NOTHING TO SEE, JUST WORDS

Autobiographical

So a few days ago, I started writing. In that time I have written about 6,000 words, some of that was free flowing, the kind of thing that just flows out of your finger tips. The rest was deciphering my handwriting and trying to make sense of stuff that was written down several years ago. I do not like typing on my laptop keyboard, it is small, awkwardly shaped and the keys are in different places to my big clunky keyboard upstairs.

I have been writing about Porn, the history, the material itself and the differing ways it has evolved through up until the present. I have written a lot about porn and I do not think the end is in sight yet. Happily I have a number of different chapters to work on and shall let each one get the attention it deserves, as I work. That way it will be done quicker and keep my mind focussed on the job at hand. After I finish writing I shall start on another subject, there is a big pile of stuff to choose from and I am enjoying myself whilst doing it.

In the evenings I come downstairs and paint, but not tonight I have come back upstairs again. My relationship with J is blossoming and right now we are very happy and she wants to stretch her legs out on the couch and write her own stuff. We are looking forward to a quiet peaceful Christmas together and have no idea what we are going to be doing. I suspect a fair bit of eating, relaxing and being at one with each other will be part of the plan. Why did I start writing about porn? Well I wanted a change of scenery away from painting and writing seemed to fit the bill. Especially now that university is over until January and the Covid situation suggesting it’s a good idea to stay home or go out as little as possible. Something I do anyway. I do not care for crowded places, less for idiots, running around like idiots obsessed with the idea, they must buy as much as possible, for one day of the year. Call me a Scrooge all you want, I do not care for the festive season.

When I am done here, I am going to feed the cats and write some more. If I stall, I shall do some other homework instead and look into stuff that will help in future plans. J says she will do any editing that is needed. I consider myself very fortunate and thank the universe everyday for bringing the two of us together.

Listening To Roger (Again)

Autobiographical

J has recently given up Alcohol and now sends me links to do with the subject. Occasionally she might throw in a few words such as. “Did you know Alcohol does this or that?” I think she is trying to convert me to sobriety it makes me want to hide my head under a pillow or put my fingers in my ears. I think I may be in denial. However I am endeavouring to drink less, and not question her motives too much. She says she feels loads better for having quit, I think she just eats more Chocolate to compensate. Drink aside, today, yesterday in fact the last few days, have either been spent writing up coursework notes or converting a load of babble into something halfway semblant of the English language. The addition of proper punctuation and another edit will bring things up to scratch and then the next chapter can be added. a wad of handwritten stuff can then be consigned to a box somewhere. Having got all my coursework out the way early is a delight and means I can catch up with all my own creativity. You see I have just worked through four thousand words and have approximately the same in hand written stuff on the same subject, which sounds daunting and with my hand writing is even more so. Doing stuff like this, helps me sympathise with the teachers at school and those who mark examination papers After I have finished writing about pornography, maybe I shall start on that writing about Alcohol. It would be an appropriate subject, considering everything and will serve to alleviate any issues whilst drying out.

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SOME ALCOHOL

J has said she will help with photographic stuff, editing photos and the like. In return I shall be doing a load of stuff. Basically we are helping each other to do those things, the other may be not so great at and so far so good. We have several ideas to work upon, each will be coming to the fore as we progress and when the time is right, not before. Re-arranging the home is also on the cards. J wants a study room and I want to do some stuff in the garden. All these things will take time, ideas, counter ideas, school work and a thousand other things will each play their part in seeing things come to fruition. In the meantime, I shall write, be creative and then write some more not forgetting that in writing I am also being creative. Plus writing does not stink of Turpentine or require the washing of paint brushes.

We were planning on a small walk this afternoon, but it got dark sooner than expected. Or time ran ahead of us, and we forgot. Whatever happened it allowed us to each do what we had to or wanted to do and get it done and complete. (Almost)

Operatic Obsessiveness

Autobiographical

Study has taken up a considerable amount of time recently and for once I think I am actually enjoying myself. Writing more on here for my own pleasure would be nice of course, but do you really want to know about The Irish Potato Famine?

