Fucking lockdowns..

Saturday, 28th August 2021

It’s always,.. always the mm here’s today’s BG so far: takes longer to build a decent scene properly from the horizon up to the foreground than it does to draw the characters and pose them…. ..

Course that’s still far from finished: I haven’t even started on the right side yet and I’m currently working on the treeline, which also needs plenty done to it for balance and pop, as well as the colours not – I’m not content with the level of contrast between the background and foreground plus I want rain in this scene – hence the overcast sky – but don’t know whether that’ll be worth bothering with.

I’ve just gotta figure a way to give the impression of stormy weather without actually adding the rain itself.

Pre-storm will work, course.

Also the clouds aren’t really done with the existing ones being only temporary and the canopy of the trees left and right will be more defined when I’m done – not the flat-green they currently are and the dirt road will be shaded with potholes and bumps etc.

Still, I felt like updating but didn’t feel like thinking or writing so this’ll do.

Saturday, 28th August 2021

I was almost home a minute ago when I walked past a solid timber coffee table that’s the perfect size and height for hours of ‘puter comfort and on the spot, instantly decided to carry it home with me.

First time I’ve ever seen furniture out front of anyone’s house that’s been good enough quality to tempt me at all and here it is – I’m unsure which timber is, but being a warm red and Australian it’s most likely a dark Tasmanian Oak or light Jarrah and though someone’s lazily painted only the top, legs and sides with a black satin paint, I could easily strip that off though I don’t particularly care about the paint.

Most notably: not only is it all solid wood, it’s still perfectly tight without even a hint of wobble or movement around the joints OR any damage to the wood itself at all, so it’s not just firewood-ready garbage that’s been sitting outside in the weather or the like – I’ve already wiped it down but even then the layer of dust over it wasn’t much at all; apart from two coffee rings, there’s no other evidence of gunk or filth on the sucker.

Sweet.

The mouse even slides around the surface nicely and the satin finish means I don’t need any flat mouse-pad substitute.

Finally, an upgrade from the piano stool I’ve used until now for the mouse and keyboard, which was not only barely big enough to hold the keyboard while still having room to move the mouse around, but uncomfortable to be sitting at for extended periods: being pretty high as the stool is, I’d have to sit on a chair to be the right height to use it – now I’m simply sittin on the floor with the one foot height of the timber coffee table just the right height with more than enough room for elbows and spreading my shit all out.

Perfect.

Less than perfect: the mental bitch who stopped me while I was aimlessly perusing the supermarket for dinner tonight in an attempt to engage me about bullshit I didn’t quite get the gist of – not least of which owing to the earbuds almost completely blocking-out everything she was trying to say, preventing me from even hearing more than a tiny handful of words she was babbling at me.

Yeah right I got distracted eating and editing, then remembered I hadn’t quite finished here today, not that there’s anything much I wanted to add but just cap-off the paragraph above with what the mental bitch wanted: though I couldn’t here shit-all she was saying – I even took out one ear-bud to listen, but she had this weird, whispery croak of a voice that was still inaudible below the general din of supermarket white noise – I made out several times over a just a few seconds ‘..don’t know you’ ..‘seen you around’ ..‘have I’ ..‘know’ ..‘to offend you?’ at around which point I’ve shrugged and told her I’ve got no idea, then she’s insisted on a few more seconds with her dribble that I’d determined was basically her saying she doesn’t know me at all but that she appeared to have some weird compulsion to ask me whether she’s done anything to offend me and I’ve still got no fucking clue what the bitch is on about and told her that whatever she thinks, “I haven’t thought about it”, because I have not only not thought about whatever her paranoid bullshit’s about, I have not given a second of thought to her – at all, ever.

Largely because I don’t know the woman, reinforced by the fact she’s that red-skinned alcoholic brand of very unattractive and I don’t give a shit at all.

She’s tried to continue the query even after I’d expressed absolute don’t-give-a-fuck – insisting she’s ‘a nice person’ who is worried she’s offended me purely ‘in the interests of people polite and well mannered’ but I’d already put my left earbud back in my ear and ended it with “Okay” as I’ve walked away from the creepy thing.

