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Monday, 20 October 2014

palarkey 2

just a quickest notion into temporary title....
that curiously works video
unlike the £1.50 mic... but that doesn't matter it's the taking part that counts.

And being ready...not just there.





loud noises are one thing....  but it is the several days ago quiet moment ... realisation...i forgot... 'tsas if three years it takes to get back ... to just one's long held simplest routines, that mean you know even if anyone else may laugh.... you won.

so, a dear a female dear...

ONE OF MANY DOT COM
ACC CAP now, at last... there will indeed be all the time in the world....
Pride requires all and any task taken on be it a job or voluntary.... to be always like the garden shed cleaned, done properly. No matter what the outside madness.
The earlier not~done~properly....as in a few too many photos went and put themselves up here, is just to remind myself of two or three reminders.
You see perhaps it can be brought down to one smallest footstamping: "I asked only one thing, that as we as a species have had to be rather preoccupied with for the last two deacdes so it ain't as if it's exactly anything new.... that little machine got that little charger cable plugged into it.... "

hmm well that i guess is one way around their inability to ever make it simple (hmm this morn, if one needs another, just to show up the rediculous little children of webworld.... the traveller in a bit of a flap~ a standard thing, communications most matter when we may depend on them for our very soul... and Google makes it too complicated to have thought of everything such as like Mr Obama's credit card is declined due underuse, the account may have to be verified if used abroad and that is done by a mobile which one may not want or be ale to have on.
That bit doesn't matter as all is closed down.

everything I do is so easy even a 12 year old could understand it, In fact my ten year old did, on the way home one winter evening trundling along in the battered old farmers~car, peugeot, uice~age~proof when they all drive you so mad you ain't got a bean left for yet more antyifreeze... rescue mission, gang of two:  "so dad... why isn't the mum required to do half the shutlling~the~kids from The Isle of Wight, up here... she ran off, she has access to money, and it is after all  2009, and even I know what fair means..."

Just remeber, that moment, not that will never forget them....that one request, made some time in the last two years.
  
Because every single damn point is proven. It matters. And it matters more than anything else ~ certainly more than any saving face, image, pretence.... (on the behalf of the rest of humanity) ... (lunchbreak today with my fave senior social worker...she sort of gets it, 'ts all  so utterly impossible these days, so many mothers [we met over one] lash out in such a nasty way at their infants, even here...  [no pressure on anything really] ... and as for any coupkle being able to even fake a peace treaty for the kids sake....forget it. All nowadays have the same boring reprise, chorus... all seeing eye whereby they know, you know.... no I cannot ever make peace with my ex....s.he's the worst in the world...a logical impossibility of course...)

And it is all quite simple, all such minor trauma, knocks a kids internal systems, so out of phase.... they simply mayn't get back to anything you may call ordinary, stable, not to humpty dumpty.... until well well into middle age..if at all.
And don't tell me we're all so spectacularly princessly meedialy diferent.... patterns are simple enough if you have no reason to be not entirely objective, and the common sense not to trust anything especially ones own opinions... until years and years prove the theses..

It has been worth at least trying.

But that is not why I am here.  am here only because.... hahh what a gift of a year. No one would believe. Every bit of weave loosened and then recycled into something far more colourful, vibrant...
No one will believe the year 2013. Mr Churchill did not say, it is how the failure is worked back into the success of just managing to live the decades....
wHICH MAKES MAYBE THE MAN.
ACCETY CAPITOLS...

And the year, all..... when I may have even lied before it may be.... when it wasnt...a whole big fat year....
what was that, the definition of winning, no matter how much flak... write down and cross check.... fourty two thousand...two hundred and twenty four...files....
Three friggin nonstop days at 2 speed.... (The RedtopLady came through just when she is needed for one grand last act.... NO fucking giving up no matter how committed...)

But not only one...backup... because you cannot trust...any thing..... ever.

(How interesting, a little time with the other Mayor of the locality "Indeed I was an ergonomist [infil bit] ..." " hahh so it wasn't only me who KNEW that all the rediculous wanky design heralded the last few decades Ive had to bore myself reading in Gorniad or say even Time Out... was a fuckin joke.... backwards rubbish... pants...you buy a new usb 3 memory pan and it doesnt even fit two by two into the average pair of slots.... fuckin wank.... "
"But it is our fault.... they think design  is something you're good at just because your LGBT or young and have a silly expensive haircut...no one was their wise elder
"just as ... they will never listen to the plug instructions.... because they cannot, the sound of trauma or even confusion~ which COULD be put right.... if parents didnt run away to balmy coasts (UK),  echoes for decades.....and blocks so much out....even from the (officially) fine mind...

Why, 2013.... must all, absolutely all.... be told. No one else gets a look in... even if it may be about them....for now, at least.

Now, at last... three years....I can, relax.

Not only do the Krauts have no public service strikes becauase ordinary workers are on the fuckin DIRECTOR boards ... to balance the bollox...
Nor loads of nasty fascist Farrages around and about so said for the SAME reason (i.e. they are  acommunist socialist republic, and accept the traveling needs of their citizen~brothers) ... so they don't need to run away from Europe crying...
Into Nige's rather dodgy financial black hole, and that's just his own party finances....
They have by far the best versions too.

shame they didn't invent the internet too then it may be far simpler....and work. And be a fabulous graceful experience... never mind a tool hammered into one for peace.




































http://youtu.be/7P4oGGIsrNc








video



Sunday, 19 October 2014

hahhh....The Lady...she made her point!
oops forgot about that dollop over there...... i would not want to lose any memories...waiting is such pleasure if ...
Hmm it is the "if" that is the prob, and only reason why waiting may not be  a pleasure
There is no "if"

put it like this, the c word... hardly warrants quotations...
rather often 2013 "the stupid bible versions .... indeed what a dreadful posh Eastenders version of the dreadful demands on others even by offering them so called compassion..."

when all one's affairs are in the purest form of order.... every backup treble, every memory just a verse in a pleasant ode...
almost everything understood.





1
not only free of all transmissables
2
3
4
5

thyey, hey....

with, well what is the old hackney trotting horse.... friends like these.....

Li!ar... (even if I am categorically by default and disclaimer NOT part of any team or initiative connected to any other person in any way and not for their sake...mine!) ... !liar! ... is the song, daily for several years...
But not in respect of anyone else known for several...
Liar= all that matters, stated position two years ago......and anyone who takes the time to watch and wait for my manifesto to be revealed always has as top campaigning point, rule A if I've reviewed and changed mind on an order or info point, it will be clearly stated... all that matters, the big data

It is so funny how people assume. The level of pinikerty pretence that people matter or that you may write something out of turn.
Ehhh....wait your turn!

My project, even if I am rather good at keeping 3 or 4 concurrently up in the jugglemeister's orbit...under the most undue of circs...
The first at any rate, only relates to data from 2013.
So you'll have to wait until that superb last year of the OddEssay is hashed up into a collage first....
And in theory...it should keep me busy rest of life.

Even if its about thru that peek into a universe laid out in front of you.... quite clearly to any probable observer...
About the one you can spy through the slatted screen.... next door, that is big daddy universe!