As we head nearer toward Christmas, I laugh at those fools who booked themselves a totally unneeded vacation down in Cornwall. (England’s South West) and have now had to cancel with no refund, cause one of them caught the Covid and they all have to stay home and sweat it out for the next fortnight. I doubt you will find this in the papers, but is probably a common tale to be found across the globe right now, anywhere there’s are idiots at least. In the meantime J and I are settling down, we argue at times and she encourages me to be a better person and I hope I am doing that for the both of us. Switching off from studying and relaxing seems to be one of the harder tings to do right now, unwinding seems to be Alcohol based and probably does not work so well. The other method works very well and the only spirit used is to wash the brushes and thin oil paint. It’s hoped that I will get some work done on the artistic side of things over the next few days. Doing a job search and applying to a few would also be a good idea. Also the car could do with a good wash and a clean, the weather is ideal for such a task. Grey miserable and dank. In the US right now they have snow, I like snow. J says I would be sick of it after a short while and she is probably right.

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A bridge reflected in a body of water, with a clear blue sky and surrounded by tree’s and lush green vegetation.

I want to wind up here and go paint, put down new ideas, complete old stuff, drink tea and eat food. I want to give up alcohol, but am lazy, support J in her sobriety journey but am perhaps a bit selfish. In the meantime I study, write and listen to Opera obsessively. Feel I am running out of art materials, yet have loads in the cupboard. The same goes for my encroaching belly that threatens increase on a daily basis. The time for change is here and that change ought be embraced.

Moby Dick is Feeling Sick and Captain Kirk Is A Silly Berk

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If it’s not one thing, then it’s invariably something else and if it’s not that. Inevitably it shall be another thing.

I am of course, though that may be not totally clear, speaking about something that has recently happened. Something that is an all too common theme, in my efforts, to find sustainable employment and has actually done me a bit of a favour. I do not mind hard work and you can throw any amount of it at me and I shall get it done. Try me on this one, but please appreciate I am a little Mutton Jeff because of that. The employer liked me, said I worked like a Demon (my words) and could not fault me except for… In all honesty, face masks, plastic apron’s and gloves made me sweat like a racehorse and being unpleasantly damp the whole shift, was not a great feeling. In letting me go, they kind of did me a favour. I am now free to go back to studying, writing and looking after J who is still feeling Jack and Jill. The office still like me and shall let me know, soon as they find a suitable position for me to fill.

Star Trek': Captain Kirk's alien loves
Work

Our youngest, Foxton, has been spending inordinate amounts of time away from home visiting with other people and neglecting his own family. because of this and other undesirable mannerisms he has picked up, he is now grounded for the foreseeable future until he corrects these faults and remembers the way he was raised. J and I have expressed our displeasure in no uncertain way, with his Aunty and Nuncle also agreeing to provide a guiding paw in matters of domestic decorum. I only hope, that whoever he has been going to visit, soon realises the roof is not leaking, nor did they spill their cup of tea. (Again)

Postman Pat Official - YouTube
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Melville's Whale Was a Warning We Failed to Heed - The New York Times
Moby Dick

J and I will soon be celebrating our second Thanksgiving together, by eating loads, drinking like Fish and having a jolly good time. Up until yesterday, we were both a little concerned about our plans for this holiday, what with work and stuff. It would appear having a loud voice has it’s advantages; Being able to make yourself heard in noisy places and enjoying quality time with your loved ones being just two of them. In case you were wondering Foxton is a postman pat and I am done with Captain Kirking, at least for today, unless it involves stuff around the Rat and Mouse and J still feels Moby Dick. If you don’t have a Scooby doo what I am speaking about, then I suggest you take a butchers hook here.

GREY SKIES AND GREYER MOODS

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So the reading through stuff and editing things has commenced, J reads them out and I cringe. My grammar is something special and the ADHD thing kind of makes things interesting, a bit like tearing up a novel and rearranging the pages in a new order. Making for a whole host of unlimited twists to the plot. The sun is out today, the sky is blue and at least one cat is outside sunning itself. Lunch was tasty and we are both content. painting never got started yesterday, I stayed with the writing. Something about the twelve Apostles, though whether it stays in it’s current form form for much longer is questionable as it may well end up being utilised in something else. No doubt I will be asking J to go through stuff, correcting, editing and making recommendations. Her expertise is greatly appreciated, she has yet to decipher my hand writing. I have yet to decipher my handwriting!

School work is coming along well, I don’t think I have done so much note taking since my school days and for some reason I can read my writing here. We went for a walk today and I applied for a job, nothing fancy, it’s a stress free and easy position, Plus I know the work which is even better. Right now I am slightly stuck for what to write about and am going to give the other writing a break for the time being and maybe tackle another subject. The current Grey weather is not helping my mood and J has a little black Dog yapping around her heels which is not nice, I hope our next walk out will yield a stick and we can get rid of the thing. I love animals but not this thing, it dribbles, smells and is generally tiresome, saying that J really wants a Chihuahua, though probably not a black one.

