I recently removed myself, albeit temporarily from the Facebook place. This move may become permanent, it has been a matter long on my mind and something has at last been done. I think it may become permanent, and am surprised at myself, for having taken so long to get this far. Social media is and can be a toxic place, it is an experiment in human behaviour and without doubt a place where governments snoop, sniff and check every word of what you read, write or say. The same can be said for that Alexa machine, that plays music and tells you the weather. It was fun for a while, then I threw it in the recycle bin. One less thing to dust or pay for you know. I have a 200w sound system instead and where my current music collection is slightly limited I compensate for that by having a internet connection and some decent digital speakers too. J is probably not very happy I am away from FB, though to be honest that is her business. I am pretty sure she will read this, good I like getting visitors, views, clicks, hits or whatever else they are called. They make my ego bigger than it is already is compel me to find a new and bigger home to house it in and ultimately move away from this dunghill known as Oxford and the muck heap called Blackbird Leys. Somewhere in the countryside, a nice cosy new home with a log fire and nice big garden.
Other news now, I am researching yew trees and archery and that kind of thing, personal interest you understand, I may/ will write about the subject sometime soon. School work is moving along nicely, having just got my last assignment has been dispatched. Erika the mannequin has had a change of clothes, though she really needs a whole new wardrobe as her current collection is a little large for her. Ultimately she needs measuring up to get a proper idea of her needs, then a charity store raid can take place. In the meantime I will be throwing out yet more stuff I have no need for, the local charity store is most willing to take it off my hands and for that I am most grateful. Other J has been off the radar recently, I like the peace and quiet of late and see no good reason to alter it too much.
Oh fuck, I have to go to the Job Centre palace later and make my reasons for being out of work. Well these are numerous, and words like peanuts and monkey’s come to mind when contemplating my answers. I figured a while ago and after 81 -/+ employers, the universe wants me doing other things than working to make some other bastard wealthy. Happily the weather looks quite nice and I may well cycle in and get some fresh air, avoiding the hassle of driving and doing a dodgy park near my former workplace. I really cannot be arsed dealing with those people or running into them for any length of time, like what happened last week. I am simply afraid of telling them what I think, which never really does much good. It is easier to miss out on conversations with some people, plus I do not like them it is as simple as that.