Saturday, 18 October 2014

thyey'll be fixing them by 3d printer next...dotty

A photo is missing..... but several rather good excuses;
I had herard of this but frankly didnt believe it. And the context dear reader is a place populated by in the past strong willed independent country types...even if half of them dinosaurs and perverts if they could be bothered to learn how to switch a computer on which most can't...
But the roadmen, the farmers..... well, once upon a time not too long ago may have just at least done their work with some pride.....PROPERLY....
It is all we have in life, really....

The scene: the most lovely byeway of all ...over Brilley mountain, so happens.... where the famous Estelle was made...
No hands of course zooming at great speed to the next box of soap

"HALT...
"Did i really just see that...here....
"of all places the one common sense and good men above it all prevail....for sure...

I am sure you can go down your own country track and find one yourself to picture....
Take one rainy day, the puddles filling up~ in the potholes aside the main strip....
The work clearly completed the following day all those puddles yet to be dispersed.... the mud still glistening....
Until someone comes by with his crew of four hefty boys of the blackstuff (no not capital ised... you have to earn respect) .... and thinks that roads can now be spray on....
Indeed even by dint of a little [about 3 mil] sprayed on blackstuff.... over the puddles and mud too....

Humanity is saved by the great new techicians of reinventing even the roadworks nice and pretty PC dainty cute....
gentle ....


And then you end up....sat aside all the masons and their councillor Terry, that is liar~Terry..
Evil is only when power, lies in a public place...to the only under 45 younger of the region taking a citizenly interest in the system...(writing in asking to shadow, no reply of course...even from the so called Greens...)
Ive sat on that a while.....
But prepublication....at least make sure you've started the riot in the hostelry they all swear by.... and have their unanamous vote....
cheating Libdems..... must at the very least ...dot dot dot
forgetting that punchy line....as usual....
Gathered Quarry men, reddlers.... and recently had~my~four~servers~hackeders.....
Now I get it dot com...
It wasn't I whom ...was up on his barstool calling the mento arms..... time to revolt!
When the markets turn on their tellys 5th Nov..... hmmm.....

so....

talk about....motion
Action...
politics happening before your very startled eyes....
The feel to the bottom by tthe social entrepeneur....
the....
cancer ward top of the news....
except
the hotel needs to be fixed first
cos the public sector could never really be afforded....

And in that pub......
Where all the briar pipesmokers gather....
And no theres no politics.... thats for other silly fiolk

(HAHHH ...not only has today one of the top worldwide investors staed, "don't buy YUK whatever you do....its all living off funny money..." [absolutely gods honest truth no even pretence at hiding his bile]...but, no politician or pundit would dare to dig beneath the yesterday "YUKbnow has officially by most sterling measures... even worse productivity than....hahhh hahh madland erlusconi bonkin on all the public cash blah di blah.... the ITIS!!
and they really are an effete bunch of Eastenders addicted mummies boys who never grew up...
but what they wont speak of is what productivity is...
It aint industry as we all know...
It aint living by farming or furze cutting..
It is largely services and being middle men and wimmin.....
And the reason that everyone so hates their work behind the mask....is cos they hate their boss, customers, coworkers expartners.... and especially facebook friends.... and their managers.... never mindtheir poll iticians....

... all of which no one can be honest about hence even worse productivity ~ secrets and pretence are so so draining....


To be unveiled inabit... one new weapon. It was bouncing around for several weeks... ES....
But no....
emotions don't matter that much ...
I mean whole several decades of "emotional intel" clearly hasn't worked....

The ....IS rating...is here.

As will be soon the very definition of the Houellebecquian atomised pretend goddess... who actually changed her name via the Poll...to goddess....
who is the very definition if there is one.... all past pretenders forget....utterly lousy evil rating, mere ametuers....
at
evil

Friday, 17 October 2014

Anyway fuck all thatb drippy old tosh......

(i loied, just about one thing....do remind me binman....to fess up...you'll find it a bit...cute)

In love and..... not one human on the planet even those dying the nasty flesh eating virus would siagree with.....
There is now a battle to the death..... and theres nothing better than being on the side, indeed being THE side
That ....
is....

hmmm its beyond words its so fuckin good v mad.....

And there was only ever one battle song as you drown out the madman in the enxt office....


you really had better beware doll...
3, 4...maybe even five lives at stake
And this aint a lyin blog...except when they really are essential trailer trashy...white

fix....

well, sorta......
Of course I knew it would work.....
It is like with a child, you simply have to believe in the product, that a good crisis will come along and go your way
Even if that's just being the ultimate in lessons

("aggravated surveillance" that's a curious new one...... time to really really leave ....and how utterly fabulously pure heaven it would be to join her in her gypsy waggon.... buggy...whatever....don't ever think that life isn't full of extraordinary nice moments with the....
It's too good to even dream of first words... referred to whips...)

I mayn noty be able to fix printer jams... made in USA by their slanteye slaves

And i may especially have hated how his utterly fuckin THE problem nasty ex became his ex... that nasty control, that notion that soft landinggs are not full of ordinary human meteorite impacts....
BUT
(and ...well..... someone else rather important had this her fave tune....
even if ...well some are obviously beyond it...





so, there you are....
All that matters is the lesson, furze chopping your away along the blackdark pure dark rotten dark lanes... (the silly trainees of the day cannot of course internalise, be happy! the predicted torrents that I at least can plan ahead for, hence brolly, binbag for my bag of tricks.... have stayed in the Beebs imagination... i can't be bothered with qs...)

what have you just heard.....

(ok ff half an hour walking back with yet another duninnertube...wireless on just to catch the latest in the saga of when world travel will get banned..... which IS apt...to say the least ...having spent the last three months screaming "so what IS your priority....and stuff, shit...happens...you have the time now..."... On the wireless the same old well will~never~be old.... twatterati some 35ish...Worcester University. maybe the cheap one in Bristol if he can afford the sky high squat charges....in that so bureaoficial tongue which I predict will surpass even Kafka one day in the annals, of what ACTually was going on.. "yes..a few years ago we reinvented words.... we nowadays do not use these nasty words like spastic or Jew.... and by dint, our people have internalised how lovely we will all be towards one another forever and ever till King dome cums...".)

Back to pre puncture times

"what have you heard.....
!"yes they.....
(hahh that exclam put itself in so i guess it looks cute...)
"we have as the class knows been doing a case study on many of the holier than thou in the region ~ that 40ish mile swath....
"they have for years been [profiting from] at their occasional peacecamp thingies [cant say just yet]... spiritual gatherings...  and of course massive Facebook communities preaching love karma and ghestalt healing to one another and their customers....
" they all say they read extensively....none are enthral to the proper drugpipe or needle and none admit to being dangerously enthral to the grape....other than at seances or healing camps or circles of love at £9.99 a time...

"as you know Ive the last two years had actually more than usual [the last ten] in terms of the poor dribbling idiots who can't figure out what next after their lizards have stolen all their money, CAFCASS stuffed em up the arse... and no one has actually caused any kind of family life...it used to be the 50 hours work just to get through their pain, anguish, anger...fine, well understood....
"to get them to that point of ..please now, lines drawn, forgive, understand but do not beat yourself up, or me, about the perceptions of the one you conceived co with usually in something vaguely like luv...
"please now...you've had your pound of flesh from me....it is no longer productive to talk of her nastiness.... for you especially.... it is just a job of work, now, bureaucracy....
"and the endless reruns of her madness ..fine Rachel Cusk has cleared it up... they almost all get very nasty so not one is 'forever the worse of them all' as you all nowadays state..endlessly...
(its a BRitish thing, as journos accept, wimmin, this aint anything like as bad on the Continent...)

