Black cats and printers

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

So yesterday marked another transition in the great and often eventful journey that I shall call Peters Employment History, I think I am up to 83 now, give or take a couple, I did make a list a while ago now, but cannot be arsed with anymore. Like many an old film or repeat TV series it has a hole worn in the proverbial and is barely worth carrying on. Living in the past or at least dwelling on it is all good and fine for a little while but does no good if you are looking to and driving forwards in life, it is in fact a bit like being in charge of a motor vehicle and like not paying attention to what is going on around you whilst driving, can prove to be highly dangerous and costly. In the meantime I am going to be pursuing my own affairs, putting stuff in order and starting this New Year with the correct footwear on to get things done and working. I shall also be developing and working upon my website and doing some art promotion. I Think it is too late to do Art Weeks this year, it has alluded me for several years now, so hopefully I manage to get my shit in order for next year and other forthcoming events this year.

My printer has decided to stop working, I think it dislikes the non OEM cartridges I am feeding it, the issue is always with the cyan cartridge, this printer does not like blue for some reason, even when I am printing in black and white. can you believe a printer is so stubborn and crap that it will refuse to print a B&W document or image due to a stoppage in an unrelated area? I have had this machine for almost 10 years now and am giving it one last go with an OEM cartridge and if it denies me the pleasure of making my work space shake and rattle once more then it is going to a new home. I imagine there is a Birkenau ii type place for unruly printers, where they are dismantled and otherwise destroyed and made into something new. I have included a link for anyone who does not know what Birkenau was and trust me there are plenty of them, my former workplace had at least three of them. All they knew about was LGBTQIA+ and other trendy stuff that permeates charitable housing projects staffed by the often idealistic and naive. I would like to mention I have no gripe towards the people I used to work for, actually I did not work for them I just happened to work in their premises. A place that is fit for demolition and where the drains back up into each other, flush the lavvie in room 217 and a phantom turd appears in room 220, you get the general picture.

Sometimes I think this country could do with tidying up and I am not talking about the litter on the streets and people who throw or dump their crap by the side of the road, though that needs addressing as well. The current system is well easy to take the piss out of, claimants receive the rent as opposed to the landlord, that tells you a lot about things. Any benefit you do receive can be spent on almost anything including drugs and alcohol and other non essentials. J tells me in the US or at least NY state you get a payment card that is restricted on what you can purchase and from where, no alcohol, luxury goods and the rest. It is hard core and prevents misuse, in my opinion it is a brilliant idea. I would like to see addicts being given a choice rehab or prison and forcible rehabilitation. Re-education and making things the more unpleasant for non conformers. The benefits system needs to be shaken up. rent payments being made direct to the landlord and robust punishment for those who take the piss. As for putting bloody refugees before our own countries citizens that idea and practice can fuck off immediately. Fill the English channel with man eating sharks, that would deter the fuckers, it’s impractical I know no self respecting man eating shark would want to swim around in that ghastly stretch of water and it would bugger up places like Brighton.

May be a close-up of cat
Lulu Courtesy of Jacklyn Jay

I am going to spend the rest of the day, studying, painting and doing something called eating. I am currently feeling hungry and need to correct this imbalance. In the meantime Lulu the cat has come to remind me she needs fussing and is more important than anything she can think of, which is namely food and sleeping. She likes sitting on the desk up here in the library, where she can be fussed over and stroked to her hearts content, she was brushed this morning and her coat is now softer and glossier than it has been in quite a while. I must clean out the tray later on and replace the litter.

Happy New Year (so far)

Autobiographical

Happy news today, J no longer has the Covid or at least that’s what the test thing said. I have yet to receive feedback from yesterdays excursion perhaps it will be a double celebration. In the meantime I am cooking a curry of some description, needing a change from pasta and with some spare rice going funny it seemed a good idea. The proof of my endeavours will of course be in the eating, the proof is always in the eating of any concoction. The frozen chicken stuff is I am glad to say nearly all gone and after my experiences with meat this last Xmas, I really want to go veggie as soon as. I feel safer eating beans, Tofu and lentils, anyway that’s enough of vegetarianism and the dodgy meat supply. There are better things to write about, have you ever spent inordinate amounts of time looking for an item on the internet or elsewhere and nearly gone mad whilst doing so? I am not doing that, I have asked the universe to provide and am simply letting things work that way, much easier. have you ever used candle magic, to help someone who is sick, as the candle burns, the sickness dissolves. We did that today, it worked but what else did I expect? I asked, it happened. Was the wish based in ego? no, was it based on selfish terms? No. What if it had been, would it have worked, possibly but not in the way expected and probably having a negative impact elsewhere. Always be careful of what and how you ask for things, the universe works in mysterious ways.

More painting, lots more painting and looking for more ideas of things to be painting. Life cannot solely revolve around women in uniform or in their bare skin, well it could I suppose but that might become quite tiresome after a while and the imagination is always asking for the new idea to be put down.. Follow your imagination, your intuition and see where it takes you, if you cannot discern between intuition and your ego, get a book on spirituality and go from there. Or start dabbling with crystals and gem stones, get a book on the subject, eat healthy foods and all that sort of thing. Be kind to animals. I think this is the first day I have not had any covid symptoms, perhaps it was the port wine I drank last night maybe it had an antiseptic effect maybe not. Something appears to have worked, or am I counting my chickens I have no idea.

I had a battle with my printer today, it wanted to do things I had not asked of it. Then it decided it needed blue ink to print a B&W image, the mind boggles and wonders as to the wonders of modern technology especially when there is plenty of Black ink on board the machine to start with. Perhaps its the dodgy cartridges I use, or perhaps its just a dodgy end user, who is better off with a paint brush, than he is with a printer. Which ever way it does not matter so much and what does matter is that I have learnt to discern between what is important and that which is mundane. Still no Covid report, never mind, shall get on and occupy myself in other ways instead