Parody Inversion Point

Depressingly true. I reckon we could on the basis of this we could end up in Whoops Apocalypse moment sans hypnotised nuclear submarine captain. I reckon there is likely to be an equation/formula that would prove that this isn't actually a joke and more of a theory accidentally discovered by Dilberts creator while trying to reason on the observable ridiculousness of the world we are currently living in. He felt it, but hasn't done the maths ... but it's there sure as grass is green. The simple mass of collective geopolitical players collapsing in on itself thus imploding, creating a feedback loop, and boom.

Memes

I intend to start posting memes here. Funny ones, sarcastic ones, pointed truth ones, sardonic ones. I have curated quite a collection, and I think it's worth having these snapshots of time and relevance curated somewhere fixed. In years to come they may have lost all meaning, and just be pictures with words, but here they will have small contextual descriptions so they can be placed.

Diffusing the cultural war on meat with humour.

On the brink of potential nuclear war, we find dark humour.

When Covid stopped being a disease among people and became a political tool

When you wonder if you've been given blue and red pills

There are more.

I get the sense that the older I get the more libertarian I perceive myself to be, and yet I wouldn't label myself as such because I believe that well run social institutions do benefit us all and especially if we are all paying into them collectively, and that there is a place for the state. I just happen to think that for the last few years the states have become divorced from the people they should serve.

I also think we need to be mindful of our freedom to share our opinions and alternative facts, points of view, or news the mainstream doesn't report so widely. And I say this because, in the clamour of alternative voices, in the free for all, it's possible for the leviathans to hold the field, by dint of mass and or traditional outlets. It is still possible to be entirely correct, right and moral and still end up being cast as the outlaw.

Beer and Fags

 It's Friday evening. How things change. Where once I would have been having a G&T or a beer, I am now waiting for adult swim time and a gentle extra half-mile. It's also a fast day so, nothing to eat until mid-afternoon tomorrow. These aspects of the new life are ... odd, and even after months, I have to remind myself what I am doing and or what I am going to do, and the reasoning behind it.

Here's an odd thing. I smoked a little for a lot of years, but generally more on the weekend, and particularly on a Friday when I let my hair down (so that includes a few doobies ... he says airily as if it was a passing foible, ahem). There is in my opinion a physiological hangover for all those years. Without exception, Saturday mornings under the new regime of no booze and no fags, involves coughing as if the new regime isn't in place. My body has habituated to coughing on Saturday mornings because it did for so many years. Unconscious muscle memory, and I guess because I was always a light smoker with a propensity for a weekend binge the effect is more noticeable because of the one-off peak.

Video Blogging ... the upgrade.

Me wittering on about this and that ... just like I do here but on video. It explains some of why I haven't written so much. I do need to do a full catch up here, in part to clear my head and in part because I owe it to my reader.

 

 

It's curtains for us all.

One has to wonder in this day and age, how hard can it be to find some plain curtains, pale-cream, biscuit, off-white or linen-looking, Tape top or pencil pleat, 1.9mtr drop to fit a 2.2mtr track? Machine washable, blackout, and or thermal (or both), ready lined if needs be. I mean, for fucks fucking sake, there are enough curtain retailers online, you would think they would spend some time rationalising their web offerings, so they at least stuck to the parameters requested. I'm going to have to be sexist here and suggest their websites are designed by committees of women with too much time on their hands and an inability to make a decision (Don't hate me, and if you do ... whateveaaaaaar).

And as for fucking Wayfair they get their very own FOR FUCKS FUCKING SAKE!!! Can someone, anyone come back to me with a definition of the word plain, because unless I've slipped across a dimension of reality or two, the word plain clearly means something else here.

Anyway. If anyone with the patience of a saint can spare the time to prove that I'm a misogynistic, sexist arsehole who can't see the wood for his impatient trees, feel free to find some curtain links, specified to the top paragraph, and reply in the comments below.

PS: Dunelm, close but no cigar. Who the fuck in this day and age wants to piss about taking their curtains to a dry cleaner ... or sending their butler to do it.

PPS: The best invention ever are in fact window blinds ... Otherwise, it would have been curtains for everyone. baboom chaa!

I'm here all week.