Plants a Garden Centre Adventure.

As may have been mentioned elsewhere (I don't track what I write per see), I had a collection of plants at my last home. Of ninety-five plants in that collection (approximately sixty-five separate displays or creations), eighty or more were rehomed by my ex-partner who didn't want to look after them or care for them until I found somewhere to live.

She doorstepped me a few weeks back with a terrarium I made from a broken demijohn, that had (since I left my old home) been over-watered to the point that it was more water than soil, a prayer plant she bought me (it has nice leaves but I don’t feel for it), and a tray of mixed Christmas and Easter cacti I took from single leaf cuttings from my mother (who has just celebrated her eighty-seventh birthday). There are twelve in the tray and they flower periodically.

Yesterday, 12^th of March 2022, I took a trip to the garden centre and spent £36 on a few `tots’ tiny plants, mere infants in the grand scheme of things. I videoed the process, and appended below is the feature-length movie of that day's exploits 😊

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.