"let us only focus on the most elegant peace treaty letters and Parenting Agreements I happened to bring into law by the backdoor and now even appear as almost prerequisite on all the C100 courts forms recently redesigned... tee hee bingo Est....
"and youve seen my examples, i swear on daughts life that at least seven out of ten judges are gobsmacked by my peace treaty work....and in YUK, judgewise, thats a fuckin miraculous level of consistency...


"so.... you have sat in on 200 hours, 150 now looks like never to be paid for, great excuse.... bloody !people!.... of even THIS one...a Hesse man no less.... his LIVIN so many years amongst the pious new age beautiful people....
that have loads a pay as you go websites round here....all selling love and other angel shit....~ we have so long laughed at....
(who we know are tearing each other to pieces just like the rest but that is for the movie....)

"I don't care for anyone else but ... we did care about him, because of him.... the only human over 4 I  love... who makes me feel nice inside~ always~ he is my drug...
He is even better maybe than my own.....
he is truly incredible.....
I mean where did fuckin submarine come from.....
I mean.... he is exasperation in its most beautiful translation....

"Of my last two years worth of victims.... ALL... [well with one exception sat atop a mountain growing pot... whist pretending to save his money to pay the fares over to see me... on disability of course... between runs to London to earn a packet...that his 4 never see.... ]
Absolutely every single one.... every
wise and worldly cos i only do that kind nowadays...no drunks or fat people....

"Not one nowadays can ever for a second let go...of the cancerous bitter fruit within ... absolutely obsessive contempt and an inability ever to just give up and be philosophical.... stop...caring..i shall not even use the h word...

"not even he..... despite the endless diatribes this summer.....despite the mountain walks and ..[infil later] .... despite the greatest possible ever newgift he has....


(ff half an hr.... just utter contempt, for the silly man with his PPE or fucking Gcse in newspeak.... utter contempt, you silly man....control words....and I reckon it does the very opposite.... forces the hate that is natural and human ....deep inside yourself.... attacking your very DNA.... and that is Attack with an A...)

"I mean did you hear....... he still can't stop... he could never listen to my words..... despite all that great support from....even her.....
"still on and on about her...... spiritual goddess we laugh at...her only letter to him following the most graceful begining to legal action ever in all of history...she wants to eat the newborn baby ... so he has her, in writing, SS aren't going to think that's very nice...so endof...we have all the evidence we ever need....to let THEM do your battled for you....
pain her in media and everywhere else for the mad cunt she is, never mind the far too many books on spiritual matters....she's actually writing..... and needing a load of help we even offered to pay for out of teh Swiss bank account..........
so forget...focus on the life you have... that lovely amazing new few years of life.....
 "just out of the blue...just like that........
"despite being given only a few months of it..... left.....


Of course..... those words did not work.....
And I do my work first...... its everywhere....as all is aout to reveal...not just here.








Anyway.....

lateish, rescue missions..... hustling along the lanes...fast... the MOVEMENT....
(rubbish can't, move, and in Powys [well certain extremely Hay-on-Wyeesque, but only shabby copies, not the real deal other locations 20 miles yonder] they used to brag about high rates of recycling... the official figures do indeed show they got bored of that too.....

Oh yes, movement, I was told twelve years ago by a fairly sane film and media tart and her acolyte him far saner older and wiser of how it is one of the only very few fundamental recipe items ...to the block!buster
And if you haven't figured yet that rubbish moulders and festers..... whist this life, pretence, OddBigEssay....
quite quite unplanned..... after a year or two or was it three of Walkabout, but not going very far~the greatest walkabouts / road trips..as the hobo got....
became one of purely posed, perfectly balanced..... movement...
And if you haven't a sense of that go eat a plateful of rubbish..in the usual pants that folk sit and write at their screens late at night too bored to bother having a real life...or stuck, it is, in their gullet....

hahh havent heard this for ...years....

No, Addenda.... I haven't been in that folder for several years.....
the purple memstick rotten away by the canker as reliably as the tyres which don't need the tyre lever any more such flappers....

But a man, not only protects himself from all possible data loss because as sure as it isn't taught in YUK schools... just some simple routines and principles..... you'll lose it... unless you take care....
The only lesson above all the last curious year has yet to inculcate....
No matter what (but I have a cunning nasty plan.... I shall destroy some of their data,... well, that's what they will think..... see if that fuckin lear!ns em...)

A man also teaches his children that fundamental. Well that's when fathers, were



now the next bit is hard, for several reasons perhaps the easiest to hide behind is it has been subcontracted to tribe members...
Underlings
scum at the bottom who can only think of their own fuckin oesophagus (hahh without the need to trouble Little Miss O)
SO get the rope out, bind it tight around the old headphones so flesh~eaten by the virus of badly made even if a Sony pair...
The diaphragm cancerous and flapping in the wind
solved by binding it all onto the head it can't flap...

and stick on ....
a whole nation living off  Dobbin in one or other


So, a balmy night, a rescue mission (of such pathos, depth, 'twaseverthusness yet zeitgeist~ the real version not public pastiche,  in it, there really is a whole fuckin Tolstoy crossed with Houellebecq in it I swear!)
A liz! ard to work out what on earth is the latest suicide pact it has with itself....not my prob. Indeed so irrelevant it was left off the list. One cannot recall all.
Events dear girl, events....if you think Ebola is an out~of~nowehere attack on the stocks and shares and then international travel and then all the other collateral.... this operation can do one better!
And all that matters is having ones grasshoppers around to learn from it all.
And all that really matters, they are well trained to chronicle it being they're unlikely to be able to learn.
Too bloody busy endlessly adding to the fixing box ~ yesterday a world record on fidgety fingers ruining several essential new second~hand pieces of mission kit.

But then, rubbish.... I would, and will if I live forever, spend a whole million words with tags one day then expensive SEO ....on how the ultimately rubbish society cannot any more (i suppose there is some kind of porthole where you may be able to assess a really expensive new brand which is dressed up with expensive visuals and models and then even more expensive models.. but I have  aright to be entitled to just survive in my bottom 1/3 fiscally speaking... I am addicted to mountains, always have been, but am happy enough down in the valley between the Peaks of weird economics which does not reward real value...)
I have had a bicycle around most of my adult life~ usually some 10 or 20 year old model, quite adequate, for up and down my old big lack Mountain hill if the car or van were off the road in the garage getting fleeced by Gittins.... [used to be wonderful caring garage prop before the wave of a bit richer folk tsunami'd in and of course he was poisoned and those whom had faithfully preached his merits for years were...no longer even bothered with, their older models left rotting in the corner of his yard the expensive 4byes and the like ~ the ones Sloanes and other Londoners own... paying more.

I couldn't care less, even if sad, once a truly honourable man but that was sucked out and replaced with poison... as sure as it was so obvious in his dreadful acolytes... as we discovered, because there is one form of honour above that of rural valour, it is honour between fellow VW camper van owners, and fixers....

