) on you. I gave up smoking , it no longer had the desired effect, I have not smoked since and enjoy having a relatively clear head and not being despondent or just plain stoned. The man with the Chicken T shirt and Tattoo’s now collects Teddy Bears and drinks tea.
This morning has been spent painting, eating and drinking Coffee, I have only come upstairs to plug the laptop in… And procrastinate. That is the trouble when there are distractions around the place and you are feeling off, with little to motivate, or propel you in any real direction. Perhaps I ought to leave the machine here and go back to painting, at least I would be occupied fruitfully or how about the garden? Either way I should stop worrying about where those commas ought go, this is not an examination and I can check things before posting. Keeping one ear (literally in my case) open for the door is also on my mind, you may be asking one ear? Yes I only have one ear, the other is broken.
A copy of this book was once gifted me for my birthday, I still think family were taking the Mick.
Anyway I always enjoyed the Tintin books and at one point had the whole lot of them barring Tintin in the Congo. Which was almost impossible to get because it had been banned due to it’s politically incorrect content. I am going to pull some socks on soon and do something else other than writing, cause I am still heel dragging and get the idea I need a change of scenery.
Despite my calling and emails I have not yet received any new information regarding that pesky job interview which is set for tomorrow. perhaps I ought to look for a job as an art teacher somewhere, I think I might enjoy doing that. Even better of course, would be painting for a living, artists are an under appreciated lot and are often taken for granted. Just try living your day without the writers, set designers, authors, game designers, painters and anybody else who creates for a living.
I do take commissions, work in a variety of media and specialise in portraiture and landscapes.
Sometimes I think whether my efforts as an artist are being wasted, so far in my artistic journey I have sold two paintings (one via auction, the other a commission) Went to art college for a year which was a horrible experience and rip off and found myself being encouraged to become the Treasurer of my local art group. The last I declined, citing University commitments and some other stuff. The good news is I have finally pulled my finger out, stopped trying to be perfect and just got on and worked. Real work seems to disagree with me, or I with it and after Seventy+ employers, I think it is time I worked for myself. The whole Covid business encourages this idea, I am hardly likely to scrounge a dose of it at home and I can drink tea or eat when I want as well.
Being self employed does mean I have to exercise self discipline, working even when I don’t want to. If I add school work to the mix, I should probably be quite busy. Not half as busy mind if I had to go out and work for some other bugger each day. Public transport gives me the creeps, buses are truly ghastly and incubators of all the terrible diseases. Safe to say I would rather take the car, cycle or walk to wherever it is I am supposed to be heading.
It would be nice to have a change and a move away from the laptop for a few hours each day. Do some painting in the daylight hours and migrate up here afterward, to type, edit and post. J goes to bed quite early and there will be no creaking as I trudge up the stairs at night. Speaking of which, I have to go put out the cat tray and make sure everything is locked up. It is getting to that time, where I must brush my teeth and go to bed.
So this morning I spent some time converting image files to jpegs and discovered them all to be too small and next to useless. This resulted in a small grumble and as a lesson to be remembered for the future. I have still to work out how a large image of say 35 MB, can suddenly shrink to a paltry 356KB when you switch file type. Maybe I need to do some more reading up on the subject, devote time to learning about digital imagery and less on war comics. Did I tell you I have the entire back catalogue of The Victor comic on CD ROM. This is not to mention the whole of Charley’s war in hardback. I will not mention the thousand or so Commando comics I collected over a number of years. I also have a number of The Victor annuals. ( The rest are on the cd’s) One day somebody might have the balls to write a comic strip about killing terrorists, you know the insane fundamentalist ones: Christian, Islamic, Jewish or whatever.
We all have a right to defend our borders from the invader and… Idiots, we also have a duty to understand why the idiots want to attack us and why the invader wants to invade. Maybe they want to introduce something called democracy, or do they simply want your natural resources? If you country has lots of oil and a dodgy leadership then you will understand this. If your country has nothing but rocks and a dodgy leadership… Enjoy. It will be interesting to see if President Elect Biden see’s out his first time in office. That is unlike, the last Catholic elected to the supreme office of that great country. Why anyone in their right mind wants to get involved in politics and run for high office beats the sugar out of me. Maybe they all have ego issues, in some cases are out and out narcissists, or maybe they have put their to do their masters bidding. Or have their skeletons dragged out the cupboard for all to see. If you see a politicians lips move ignore them, they are telling porkies.
So far today I have imbibed several mugs of tea and feel pretty content with myself. I have also drunk several glasses of Soda water and they were nice as well. The weather has been kind today, the cats are well and those wretched neighbours have been quiet enough for me to pretend they are not there. Google analytics pretends to be easy to work with. Maybe in day light.
The alcohol industry makes huge profits out of peoples addictions to having their senses numbed and being stupid. Religion works along pretty much the same lines, listen for too long and you will become daft as well. You see the former kills off your brain cells, makes you do foolish stuff and kids you into thinking the Govt. is doing you a good turn. The latter persuades you by gentle and constant prodding and injections of fear into thinking that if you disobey the ideas being fed to you, you will burn in hell fire for all eternity. In essence they are both very alike one poisons your liver, and makes you stupid. The other poisons your brain and keeps you stupid, remove yourself from one and it feels like hell. Remove yourself from the other and you are ‘guaranteed’ hell. However the alcohol industry pays its taxes, which is more than be said for religious institutions, which being classified as charities do not. If you cut yourself, you can pour some liquor on it and that will cleanse the wound until you can get to a doctor. The religion people will tell you it is Dogs wrath for your sinful behaviour and you bloody deserve it.