Grey skies and Bach

Autobiographical

We were planning on going out for a walk in the local park today, the weather got in the way so we went to the dump instead. It was closed and we came home again. J made some lunch and we ate. Riveting stuff. Because of my fast paced and action packed lifestyle I wish to write about something relaxing and easy going now and looking through my folder (one of several) I realise that to do anything from here would require patience, time and a lot of questioning, my handwriting sometimes has a lot to be desired and that is what makes the whole thing so joyful. I really ought get done and type up more of this stuff, somebody might even read some of it.

Now that would be awesome. What if I were to publish it? Let me do the writing up of it all first, in the meantime and whilst I have a clear head I shall go do some painting and regulate my day out some more, like I had planned before J came home. There is a whole host of subjects available to work from. Everything from Alcohol to porn. (A whole load of writing on that) Erm what else? Oh Jesus, Sex dolls and their various attributes. A bunch of stuff on my former employment as a salesman, A massive missive to an ex, though I think that can wait for another day and another letter to an imaginary person written when I ought to have been smearing gravy browning on ‘Chocolate cakes’ Something else about a Govt sponsored job club I was obligated to attend, but only managed twice, cause it was shite and the third time I was supposed to g I found some magic mushrooms in the park which were far more interesting. What I am saying is I have a whole bunch of stuff available to work from even the crap poems I wrote and the two pages on immoderate language and swearing, which was another job club thing. More alcohol stuff. The electricity poem is quite good fun. (I Think it is) J would have a fine time, if I asked her to write this lot up, though I suspect half the time would be taken up with : what is this word? or who was this person?

A folder full of creative writing

Oh Jeez, my handwriting does something awful and goes very small, maybe I was saving ink. There is also something going back almost thirty years here, though that is already typed up and I can read it easily enough. Sadly and probably just as well, the poem about the Brown Trout is missing. Making things easier, I shall probably start with what’s already on the computer and work from there. There is a lot I know and it all needs to be dealt with in it’s way, most of it is quite palatable, with plentiful mentions of politics and other contentious subject matter, though topics such as sex, religion and others may well crop up from time to time. Have you been watching the US election happenings/ I tried not to but with J being American it was hard not to. I won’t wish Mr. Biden luck or anything, he has quite enough to be getting on without my meddling in his affairs. Though why would anyone ever want such a Dogawful job beats the shit out of me, though he could have done worse and wound up in retail.

CATHOLIC CAT FLEAS

Autobiographical, politics and religion, Uncategorized

J is an excellent cook, makes wonderful Coffee and even offers to bring it up to me in bed. Truly I am blessed in many varied and different ways. Today we agreed, to turn the rest of yesterdays wine into cooking ingredients. we both need to dry out, clear our heads and start being productive again. Alcohol is good fun, but it fuddles the brain, Tea is of far greater benefit and I have written on the subject once or twice. The home brew operation coming along fine, soon will time to bottle some of the stuff up and start the next batch, by this time next year it might even be halfway drinkable. We are both looking forward to this part of the adventure. In the meantime I am spending my time wisely, doing schoolwork and looking for work, Supermarkets are not playing a role here I would rather do cleaning which is a pleasant peaceful activity.

We might be going out for a walk later on depending on the weather. I would also like to do the crumble mixture for the Rhubarb, that was formally being used as the constituent ingredient in a country wine recipe. j has gone upstairs to do what J has to do and Ninja the cat is vying for my attention. All three of them were de-fleaed earlier today. (the cats that is) I must get out and buy a skeleton figure for Halloween, hanging it out on the hedge to frighten the neighbours. seems a good idea, either that or a dead rat through their letter box. However in the interests of practicality and recycling efficiency, the rat shall get a reprieve this year. We may also turn a Pumpkin into soup and play Black Sabbath (loud) Though personally I think Mariah Carey is far scarier, than Ozzie and co. will ever be.

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If you have a pet cat especially a black ones keep home in the safe in the days leading up to Halloween and that. There are stupid people around who think it cool and clever to be nasty to them at this time. There are also idiots letting off their fireworks, which pets do not like much either. Don’t burn your money, go to an organised display instead, they are better by far, often with delicious burgers and other foods and a nice bonfire to toast yourself by. I shall be finding one to take J too and introduce het to the quaint British custom of burning effigies of political terrorists. Though in fact my ancestor was actually hung, drawn and quartered. Or at least that was plan. He jumped off the steps, whilst ascending to the scaffold and broke his neck. It was considered uncatholic to burn one of our own whilst my Public (private) school so it was more usual to burn a notable Protestant instead. I think the Bishop of Canterbury got it one year.