Bicycling is great, I only rediscovered 2 or near 3 years back... you hate it the first 6 mths... then as you fitten up and learn to ignore the bicycle traffic nodding at you in all their expensive kit and neon which is so distasteful... almost as good as walking for the zen, and the blog, because the mind wanders entirely free as one peddles.
Except for one small matter. You have a spare innertube, spanner, patches...all standard stuff, Even if the other small matter is that it has been now treble source journalised that I was right.... some puncture glues and some patches are now incompatible. I thought it was just the ubiquitous shit products...no, it is also the madness of the designers...not talking to one another, nor even telling us poor consumers [with no TCS left..] repairing punctures is essentially pot luck...
Which is I suppose to be expected as yopu slide up the central European bottom... production values wise.
That we can sort of cope with~ sheer brute force of a pile of inner tubes [fill in later, i bore even myself or at least having to type anything is so dull these days...]
But, there was an invention, what, fifty years ago? they were quite the thing even by the time I was scooting round the very very quiet backwater lanes of the Clywydian hills teenage...
A rim, a tyre, and  an inner  tube that having blown up had a little ring to keep it stable within the tyre~ slippage wise...
A system that worked so fine that one never even thought about it other than how boring to take off the tyre with all those levers you needed to gently prise out the tyrewall rim...

And then FF a few decades.... joyously restricted to the bicycle, there arent even any buses left now (to the nearest town~ as in town with a bank or two kinda town, down from a whole service just a month ago)
Once or twice a year the last year just about scraping the coppers together for a  box ofg inner tubes, one new tyre of ebay...having VERY carefully shopped around.. one elsewhere (big story there, later)
In the main it seems that the little band of metal that held the tube at the valve hole has been designed out...
But that is not the fundamental issue...
because a reasonably snug tyre and blown up inner, would, well, just do what it always did... hold itself all together and the valve would bnot be destroyed every five miles by the tube slipping so badly within all 7 or 8 active and standby wheels I have on my fabulously efficient fixing rack system...

TBC

Of course we have interviews with a range of morons who don't know that you can actually repair a puncture rather than skip it ~ the whole bike that is, sic [no bracks because it really is time to come out from the cloak...soon]

But....
tbc

Oh and Dave~ it's going well on the golf course, [obviously one knows he's now wasting rehab's resources but it really is the most lovely fun just to jibe a little with the sadly only shortlived term] "Hi Chris, Talmeth.... the spies report you've done a great job following orders... down there at the bottom of the standard basket, the plastic biscuits still at 54p... wonderful so the dole wont ever go up again.... and that was VERY clever, picking a bad news, well not really being as its 99% black so of course no one is gonna fill the billion bob pot, filling us with such disinfo....no one noticed that in the absolutely standard COOP... [with a captive audience definitely not type A]...
just yestaft managed to squirrel away without anyone noticing one of their many year staples ... the economy* version of the sultana, goes great in porridge...
* in other words quite adequate version, munched for hundreds of years...
updated we note yesteraft to the flashy brand supreme ultra ergonomic version in a very expensive packet....
same virgins, in fancy gar, no doubt, just twice the price...well done feller! that'll make then point... starve, eat the immigrants or.....fuck off and die.... all three great for Worcester woman we're still after, mug her, yes that went well, but the rape her battery... is all we have left if there's a cliff at the edge of the second Peak...




"thirteen percent"

Well, that is from the oracle one would assume

framer scowl

So, it so galls: there you are, with trainee liz!ard ~hell it's hard! ... nighttime rendezvous at the chippy (this is right out of a really miserable Hardy) ... there they are huddled around their mobile phones, perhaps misnamed more like mobile homes.... not very nice these homes ~ stuck in their eternal update which means that in the fringe regions, say beyond a day's march to Birmingham, the data signal is so pathetic there really should be a class action against that button which says something like do you want to access that so called "data" you have been conned into signing up for a gig a month... because you have as much chance of grabbing all you can eat of that as getting cheap fish n chips in the Marches....
All those expensive not~very~mobiles to feed...with cash.

But that's all too complicated for rubbish intellects so we shall avoid.

So a late night rendez~vous with liz! to then meander up to the furzecutter hillside... (i just don't understand how such an ultimately nasty one could settle there, no water either... we are talking walk to the well stuff... big pension one day though)

It really rankles ~ gets your gall, if you have one left.... you return to the woodshed later on that night having tramped half way across the lands ~ the threatened deluge had held back ~ interesting how bad BBC weather online has recently become at any prediction...
The content and time~rich shed dweller ignores all promises predictions and certainly the words of those whom may for instance owe yer a bill or five ponies ...
hence plans his days around the drizzle... which requires no planning, but lots of time standing at the doorway looking yonder for the heavy rain which has been forecast days and caused plan A

So we are on to B....
galls: switch on the nighttime wireless (i don't believe it we now have the, live of the wire: "Twin Peaks Economy" ~ frankly, as ridiculous and nasty as that particular bit of fucked~society all on sex for cash [favour is the same] weird nasty thoughts towards ultra sex symbols, and weird yanks... ]
propaganda...we never needed and caused me to throw away the telly back then in Whitehouseian disgust
being an intellectual.)
Anyway where were we before recalling the utterly ridiculous babble a few days ago about its rebirth.




Thursday, 16 October 2014

thats a sound..... hahh what was the line some time ago?
"doesn't seem to have learned...words that go together...like brush and floor"

You don't know whom I really beat.... Maggie's bastard son.... reaping his chaos in his wake...
Down there a few years behind me in the great game....
I wonder what he will think when.... hahh thats some line of dots.
Infection control ~ not worth a title. Funny really paradise, on drugs... not my thing. But "sure... we know you.."I shall chase you down the road on my bike if you don't remember to pop back in with the coffee cash..."
That's what you want, a sense of humour too.
"been a long time since Ive had any real fun...now that would be..."

But it is far far more fun, to listen to the "rubbish in..." and... just file it all away for your real entertainment...whgich will soon begin.
And the first of it is not even in one crossed conection or cookie crumbling into a sterile identity ~ not ever for me

(oh yes list A..
never...a ridiculous word, they'll speak with Isul too one day ..if they can ever find the head that is...only the really sad still 12~year~old hasn't read any literature and one great theme spesh in the biographies...is that people..mellow...and grow up.... espesh if you can cure princessitis.... I have...and the coup off the old block...has happened...in an event..or two just when I was en fuckin titled to a quiet day...)
But for the darling rubbish collector. (i shall never look and take it from me I know how to spell it...)

All one wants is some truly sterile mystery shopping...and I am very good at identity and a few if need be...once or twice I've had to create one for the most unimpeachably anyone would play god reasons...
You send out the stooge into that mysterious world of shopping...for compliment and just one iota of authenticity......... guide it out first...gently, build the perfect foundation... without any makeup... a "basic instrument" as even the famous radio 3 man said...
You put the time in.... lots. Careful time, great sacrifice time...

And you sit back and birdwatch....
and the other lot.....

So you get a lousy Blogger blog, type in "

Lies (by Stan Rogers, cover by Mick and Andrea)"

and see if it doesn't come up...when you go to their telly channel and type ditto and its there top


i would be most surprised if there was any of this utter rubbish if the internet or rather portholes...were like a fine Dassault...Fabrigue en La France..