She didn’t go all angry-woman or hysterical or anything like that, but the fact she stopped me knowing I’m a complete stranger for all practical purposes, to attempt to ‘resolve’ a problem that clearly exists only inside her skull, was, well as weird as she was.

Now I think about it, maybe the scrag has COVID-19 and stops other people with horseshit like that too, just to try and get them within 1.5 meters in hopes of infecting them while she’s out.

Given we don’t know half the thoughts going on in the minds of people we’re certain we really do know, there’s fuck all way of estimating the kind of shit oozing through the brains of those we don’t.

Friday, 27th August 2021

Since the very beginning of my podcast consumption, I have been been aware of one specific case that’s pretty well known in true crime: the vanishing of Emma Fillipoff – a twenty-something Canadian chick whose cheese slid right the fuck off her cracker just days before she disappeared from the relatively populated city of Victoria, British Columbia.

The case would not be anywhere near as well know of course, if not for the fact this chick was fucking stunning: flawlessly beautiful – from head to toe there is not a single physical flaw – from her long, elegantly defined collarbones to skin that shows no trace of sun-damage.

I’ll find a photo of her so you can put a face to the name if you’re unaware of who she is and though there’s lots of photos of her laughing and smiling and sitting in the sun etcetera, I’ve chosen this one: alone with her camera and a relaxed facial expression, I think this is the most gorgeous photo of them all – certainly the most honest.

Not a single hard-bitch line on her face.

Nobody gives shit-one about all the fat/ugly/old chicks who vanish because those chicks are not attractive – this is just one case of the vast majority that prove this to be true – but scowl at me all you like: I’m not the one who determines the level of public interest in these kinds of stories any more than I’m responsible for human nature or the well-known fact that the attractive young chicks get all the media coverage – phone a reporter and bitch at them about how unfair life is.

I wouldn’t give shit-one either if she were any less attractive than she is.

Snapping back on track though here’s the Wikipedia Article about her – Emma Fillipoff Wikipedia – for a quick summary of this shit and here’s another lovely photo of her – again because, I don’t know.. probably because she’s alone, so she’s taking these photos of herself being 100% herself..

Now there has always been this weird and icky fuck, Julian, who was hot for Emma (like everyone else who’d ever met her I’m sure) and after a single peck on the cheek one night professes his adoration for her, before finding himself suspiciously frequently in places where Emma just happened to be.

He even contacted Emma Fillipoff’s mother to apologize for ‘stalking’ her daughter and had a habit of making contact with the missing beauty’s parents starting before she even vanished, then again more frequently throughout the investigation and subsequent search for Emma.

When Emma had moved to Victoria just before she vanished, this dood moved there but claimed repeatedly – get this – that he had no idea at all she had moved there, that he chose the same town as Emma simply for the water sports he claimed to be into and pretty much nobody with a brain in their head believes this bullshit from him: chick moves to some medium-sized town for a fresh start and then her stalker decides to suddenly pack up and move to the exact same town – please, no really, please.

There’s so many suspicious as fuck factors regarding this Julian, but I’m not being succinct at all with my random information about him, so I’ll edit the last few paragraphs into a more cohesive narrative later on, plus add some the better podcasts and the Fifth Estate documentary from CBC, which I’m about to watch and then I’ll add the link if it’s worth viewing.

One of the only news specials about Emma Fillipoff, The CBC one is only 45mins long but features this creepy crawly Julian being interviewed, so I’ll get a chance to see Emma’s stalker along with his body language and general mannerisms.

Listened to numerous podcasts now who have covered this case because it’s popular so most true-crime podcast shows have covered it and I have come to the conclusion that this creepy cunt was probably the one who killed her despite police apparently clearing him as a suspect.

They don’t know she’s been murdered, because they’ve never found any body parts – she just never was seen or heard from again.

Thursday, 26th August 2021

New post in a few days: this one’s two months long and almost 50,000 words.

Time for a fresh one.