The message here is loud and clear, you ought to drink Tea. You can read war comics as well. Tea is refreshing, leaves no nasty hangover and leaves your liver a happier organ, that will provide you with many years of loyal service. War comics can be great yarns of imaginary Derring Do, of brave Soldaten taking on the evil enemy and his tanks with just a pistol, a pack of chewy sweets and a good luck charm. They feature every scenario possible, with every armed service imaginable. Placing the reader in the thick of the action against the barbaric foreign invader and creating some terrible stereotypes along the way. Be warned, war is not actually so cool and being shot at is probably not very pleasant, being shot is probably even worse and likely to elicit cries more substantial than “it’s nothing but a flesh wound.” and Gor Blimey Sarge, that lousy foreigner just shot me.” Somehow in these stories, the cure for all ills is a mug of hot sweet tea and a couple of biscuits, back in the day it was a cigarette or two, but those are now bad for your health. Should there be a warning advising against war, warning that being shot or blown up is bad for your health? I would like to see one and when you consider how many human lives have been brought to an end through wars which have been started by religious foolery? How much violence is started by alcohol? How many started by drinking tea?
The answer is clear, that we as a species ought drink more tea, go to church less often (if at all) Religion is the enemy of all right and free thinking people. Teaching their adherents to hate their neighbours and blow themselves up in the name of what, some make believe authority figure? Let those who would claim their god is right do the warring and see how long their deity and their faith last in front of a Machine gun going at full whack! They ought to have learnt to drink tea.
So after yesterdays activities came to a close, I decided it was time for bed made my ablutions and found my bed had been piddled on. Large damp patch at top left, guilty cat at bottom right fast asleep, one suitably admonished cat later and with the duvet in the wash. I settled down to a good nights sleep on the sofa instead. The washing machine has been busy this morning and the cat is now banished from the bedroom and upstairs for that matter. Not even I piss in my bed!
J suggested a title to me and I am now the proud owner of an E book and oh dear another one. E books don’t look so grand on the shelf, but are far more practical in a number of ways, I no longer have to worry if my holiday reading material is heavier than my baggage. Thank you J. Actually I have just bought a big bunch of Tolkien, that will look magnificent alongside the big pile of Tolkien I already have, the E books have gathered in strength and number too. If you have not guessed this is today, what was written earlier is yesterdays efforts. Don’t use internet based shops when you are drunk or have too much money, you may end up with a whole bunch of stuff that will keep you happily occupied for months, if not years.
At various times I have thought of setting myself targets for the day. For example, one of those, two of them and four of the other, This is to much like going to the gym and so I stopped setting targets and started going with what felt right, going with the flow and relaxing a little bit instead. As a result I no longer get myself in a flap because I had not painted x pictures or written so many words that day. So bloody what and who cares? Maybe cleaning the house and fussing the cats took precedence that day. Life is not all painting and creating and writing, some day’s we are just supposed to sit back, relax and do other stuff instead. Over this festive period I have drowned myself in two bottles of the vintage stuff, and they were both very nice in that they did the job required of them.
Sometimes I think I drink too much, then I stop reading the governmental guidelines and hear my better half clearing her throat like the old lady who used to attend Friday mass at my first school. Being raised a Roman Catholic raised many questions, if God was so good, kind, etc then why did he allow such awful stuff to happen and children to starve in Africa, Cambodia.. He works in mysterious ways and why serve up that Altar wine, then make you feel bad for enjoying it. (Actually it was awful stuff) My relationship with Dog has got worse and worse and the Catholic bit has changed to cat-o-like I have never ever once considered myself as a Roman, though I guess it may have been a possibility in a past life. I think my parents ought to have left me find my own path, it would have been far less confusing to all of us.
The last days have been spent painting and doing stuff downstairs. In that time I have done little in the way of writing, so I came up here and did a little website tweaking instead. I am aiming to be doing some more of this in the next few days, it is a rewarding and pleasant pastime and does not involve cleaning brushes or destroying brain cells breathing White Spirit fumes.
For many people it is a big thing to go out on New Years Eve and get rat a*sed to welcome the change of hour and date. Starting anything, let alone a New Year with a stinking hangover and feeling like poo seems ill advised and foolish. Why do people celebrate the date changing? If something fantastic were going to happen, then there might be a point. Sadly idiots, the Government and the Covid are going to be here for a little while longer. If you wish to avoid this fashionable disease, it is easier to stay home and watch a movie instead.
I gave the house a major clean down the other day and found a load of black mould growing in the window frame. There was also a big wad of cat hair jammed down the side of the window frame. Thankfully it has now all been removed albeit with a lot of sneezing and itching. I have also succeeded in getting the neighbours to turn down the racket which passes for music in their household.