Their lies..... the amount of music people, and ordinary civilians who dabble...and community members and...
who have looked the stooge in the face... (this going back some, I'm free thank the gods of all obligations ...)
And, say...say.. hey "ive ten of them in my loft... such that you can sing as sweetly as YUKS very own Joan... up there Andrea of the link... and record it just a bit kinda niceish..."
And do you think it ever saw one? and that's just for starters...
Good job my tribe learned the protection in the bomb proof suicide vest of a bit of gaffer....
Such that your proof of their lies...is at least recorded for posterity.
Indeed I wonder if I have actually heard one word from anyone for many a year except the screen goddess.... 
that isn't the biggest load of rubbish Ive ever heard of in my rather careful life......






events....
never mind love....
love is only alowed when one has figured the silliness of soul mate...
And has the two kinds well and truly decanted into their two diferent boxes.

WOW?! what is all that about...? to use a hackneyed phrase...
hahh hahh.... so, rather long riding crops...
paradise not kiddin!

And a tragedy.

hahh that's funny.... a heckle, i never go in thataway...but all routines at last must change and be fixed in stone
someone must have gone to a lot of effort.... but then I don't cheat...
this is pure! no links, SEO, tags even...or not many as no one can keep up with what matters

last rif on a new theme during my free bath...will have to come back to.

"just fuckin type! A..."
words stick a few more onto the list
spiritual
know
alien
love but we did that, several kinds.... to bee see
free ~ Ive never met anyone who even begins to understand what it means, not until you can.




and Be list...
The Heron ~ only because she sure has an arsey squawk as she rolls on by back n forth..
Boycott
fat
fox
overwhelmed, especially if you are poor Billy even turns his site into adverts....

see...

You really wouldn't want to live with me, in mine....  
everything absolutely perfectly positioned, except there is so little to position...all posing just takes away from the jobs in hand...and when yer sure...your sure.

to be.... cont

To the heckler, I don't have to justify anything except what may work. But the great lessons are those nothing to do with me, when the most pious by far folk for miles... by far, officially, have their little pet.... and their pet line is hell we need more young people...and I provide one....
And their young slave is doing their bidding, trained to follow orders rather well actually...
And has communicated very well ~ i do that bit...
Exactly what side of the county the goalpost is dug into the ground... "yours, in your back garden... at your beckon and too lazy to make a call.... when the Queen G comes up to hover...
The exact purpose manifestly stated to network or even if just photoshoot...
with the [one] young under 50....in the whole county...

All words are irrelevant. All....
The only ones that may ever matter are those designed for one specific face....cos everyone needs their allies...
Just one would be nice.... an equal....
But only the big people can....dot dot dot....




(HAHH HE REMINDED ME, BIG ..VERY...BIG LIST ON THE WALL "IF YOU EVER ACC CAP...use these words:
I'll make sure that the hanging rope smells of petunia or catshit take yer pick before u use it...ehh... tickled with featherduster forever...ehh... we set her on you...ehhh....

soul
angel (ss) unless with a hanging rope round their neck in great pain
love
I
Dawn (im the only one whos seen it and yer gotta)
New
dark (that has to be earned)

and a very very long list to be filled in later

So to quote Mrs Jones....

the sacrifice...at last is over.
I shall perambulate, when the nice people kinda are up and about....
take my coffee
....up the bum, thats a truly great version....
and then he clicks his high heels....

It is a sacrifice to have some time.... only scrambled down to my lifelong office...the one you sit, stare, and those fabulous Frogs know....all of life should just be lived...
during the at least~an~hour~a~cup... you'll get on the continent without being harassed on or rather off....
just to sip your cafe

absinthe if you must, the Altzy's gonna get you anyway....
Unless you think.
A lot.

And there's only ever really been one place for a jolly good think....
Preferably before all the spastics and assorted other bums, crawl out their lazy beds midmorn....
Life is too short not to at least try to associate with people whom at least may have just a little of that early morning energy that says every day an entire!ly newday....
And I have made a great sacrifice... stuck well half the time anyway.... in the forever Groundhog of....
not being able to take my morning coffee in the midmorning of 10am....when....

Except we shall see.....

I kinda like that ~ no more riffing seeing if the odd note not planned works...
P!oliticians, jour!nalistas, Writ!ers, chronique!lers, ahh and of course ... sing!errrs...
All so crap nowadays especially categories ...well I was going to say one and two but if you add teach!ers in..... the whole load are as much scum as each other. Especially the journalists...
we all know politiciands are type a and have sharp ones
(ITS AMAZING ACC CAP THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE THESE DAYS WHO SAY THEY ARE INTELIGENT AND ERUDITE YET DONT EVEN KNOW THAT OLD ONE ~ TYPE aSTAR... ENTIRELY ADEQUATE...
MAYBE NEEDS REDIFINING...)

In which case..... create your....own.

But I know how to spell non~partisan.... in the form of maybe you will chose to suck the Tory Lord's knob... like Birgit....for a preplanned cash injection
Or maybe you will decide that Ferari's are more fun....
It is nowt to do with me...indeed many of my arguments are that way leaning (ploys you can't beat a good ploy) ....
But then, abuse, it's like fingering a little one when its not nice, traumatises for life don't you doubt...
Stick Pilger and Monbiot up their bums on day one.... no amount of antiviral's gonna get it all quite out of the windmills ...of their crazy minds.....


 





however..... when the fools so fat n daft they couldnt even see Birgit on their Lord High Knobs...for cash
Want to pander to Nigel via "well we'll reset it at zero percent as clause two alows..." " and see what the others then do...."
which is the whole fuckin point of the c word isation....
There is nothing finer than a cause that you are absolutely 100% sure of needing a little work on.....after a LONG long think......
So maybe a little work first.....

Maybe..... the problem

So, i need a ton of cash. Even if it would be far more fun to do it the old fashioned way of just drifting as the hobo monk....
with a rope round his head as practical measure...
ropehead
addendum, anti, having just looked that one up for fun....al this time....to fritter away.


Of course it is all very very simple... even if of course the dreadful greens or Greens cannot factor into their fancy computer programs they show off with and don't they look even more self reverential on a nice big powerpoint presentation, of nothing that is indeed the present...that we've shipped overland to other seashores our rather smelly footprint


Britain is as long known an entirely urbanised society if not on location...in the head.
That is only about the cash register.
An actual countryman.... rather than one who really only cares about his name on the spine next to the word "nature"... knows that if you spend enough time innit... say, chopping the logs between the sessions on the treadmill....
Perspective isn't something that is just a therapists term...it is for real, it burrows down under the troll holes foundations....

nature is the cure to all of man, enough time innit and even the sticks and stones that may indeed break something... are seen as irrelevant and get over it unless they actually do puncture the lung or an important vein....
And as for words..... taciturn, the traditional pose of the countryman...is a two way affair....and it is ones responsibility to inveigle ones children too...into that fine old tradition...unless you were only ever fakin it....

So, being as there's never been any hope and our wildernesses will only ever be a monetisation op....
'treally is time....
a laptop or two...usb 3.0 please though so sad one cannot retrofit the fabulous speedy one...of three.... (commies woul know what forward compatibility ACTually means..)
The Empire is seeded
And it is said that broadband or wifi are far better in even darkest Yemmen than this ridiculous excuse for a land....
So just a little bit on the side band of their big band 'll do me fine...
cos I've only one wish......wilderness, some real wilderness..... long long way from....well thats the point, a hell of a lot of this planet is relatively untroubled by the melodramatic pants that even the naturists and their curing .... think theyve created is New J.....