ROBERT RUNCIE FORMER ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY

Burning people alive is barbaric and wrong. However doing it to them when they are dead, is hygienic, efficient, painless (probably) and spares the rather disgusting imagery of worms eating the decaying flesh for decades afterwards. burning effigies of them is not much better either.

KNEEDING THE DOUGH

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

It’s been a couple of days and to celebrate not having had a drink, I am enjoying having a clear head and doing something else instead, namely writing. If you want to know what I have been doing this weekend then click on the link HERE or you can carry on reading cos tomorrow I am back to doing school work and being a student again. I actually enjoy studying and making my brain work in different ways, I treat the writing side of things as a creative exercise which makes things more tolerable and easier to deal with than previously. Though saying that, dragging myself away from watching films in the evenings may be a little difficult but only if I let it so.

Two days later and it is time to do some home brew operations, or shall I do some baking. Jackie wants to bake bread so best I do homework first and keep the kitchen clear, though perhaps I shall wash the plates up first and provide a space she can work in. I may well end up making Peppermint Creams, we both like those, however they make a lousy breakfast so the bread takes priority today. There are of course other activities not involving the kitchen, painting, writing, the planting of bulbs. That kind of thing I have been grousing about these last few days, even the hedge may get a hair cut, though my attempts at getting J to ‘mow’ the lawn with a pair of kitchen scissors have come to nothing. We both want to get some fish for the pond and start bringing it to life, I wonder when the Frogs will arrive, Newts, Serpents?

I have had it reliably put to me that frogs and newts do not cohabit in the same space so happily the latter will eat the spawn of the former and the former become displeased, I am not sure about Toads, but Dragonflies seem quite happy as do a whole myriad of small and interesting things, adding plants will only encourage a healthy environment and make it all the more interesting. The cats seem to like meditating round there as well, as do I especially when the weather is warm. The title is misspelt for a reason.

FACEBOOK AND COLD FEET

Autobiographical

I love J she reminds and encourages me to do my schoolwork, makes breakfast sits down for a little while and goes back to bed. Leaving me to get on write and at get down a load of ideas that I can boil down into something that answers the questions posed, this is not part of that plan. We went down into the local park yesterday and had a kick around in the sunshine, later on I made more home brew, this time a bunch of Parsnips have fallen in the pot with yeast and the rest to be added later today.

The sun is shining, the cats are asleep and my breakfast is slowly being consumed, the Apple and Banana bread adding their goodness to my constant need for sustenance. Imagining a life without the need for food is an interesting idea and is indeed possible, if one is willing to make those sacrifices. Like stopping the reliance on animal based products, especially those of meat and dairy. If we stop the killing and systematic abuse of animals, then we may as a race stop abusing and killing each other. If you want to change the world, then start with yourself, be the change you wish to see in the universe. Actually the cats are outside now, if they are asleep or not I do not know, as they are out of eyeshot. J has reappeared and is drinking more Coffee.

School work is now taking a back burner and shall restart in the morning, J shall encourage that, it helps that I WANT to keep it under control and stay ahead of things that being the way I started out and how I mean to continue. J is scrolling through Facebook, I just had a look through myself not much else. I thought it was cold earlier, my feet especially so, it helps to put socks and a vest on, this way we can be warmer without putting the heating on. I shall be posting some more artwork later on and hopefully be adding new work to the rest of the site when time permits.

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NOW WITH ADDED ARTWORK

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So am finally settling down to having another human in the house, things like having a whole bed/duvet to myself are gone. I have swapped them for snoring, occasional farting and cooking for two, I have never been happier. There are now two people to fuss over the cats, fresh bread is back on the menu as is a largely vegan diet. I think we are actually both very happy, though to be sure I have to check with J first.

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What else? days out in the local area, nice walks in the park, doing the washing up and asserting one’s rights over who can brush their teeth first in the evening before bed time. I think these little things are and will become pretty permanent fixtures in our life together. The cats can do the fighting and arguing instead.

Other news, have been doing a lot of painting these last few days and ought work on here more often, activity seems to have shifted from evenings to day time and pm’s are now spent on a comfy sofa watching movies and other relaxing stuff. We were going to go for another walk today with our recently acquired football, however the skies are a nasty dark grey, J wants to stay home and make Banana bread. Who am I to complain?