Finally, our government is starting to get nervous about the increasing levels of hatred fueled by lockdowns from a population of angry voters who are done being told to stay in their homes like invisible extras in the worlds most fucking boring dystopian aftermath.

While that waste-of-space Berejiklian farts out her mouth about mid September being when the crash-test dummies of inoculation will be rewarded for posing as guinea-pigs to the untested first versions of all the vaccines with ‘some freedoms’, this will only intensify anger and division from an already fucked-off population who’re losing their shit right now, which will in turn snowball into more protesting, more anger and more outward hatred then quickly hit a flash-point with even more people expressing their collective disgust at the incompetence of the premier and her government, rolling into a re-opening regardless the active cases around.

So though today’s carrot-on-stick rhetoric promising social inequality with unfair privileges down the road for the vaccinated is a very small carrot, with the kind of shit they’ll be ‘free’ to do so minor that pretending they’ll get any meaningful level of openness is a farce, people who are already unhinged enough to be violently clashing with police – plus those who flood politicians inboxes with abusive emails instead – will become twice as loud; twice as angry, twice as vocal and twice as abusive.

Even token freedoms allowed to some while withheld from the rest will be the social equivalent of petrol on an open fire.

Good shit.

Several weeks ago while tossing random shit in my basket, I opted for a packet of “textured vegetable protein” that obviously sounds just so fucking natural so I figured why not, brought it home and forget all about my even purchasing it for, well until last night when I decided I’d mix some orange shit with water instead of my usual bile-green shit..

That’s the stuff ^ and though there’s only 100g in each packet, it mixes to around half a kilo of ‘textured mix’ once water is added and I’ve foolishly mixed a full packet a short while ago thinking that’d be fine only to discover the addition of bread, tomatoes, cheese and garlic aoli that went into the sandwich-things I decided on, meant I could not finish eating all my red muck tonight so it’s actually filling, due in no tiny part to the fact it’s also fried in vegetable oil.

Course it looks like crumbled cow shit before it’s rehydrated but after it’s soaked and tossed around a pan a while it turns into something that genuinely resembles legit’ beef mince – fuck knows how..

And this is where it surprised me enough that I can drop the sarcastic arsehole scoffery because however and whatever this weird, freaky vegetarian-wanker-shit is made from it stunned me by just how closely it does resemble ground-up animal.

Ground-up animal that I am – for the record – far from opposed to eating: I am100% carnivorous and feel absolutely no need to qualify the fact: the porterhouse steaks I buy, I sear in the pan long enough to literally just warm the inside of the meat.

Deep, dark red inside and almost raw is how I love my steak with only salt and fresh ground pepper for seasoning: the pool of blood in the bottom of the plate is the only sauce you need with good meat.

Fuck, it’s midnight already..

I’ve gotta wrap-up the mental-dump now and get ready for bed – conclusion: the fake mince is so close to the real thing and so much more convenient – just toss it in the cupboard and mix it when you want – I could easily use this shit in any mince-based meal, forever.

Chilli Con-Carne, spaghetti bolognaise, hamburger patties – this shit would be awesome with any of that kind of shit, especially the spaghetti which I should’ve bought the makings for actually.

Course it can’t come close to being a substitute for steak, but neither can real beef mince.

Tuesday, 24th August 2021

After finally deciding to watch iview and catching up on Four Corners, I moved over to SBS OnDemand the other night and wound-up binging both seasons of Mr Mercedes since I’ve read all three books several times, so why not right.

Seeing Stephen King as Executive Producer actually gave me hope it might be better than some the utter shit his movies have been so far, since he has not historically got too involved in the direction/production of his book->movie conversions, but it was overall still kinda – iunno: not a shadow of the books.

Primarily, the actors playing many of the characters don’t manage to play them convincingly and while the leads are all alright, they’re – again – just alright.

They also fucked around with the order of books: moving from Mr Mercedes in Season 1 straight to End of Watch – the third book – for Season 2, which should have been Finders Keepers – that’s the second book and I believe they’re creating that for Season 3 – what the fuck: Brady Hartsfield dies at the end of the third book (End of Watch), so they’re either going to have to kill him off at the end of Season 2, or make up some bullshit to keep him alive.