And all these new words chumocracy......
Perhaps if their coiners were more intent on keeping fresh the definitions of some old ones...and their frauds.... we may have something to hand on worth while to the next gen or so but then... theres no cashorkudos in that is there.....
the only q....
worth ever perusing....

Hahhh... the dayshift....








Meanwhile

back in the land of successful predictions...

"unless you really REDFLAG IT ALL.... the fuckin hordes will just pile onto the SSSI's [a right wing kleptocracy is defined by no more inspectors left to inspect not the fine crits which can take care of selves if left alone but as usual nasty two legs who will....exploit even if it means pissing in his own supply]... and forage for...cash.....[especially those hungry Gypos and other assorted C Europeans over here for pretty much only what they can ...take.... especially our children..."

UKIP: "They're stealing our ecosystems now...[sic]..". or some such perhaps more poetic lang.... I would rather agree with....
But then, its our aristos stupid enough to pay the 50 quid a kilo they get for it.....
SO shoot them first Nige.... the ones that didnt go to the same old school tie...at least

"maKE"

...poor little Ed...

Now, Tories may well stand outside pissing in.
Oh yes...really.... a New Age begun today, her Redship... stripped nude, just one folder, the elves thrashed within an inch.... into .... streamlining which used to be called everything in its place, and focus, and keep all your stuff in one briefcase.... because you can only do two jobs at a time even if three tasks concurrent is how you'll have to live...because people only pretend they like you

I have had my mind spring cleaned, indeed even positively prodded...
Really very silly people who want loadsa new houses built, and the even sillier ones who see green revolutions as just a load more murky gravy ~ no one will EVER hoodwink me...
The effete, define, the endless lectures and gatherings next to expensive yurts, to self glorify via knowing what a Pauwerhauss is....
or is it powerhaus?
Small p...a  rare foray into Ogle to spellcheck, well they know how to spell it on their powerpoints...
(gosh, so dedicated the last few months I actually need my reading glasses to see the keys through the mist.... if I really loved my acolytes I would have price of entry learn to fuckin touch type or not one more second of my life you get ....dotty innit)

(To the overweight Lady Quangocrat: "Ehhh... 18mths luv, ehh? ..... yet another Welsh initiative that as we all know being as a new organisation takes a year just to whip the office staff into some routines...by the time they've chopped yer fundin....you'll have achieved nowt....unless, you take note of the only solution there's always been.... to sex it up! to.... well we all know hairy shirts don't work ..... but making it cool... desirable... and explaining why, not pious fearful 2050 we're gonna burn why but... why, positive spin why.... mean nasty atomised why its REALLY great a lifestyle solution......
And you WIN..... by its dint....
My tribe luv....can deliver that.... what you'll never for a month of Sunday conferences manage....
and it'll only cost you one usb 3.0 laptop....
which can be recycled after the nukes are launched......
And you've already seen ....
hmm what can one term the lead nuke? tbc

[hahh there's ALL ways a solution..... do I have a g-clamp large enough to staple the earphones firm against the bones...because not only does the volume auto~increase, but the vibration of the speaker fabric blowin in the wind of all their noise.... wonderfully abates if so....no I don't need a new pair...just yet....furthermore the sound quality's better ... never mind ones own sealed off world...]

Silly me, even if there aren't any industrial tribunals left to take the boss too.....
to have ones Human Rights universally applied even if a spastic on a couple of quid an hr....
leaving the hanging rope over the slave's desk....to remind them of what they all nowadays default to Eastenders wanting......
[sic on both fronts]
There's always a dual purpose....
A fine piece of sturdy rope.... double run around the head, nice and tight...never mind my fave colour so maybe even a NEW VIRAL FASHION STATEMENT....
NEVER MIND
ACC CAP...My brand
it works!

Full volume has just been currency devalued... and is worth a hell of a lot more than it used to be...
without spending a cent


Thirty years ago when the waffle first began, about maybe the air filling up with the byproduct of being human
.... lets just pretend for a moment that those chinkies and wonderful caring Subcontinentals all half a billion of them too....dont all want what we have at any cost....
....and the basic math suggested that twice as much in just a few decades may be a trifle risky....
some cunt put his hand up in the council meeting and asked maybe if it may be  a great solution to go large on the mastic and gaffer tape on the stock we already have...which is gonna take several planets worth of stuff to rebuild so.....
And he remained a cunt as he failed to have his point taken up....
Especially now... when all the nuveau politicals who pretend to like Natalie ... all want a slice of the fancy half a mil ecohomes...which will only ever be built a dozen at a time ....and place

But I was ...well, like almost   religious day out at the park....a
FIXING the problem..... even if its just a case of turning your heating (your..I have none, moved on from that little additional aggro in life when your oiltank needs filling at a grand a go longago...)
"retrofitting" your home....
Even if in todaymoney and silly attitudes is a 100grandago.....
But it need not be ...whats the word....hmm... intimidating which of course is what every single dreadful pretend to be greenbird finds everything...except herself...

FIXING the problem...is a hell of a lot more good old fashioned Heath Robinson kinda enjoyable fun than even the ponciest expert so called could hide behind though they try so....technical terms and charts and funny numbers
Just loadsa wrapping it up, bunging up the holes, and bunging up even the very small holes (did you know breeze block walls actually have a wind blowing through them./..?)
And then wrapping it all up even more... and going round with your pollyfilla and spooning on a bit here and there...
And thats it.. they can't dress up what to do about the number one simplest way to meet yer 2050s... now....today...well the few months of great fun doing and easy therapeutic job....

But no, Tories can't do anything productive like suggest to the spases* that ok lets compromise at 3.. plus you can have the Green buit we add on to everything... when it works...which it will cos even a moron can manage to learn to use a trowell and some playdough and a candle with some smoke... nice bit of Tellytubbies playing on the Walkman....
And if you get good onnit...and afyer maybe 6 nmths want to continue, being as it costs a ton to retarain the next moron....
then we will be in the money if we keep you on at 6....

*not a derogatory term, being with the obvious extreme exceptions as in Ebola or skull fracture.... every single person, many, amazing how many round Hay-on-Wye too...even.... many a year...
Every single person I've ever met on "disability" cash...handouts...  infact insn't...relative to a few others Ive known....

The green Revolution is just about loadsa pollyfilla, mute point the 160 mil or 120 mil insulation maDE UP OF A COUPLE OF LAYERS ANY 5 YEAR OLD COULD CUT OUT INTO THE JIGSAWPUZZLE OF DOIN IT propERLY...
OOPS
acc cap
sometimjes less is more
is properly more effective than FUCKIN properly I'll put on a loop and feed into your brain forever until you listen!
the endless refrain

The green Revolution, is just about a bit of fairly simple fixin.....
And "winter gardens" ...that used to be known as CONservertories.... which trap a little more of those fine photons in the winter when you kinda may need em....

But of course it'll never happen... that'll be too easy...and no Green or any other councillors/bizinesswimmin/Alternative Technology gurus or goddesses or corporate ent specialists..... will make any cash outait... never mind the kudos they'll not get either....














collateral damage

("you have to think before you do something....[yucky horrid fracebookeese..]"... hahhh.... forget such sense, not translatable into modernthink.... this is NOT a negative~energy blog despite your fear.... do come back... because of course the first law of thermodynamics is that it is conserved...it's all just about the flow, which is the second.... and it is time I attempt to warm you up, me to yoo..... )

An evening a week ago..... in an old vit'ls and sour beer lodge....
Could have been same setting in Hardy's age
Except for one little matter
Of the three fair maidens gathered at my table, well other way round actually....
But doesn't matter.
"For all your fuckin Bulmer Foundation sustainability degrees blowin out yer arse hot air blah di blah you have not even a bit of self ed, like I at least put the time into... education in the great words even the wonderful backtofronteese such that you've never heard of heaven rebuilt at Llareggub... or at least in the notion....
but thats ok.....
"But a year or more of trying to just get through to YOUR sort who fuckin dare to pretend they're the new charioteers of society/caring...when your sort would never even deign to bother check their emails they promulgate ...for the odd ordinary citizen, maybe even apparently pleasant young women....
"and hence turn a notice inviting participation into an exercise in fuckin contempt.... and something that i bet you fuckin brag about in Facebookeese... and get your likes too
"But all that is just the damage.... you fuckin wreak on everyone else...Ive known about years since I saw my own cause fall into the one exception to thermodynamic laws being as soon as everyone goes online all the good energy entropises into a black hole ... is gone.Forever.
"But luv....['boo hoo...blun blub']....
" My personality is MINE....do not make your pathetic assumptions about what i DO...or succeed in.... based on one or two hours in the artificial theatre of war of the theatre you pretend to fight the war from....

All an amusing aside
("guess what luv.... you can cry your hungry alligator tears.... and I'm walking away now and will not have one fuckin care for them, or second thought,  or your sorries.... only that you can't say I get your point, comrade citizen...")

But how sad, not on the warm front she may assume. The other, the interesting one...

"So, I'm really interested.... before this life, even if they're so entirely connected as in all waste is I nowadays know an artistic expression of vanity conceit and melodrama you're all addicted to, like yankees are to incarcerating their kind, for profit.....
"a whole OddEssay ago I was planning to be in this line, being my first care... but got diverted into the Princess business....
And why they exist.... in short as a nasty virus magicked up by parents who can't be bothered to put their kids first in a moral manner.... as in spend all that TIME to ensure they are loved for not being princess but for something far tougher, that which was the case for many a generation... useful in their own right which takes a hel of a lot of apprenticeship... which if you're a human your DNA says you enjoy....
Because it is whom you are...were...
But I'm back.... now a few years ago I may have caught a Horizon on how great all the tidal power and funny snakey things draped over the ebbs and flows and peaks and troughs will be once a little developed...
And my wilderness the only one I enjoy and have all of life those thankfully passed around/through Midwales backlands...now covered in fuckin turbines just cos millions of twats cant be bothered to figure out how to unplug their devices...or loads of other sins..like turn the heating off in Welsh schools come the late spring...
"But I thought that the one real hope was the underwater turbines in the tidal flow channels etc....
"And you are the first careerist Ive met from that world....so fabulous and ...blah di blah...so prey tell where is it all at, sadly Ive never had the time having met the Princesses... "

" well its like this.... me, most of my mates....we all dedicated and put all that work experience and playing the game.... but the whole thing is...well it doesn't exist... there is no seaborne alt energy sector... It all went up yankee and few rather less Milkenesque Londoner.....
"Noses
"the whole non~business is run by hedge fund managers with big coke habits.....
"became just a  paper money ..game....

"So fine maiden, one out of three with a brain and clear dedication is about the way it used to be in The Woodlanders times.... do you WRITE about this, blog if you must...[by dint of being here one would assume you care...long way to come for a few drinks..] ....
"ehh well if I did well I wouldn't get an actual job even if ten years postgrad searchin hasn't showed upmuch yet other than a few interns to cokeheads...."

"ehh...[notsaid] well if obvious lead charioteer such as yourself..team leader no less! ...can't do free speech in what your whole goddam fifteen years of adult life's been about...and so adamant is societal imperative.... fuck were fucked.... so time for setting examples.... here there and everywhere.... and worth it! Every word"





collateral damage (standing up, maybe I should what with all this heat at the desk...)

Now, once again, an all nighter ~ well nearly, woken by the chunky mouse, ehhh...we will come to our mouse later. Having a good rummage through the litter.
But an all nighter or nearly, comes but occasionally, only when I am excited ~ never overly ~ about the ability to complete long long fought mission creeps...
(never think that your mission is confined, that's the point, you may begin one but for gods sake.... allow for expansion, if in time you see that your instinct, that weird thing in the gut, was right and it turns out the expedition does find that gold which Gordon Brown sold to pay for all the 30 years of decadent buy now pay later, for that which as a society we could never afford: devolution of what should have been left to the Post office queue....

("real money being lost..." hahhh... there never was any real anything.....)

All nighters should be only when you've done all the prep, and the energy is jolly well contained ...and you have no doubt that the messing up the system, is worth it.

But on the occasional ~ hahh ten or twenty occasions in a whole lifetime once one gave up the glamour of pretending that Rambo on enough caffeine to hit the highs, by dint of knowing it's never glamorous that hangover of deprivation, sleep, ...occasional switching on of the wireless in the early hours where thank the gods its only half America, tonight we join the rest of the dots: photos of sheep ranches in hot countries rather American even if drier, off to the Killing Fields, then killing fields of Mexico....
Well at least one hears a more diverse delivery that isn't that dreadful whiny usually female lifestyle journalist with her Facebook accent, the one that turns the sentences up at the end and you just know she's nowadays there more for logging it on the social sites of look at meee...

Gosh it sort of works dot com. That thing which was the only way it ever worked. Face to face. Take the time to go through the phases of the moon, initially he is on the wane: "[slightly tough guy look[ what dya say there..."
"Don't worry, only a joke.... I'm sure there's nothing innit worth nickin..."
Via several sessions on Eastenders which comes through the mobile phone...
[default]
To, a few months later " I will REPORT...."

Forget dreams, no one knows why they come and go. But seven years ago~ where does the time go?, I had a seven year itch as in that phase of life processed (anyone near me has their ego continually bombed into the flack that it is... with "processing, that's all life is, process, the dust in your house, the food in the fields and hedgerows, the notions in your head, the various fights with the bureaucracy, the constant need for equal power with your parents if they're going to devolve wisdom to some other universe you will never see inside of, etc.... adinlater... process her)

having processed an earlier phase, frankly a shock, but being shocked is learning... time for a new phase, a new url.... a rare entry into some website too many of course we have to trawl through to ever manage remembering which, unless one processes the records perfectly.... automatically .... what they used to call routine....
A really fab URL.... even some jingles recorded, rather lovely ones. But that then would have been what its always gonna be about being younger people simply have too many issues with elders. Well there comes a point where you have to throw up your hands in theatrical definition of madness is to maintain the same approach and expect a different outcome.... But the bothiness, is do it...always... bring ones security via ones story, yet at the same time in exact perfectly synchronised dancing both limnal curves, also give full power to the grasshoppers. Give them something which they own. Which nowadays is knowledge, information, or just a skill. Make the next phase that which the wise elder is unskilled at. Deliberately.
And there you go, when rarely was one any good at design. You end up head of it by dint of inspired solutions.