One of the good things about the three books were that we got a completely different plot line in the second book (Finders Keepers) with barely a mention of Hartsfield, then he returned for End of Watch, which worked very well so I do not understand why they felt the need to fuck around with that and it’s less as a series because of that.

It’s also less because – while they’ve managed to change a lot of detail from the books (like Hartsfield being intensely racist, which – for better or worse – gave more depth to his character) – they’ve also removed a lot that mm: the series is like ten one hour episodes drawn from a book that’s only a 10 hour read anyway, so I don’t know why so many little bits and pieces were chopped out: stupid shit, like the “Ret Det” Hodges use of a sock filled with ball bearings as a weapon – they replaced that with some lion statue that had fuck all to do with the sock and to my mind didn’t require removal.

So watchable, but not as good as the books which is a pity for a show with so many episodes to get it right AND King himself there to correct the direction and there’s a forth book more loosely tied to the trilogy: The Outsider – which I’ve also read several times now – that only features a vague kinda phantom version of Brady Hartsfield as the Outsider: a ‘presence’ that can possess people and take control of them just the way Hartfield did in End of Watch. and the always gorgeous Holly Gibson – everyone else in The Outsider are new and have no connection to the three Mr Mercedes books.

I would love to see three actual films of the three books that follow the books properly, but that’s unlikely to happen since they’ve already done the TV shows.

I also caught-up on Season 1 of War of the Worlds, which isn’t terrible but they’ve obviously got a tiny GFX budget because they’ve – in a full season – only had ONE kind of alien machine, compared to the massive blockbuster movie we had a few years ago that had it all packed into a two hour film.

Course, all that bingeing meant I got no drawing done the last few days, so back on with it: gotta do justice to Guido in how I draw him up now I’ve a few of the less important, bit-part animals done, like the cockatoos..

It’s just started snowing outside mm.. pity I’ve already been out for the day.

Sunday, 22nd August 2021

Good on these protesters you know.

Though I consider it kinda dumb to be in any large crowd without a mask right now and don’t give enough fucks to bother even if there was a local – no actually I probably would bother if there were a local protest that happened – and while fat, well-fed left-thinking fuckwitts will yap about protests being held by idiotic, ignorant halfwitts with no common sense, if we didn’t have people out there visibly protesting about the government’s shitcunt handling of this entire virus and all the encroachments on our lives they’ve enacted – who would we have?

How else would the government see how OVER being told to pause their lives everybody is?

Well, not everybody: like I said – people wealthy enough to stay home and order everything while burning money ordering shit online each day probably don’t mind being told to stay home so much, but I’m sure even this demographic’s fed-up after being told to stay at home most of last year, then again for the entire second half of this year.

That’s one and a half years of not only having the pause button forced on peoples lives, but people like me who have to actually GO to a place to work in order to have any kind of livable income have had to borrow money and watch all that missed income just – never coming back.

MORE protests need to happening: everyone who is sick of government mandated closures and intervention should really be out around their local council chambers demonstrating against this bullshit – without these people there’d be nothing other than individuals, separate, sending emails to politicians that are simply ignored.

The virus is going to go apeshit whenever those slimy dickheads finally try opening society again anyway and anyone who’s willing to go out and get on with life – instead of just continually allowing politicians to keep-on kicking the can down the street again and again, should be out showing this.

Even the vaccinated are contracting the virus which completely negates the purpose of a vaccine’s most important job: contraction, transmission; the vaccinated have exactly the same chance of catching COVID as the un-vaccinated among us and the former carries exactly the same viral load as the latter, yet these wankers in Canberra continue to pretend that if they just keep putting-off re-opening everything, somehow COVID will no longer be a threat when they re-open.

Continuing lockdown is just bullshit now: no matter WHEN we re-open COVID is GOING to kill a LOT of people – why fuck millions of lives simply to postpone the inevitable?

It’s just unnecessary damage to all of society and has been for weeks: people need to tell the government to fuck off and at the very least, open things back up and give people the choice to whether they want to hide under their beds like cowards or get on with shit accepting they will probably become infected if they don’t take personal responsibility for being careful.

Tuesday, 18th August 2021

So after years wearing standard UV filtering contacts, I switch to the transitions version that filters out not only 100% UV light, but tints in sunlight the way transitions glasses do: these contacts are so effective I can look up in direct sun and never feel the need to squint..

Here’s a new pair fresh out the case just to demonstrate how dark they actually can tint, though in your eyes they’re shaded under eyelids, hair and eyebrows so don’t get to this level of darkness unless you do look directly at the sun, which case they look pretty demonic, but that’s alright: the level of eye protection these lenses give, cannot be understated: not only complete protection from cancerous ultraviolet light, but protection from the eye strain and vision degradation that occurs over time from year after year of daily exposure to intense light – both natural and electronic – flooding your retinas.

They’re also super-comfortable: not only because they’re the same 38% water formula Accuvue Oasys lenses, but with so much filtration I can stare at any screen – TV, laptop or phone – all day without any eye-fatigue or the like and outdoors, there’s zero sensitivity to bright light all day with these in.

Kinda wish they had a polarized version as well, but polarized eye wear generally fuck your ability to read digital screens, so it’s not a thing in contact lenses obviously because people want to use their phone etcetera.

And no – they don’t noticeably darken your vision: a moment ago I did notice a slight tint immediately after putting the first lens in but that’s after holding the lens in direct sunlight to fully darken it – that’s an exception; usually they’re barely tinted when they go in so you cannot see the tint regardless how hard you try to.

Then a moment ago, I see a quick news video from some whatever outlet: the holy grail of contacts are on the way – augmented reality lenses..

Needless to say, I am doooown with these and wish I could sample them now, but I cannot: it’ll be years yet until they’ve got anything consumer-ready for the general population to be using, but fuck can you even imagine how awesome that would be – even just an AR overlay listing information about shit you’re seeing as you’re seeing it..

Imagine, being able to just blink three times to activate digital-zoom in your eyes.

I don’t know how they expect to power them and though of the two companies developing different types I can understand there’d be more space inside the hard contact lenses to fit shit, fuck hard contacts: the soft version only appears to have four film-like sensors in them mm.. what the fuck, batteries cannot fit in there I’m pretty sure but whatever – it’s pretty genereally exciting news – however they end up doing it.

Though now I think about it – much like COVID-19 vaccines – I would not want to purchase the first generation of these; let other people be the guinea-pigs, since they work by projecting overlays directly to your retina and that kinda bypasses the safety benefits of the kind of contacts I have now.

But still.. AR contacts.. fucking awesome.

Uncanny Valley: Creepy Robot Edition

And while I’m flicking through the news for the day: look at this godamn freaky bullshit – the Boston Dynamics “Atlas” robots – I could almost swear it’s CGI, but nope – they’re real and damn I just want to kill them: just to make them, stop BEING so scary as fuck..

Atlas Robots – Obstacle Course

Fucking horror movie watching these things doing shit robots should just not be capable of doing: can you imagine being chased down the street by one of these? Can’t stop them, can’t outrun them; can’t stop them and even if you managed to outsmart them, they would figure out where you are thanks to the doubtless live satellite imaging, infra-red vision and whatever other advanced tracking bullshit they’d have at their disposal.

The fucking Terminator narrative is real!

Thursday, 12th August 2021

So, so many beautiful women in town – now all the tourists have finally vanished long enough to notice the local chicks.

And so many of them give me the warm smiley eyes when they walk past, which I’ve never really given fucks about until now: the lockdown slicing away chunks of everyone’s daily socialization seems to have made a lot of people pleased to see familiar faces we’d previously have just walked past and those warm sparkly eyes smiling up at me from behind masks are very nice to see.

Gimme the awws, little cutenesses they are.

I theorize, that the healthy mountain living is responsible for the high number of fit attractive local women and I may never have actually noticed had coronavirus not shown-up: for the first time in the six or seven years I’ve been a local here myself, the tourist industry within the town has closed, causing the tourists – who usually swarm Katoomba in their thousands every day – to evaporate, leaving only locals behind.