So, the bird is out of one cage. hahhh but I keep my brand: absolutely cast iron even if before we get there there is a whole other existence to bring to life, that of the make do and mend for life and fun and real pleasure and a few other things that silly "Green" [big g equals the ones who actually believe when they get a bit of power they'll be any different than....tbc] folk entirely ignore on their way to signing the digital petitions... as in turn off their computers after a bit of lobbying to get their dreadful girl on the podium too....
And save some fuckin LadyinRedl energy.....

So, where will be the balance one wonders? But that it does not freak...ever again... the modern ballet dancer, perhaps so overweight, overladen by the dreadful conceit of the times,  that the pirouette process sure lands with a loudish thump!
No better in the !Kung tongue
!Thump
But the real art.....is even if the landing is a trifle noisy in its rumpus, the footfall is firm with no stumble forward.

So, back a week. What a shame: the rules of life when even the Greens say "we really do need a war to sort out the crap that people have become" [and that is about 75% of quite a few surveyed the last year, and my surveys are of perverts, the recipients are chosen for their philosophical DNA and maturity even if I made one big error but then what a mistress of disguise and press releases about the self.... ...
"war" which I entirely not only disagree with, truly saddens me, not that I have pretended to be interested in humanity such that I've ever read much war literature or non~fiction, and no screen stuff thanks... But I have read my Russian/ Eastern bloc/ S America suppression  material...and a fair bit of Primo and gang... lots...
It is never ever what people predict... that is where the word war crime / atrocity....comes from.








"2 hours 30 min"
"1 hour"
"3 hours 30 min"
"50 mins"
Now if you expect the fine United States to apply standard infection control measures otherwise known as common sense, when they cannot even manage to give a straightforward time estimate for doing the most straightforward task ever which we have to implement to counteract all their other hazards...
As in move a simple chunk of bytes, just one folder, just one project, just one format from one  internal hard drive to one external, then copy it over to another....
You are nuts.
But of course deep deep down it is about wanting to survive.  If they did, they could.


Wednesday, 15 October 2014

hahhh hahh hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
treble!
Always ....once the failure to teach our kids even what backup means..... has been sorted. Days of it.

Now. what you will not hear on the news, is how.....
So, there is cost of living, and there is a bit of a squeeze. But there was for4 years a kind of too confusing "compact" for anyone else but me.
Now, I'm no loony tax and spender, when one knows from the inside how utterly evil the waste is.  years of study, how absolutely inept and just stupid so many of the systems and their managers are... paying any tax for them is just perpetuating it all.... which of course was the battle cry of the proto Teaparty over there a decade or more ago, so take care...

Anyway, there was an unwritten law, deal, compact ...understanding, some years ago that the squeezed bum, couldn't afford the train occasionally, to eat, a fag and a few other essentials....hence two things arose, the government top~up scheme called crisis/sofa and fridge loans... (about a grand if you worked the system over say a year with multiple apps) ///which took the dole from 70 quid a week up to 90 amortised, minus the 5 a week they took back.
The deal.
So they eventually being Tories squeeze that one by tightening up on the rules in quotes otherwise known as saying "no" when they usually said "yes".
Ansd then there was the other one, ehhhrr like everyone was optimistic on the minus side re tax credits, so you often got a bit more than maybe you were entitled to, but if almost everyone is, and anyway the max is capped, well we could call it just income, taxbreak....
whatever.
Most people in the bottom 1/3 after a  while just learn to see it as part of the combined remuneration package. Many, whist living fairly frugally on that package can't always manage the basics, even, in their cupboards.
And the unwritten deal, chaos, because so often "mistakes" were made that the recipient didn't bother reporting, it being too confusing the seven letters, each of seven pages....

Shrug of the shoulders dotcom. The Package.

And then one day, today actually, millions whom previously had given ip trying to figure their bonkers system, and the pile of we overpaid you givitback letters were showing the noticeable symptoms of rot.... be3cause they hadn't been even flicked through several years for a jolly nice airing...
We have decided to change the system... we are now automatically reclaiming either 10% or 25% of your taxcredit payment ongoing....

never before for a moment even suggested. I mean that's a BIG move....
never mind that the next set of errors you never bothered querying ....  may now need challenging, but there3's no longer much of a Tribunal Service left where by right you get your queries looked at by someone if lucky with just an ounce of sanity

Now, if probably half or more of the bottom third who depend on their tax credits to eat, have these new system letters....
That is one hell of a lot auto munched back..... without any new law, no new media hype...indeed i bet your average so called journalist won't even notice....


Hahhh...the magnificent day....begins




Tuesday, 14 October 2014

a monk's ropey belt

 you turn it around
cos the silly auto~turn is as reliable as their ...

 The man who still has is manhood about him, even if genders are long gone, and just something for the quangocracy to dominate with.
Is not beaten.


The ropey monk

the purple rope, just makes me think of hanging myself [not me, I'm way beyond that but I do like the second suggestion of it conjuring up the image of an angel hanging itself] 

Hmmmm. excuse me whist i deal with the normal rubbish ~ the waste pipe  of capitalism, but I will win! 



Monday, 13 October 2014

warm up..... maybe I will, maybe I won't.....
warm up..... maybe I will, maybe I won't.....

value & war

Now, I promise...... you see it is like this, for every dreadful bit of media, never mind ask the actual people and report what they may actually say.... or say with those words we [addendum, they] cannot say....
For example just when groovy pets supposedly become more the zeitgeist, it is extraordinary how the trade in them in even a supposedly rural county such as this one.... dies, not because people are nice and no longer trade in mere animals, but, years later chronicling inside all, because with the kind of folk you get nowadays there is so little to talk about.... (even the "Greens" aren't that;s just become yet another club, with lots of meetings about meetings,,,,) ..well there's little else to do, whilst waiting....
People do not have wonderful beasts which delight, thrill, fight, and show security in you, too.... such as ferrets because no one for years has had "the time"...
(i could never subcontract this, just remember that... because there's a kinda magic.... it is a body ..well, celebrating)

The problem with media isn't media, it is the gatekeepers.... millions of people too sick of their workplaces, and seeing the whole thing as a plot every day they're so carefully attentive to, of in actual reality doing as little as possible, getting the female PR dept to spin it into something else,  not letting on that you hate most of it.... aren't thrilling feelgood media, never mind the fact that adherents to said ubiquitous attitudes aren't likely to do much in the way of emailing in with their hand up.








Sunday, 12 October 2014

To hate someone you must be really quite interested in them.....



stimulation

"we live in this very sexual culture...."
Ehhhhh.... selfies of yer bum, ehhh pax of tits and ass.....ehhhhh
Being as the light emitting diode ow whatever makes a pixel glow
ehh just about all it does is stimulate the photon which by some interesting miracle if you must of nature
hen causes the imagination to maybe have some reaction that causes something else to have a reaction...
Ehhh...espesh when apparently there is far less of it in bed or over the armchair than ever ever before...exactly how is this .... anything to do with sex?

It's just (innix) a soap opera...

And as usual a bit of candy, Laura...

Saturday, 11 October 2014