Whether it’s the fact the whole town is built on heavily undulating hills that make walking around more difficult than places that’re flat or the altitude which – though only 3,000 feet above sea-level -is high enough in elevation to mean that while the air is clean it’s also slightly thinner and delivers less oxygen which contributes to everyday life here being a little more physically difficult in general, yeah whatever it is, just living here seems to make people fitter than they’d be living other places and you know, if you wanna be one of the fat, huffing, wheezing minority here you’ve really gotta dedicate yourself to eating way too much terrible food, only traveling via car, spending as much time each day as humanly possible sitting down or sleeping and never doing any manual work – at all.

That’s not how most people here live though, so most people are fit.

But, if you took the 70% of local women who are fit and sent them to live somewhere like Penrith a few years, a large number of them would lose their appeal the moment they gain that first pound or two and start getting dimpled and saggy, because their current state of good health is what makes them attractive – whatever it is about living here just seems to keep most women fit enough to be head-turners .

I realize the above paragraphs might seem – at first glance – to be wildly sexist and ‘who the fuck’s this arsehole to be casting assertions on who’s beautiful anyway!’, but if you take a moment to contextualize what I’ve said correctly, I’m actually laying down a pretty inclusive compliment in pointing out that owing to the high number of fit and healthy locals, there are more fit, attractive local women here than not.

And this arsehole is an aesthetically obsessed, visually astute man with exceptionally refined taste who has – since the onset of puberty – always found attractive women to be the most beautiful creatures to adorn the world he resides within – like living, breathing works of art.

What the fuck.

Here’s an animal pic to calm down any plain-janes who object to being reminded most women are more attractive than they are because evolution bitches!

Yes I got more oats today: 5-grain rolled oats plus some barley malt syrup.

Annnnd, COVID-19 out-smarts our national leaders, yet again, evidently not a difficult thing to do..

What the ABC failed to mention until right down the bottom of the page as a list-aside, is that actually, two vaccinated men had died of COVID: one had both shots, while the other had received his first.

Course – as with the billions of dollars of damage to the economy already caused by government lockdowns – that mindless, pasty piece of shit NSW Premier will wave her hands around and continue feeding everyone the same horseshit: it’s either keep lying or look like a complete retard for taking the advise of the government’s medical muppets who’re so used to being treated like experts they’ve turned into little dictators, despite still not having a clue what they’re doing.

Really, you cannot possibly believe a single fucking thing our government dribbles-out regarding this virus – or their outright lies about having any control over the natural course the pandemic takes – because they have done nothing so far but double-down on their own bullshit and fumble to look credible as they’ve fucked up again and again and again until now, just admitting how they’ve fucked-up would ensure they would never have a career in politics again – at the very least.

Fucking, idiots making me launch into a rant!

Bitch actually makes me angry, where usually I couldn’t give a shit what politicians say because their fuckups don’t usually damage the entire population.

I need, to go and cook fucking porridge now..

First they fuck the vaccine rollout to begin with, causing whatever deaths have happened that would have been avoided, then they lie about that, then they enforce lockdowns that cost people countless jobs, their sanity and do billions of dollars damage to the economy, THEN – rather than admitting they have fuckall clue what they’re even doing, they double-down and lean-into their obvious lie: continuing the lockdowns, insisting people rush to get any vaccine no matter how unsafe they could be and throughout all this fucking BS, the number of recorded cases of COVID-19 infections in our state CONTINUES TO INCREASE – EVERY DAY!

And even as of the last press conference, this bitch is still acting like she and her loser medical experts are right.

Wednesday, 11th August 2021

Seen this super-sick looking frumpy bitch huffing her way up the escalator into Coles earlier: visibly ill with the red face, the runny red nose, reddened eyes and coughing: but with no mask on at all.

Even being nine feet away on the opposite escalator heading down into the car-parks plus with a mask on, I still stepped to the far left and gave her a disgusted look like she was a leper – along with several, actually everyone on the escalator gave her the stink-eye simultaneously..

What can you do?

I’m being well behaved – I even check-in to stores I visit, now I’ve finally bothered to download the Services NSW app – but there’s no controlling every last arsehole within the general populace and the only reason I’m behaving is, obviously, for my own benefit: even with the belief that COVID-19’s not the end-of-days the media are hyping it up as being, I still have no desire to contract even common influenza because I don’t appreciate feeling like shit for a week.

Godamnit I am sick of clicking ‘Add to dictionary..’, but really hate the red error-coloured underlining of spelling in my writing if I leave words unchecked.

Anyway yeah, a moment’s further thought on my own musing yesterday – about whether there are people who deliberately infect others in their local area – I realized “Of fucking COURSE there are people like that!” then found myself somewhat surprised to discover my little inner voice informing me I, am in fact not that kind of person.

They’re out there though: people who’re sick as fuck and not only don’t give a shit about spreading coronavirus, but take a twisted glee in knowing that every busy supermarket aisle they walk down, all they need do is exhale as they walk past people and a percentage will without a doubt be infected.

Of course, even though I’d not try to infect other people it does have to be said that in a hypothetical situation where I became infected with the virus, I would still be going shopping at least every few days because I do not have a choice, obviously.

I mean sure I’d try to keep a several-meter radius around me consistently to stop myself infecting others, but I would still have to go out if I want food and shopping done.

Speaking of which I have to seriously stop buying oats while I’m in town: I have 7 bags of assorted oats now – oat bran, traditional rolled oats, couple bags of quick oats, pre-mixed Carmen oats fucking, LSA mix – and I know I will be over porridge by the time I get to eating everything – yet I’m still bringing oats home with me.

Mmm.

Couple months ago, it was noodles I was fixated on – just noodles every fuckin’ night for dinner and I got just as into the process of cooking, upgrading and swapping-out ingredients as I did actually eating them, until one day I suddenly no longer wanted noodles – at fucking ALL.

Still don’t want noodles, but I know how to cook-up a godly masterpiece of squiggly, multi-textured awesome now that’s so good you cannot force yourself to eat them in a well mannered way – stuffing as much in your mouth as fast as possible, while drooling as you empty another plate, truly cannot be avoided.

Seriously, they’re that good.

Now I do want noodles fuck it…

Before I go eat and settle-into being creative the rest of the night: another life-hack since we’re on the topic of food.

Months ago now, I remember telling everyone – I mean literally everyone I spoke to; in stores, on the street, online, checkout chicks volunteers and everyone else who would acknowledge my advise – that if you happen to be a tea drinker, just do yourself a favour and toss whatever tea-bags you have in your cupboard right in the garbage: from now on, you only need bother looking at loose-leaf tea – whether you use a tea-strainer or tea-pot you will have incomparably better quality tea to drink, if you use leaf tea.

I advised this after discovering that tea-bags are almost invariably filled with the lowest grade, poorest shitfuck ‘keif’ they scrape off the floor while loose-leaf tea is graded according to actual quality standards that actually exist, so if you are still making tea by dunking a tea-bag in hot water you’re a dipshit with no taste at all so carry-on slurping you’re shriveled cow-shit in a bag – life is way too short to give a shit about tasteless fuckers like you.

The rest of you – had you followed my advise – are still drinking tea that’s worth drinking anytime you decide to make some: good on you!

I’m more of a coffee drinker generally, but towards the end of the day I find myself sick of the taste of that and since there’s no longer any pressing need to load myself up on caffeine from the early evening onward, I usually switch to tea at night just because it’s lighter and boring enough to better facilitate sleep.

Now, I’ve found the same applies to oats: any porridge you have in your cupboard, if it’s ‘quick’ or ‘instant’ then bin it and do not purchase this inferior rubbish again.

“Traditional” rolled oats take a few additional minutes to cook of course, sure, whatever, but the contrast in quality is, mm vivid: the taste, texture and quality of these oats (or these whole steel-cut chopped oats) shits in the face of any of the instant shit including that overpriced hipster Carmen’s brand shit.

So there it is: never buy oats marked as ‘quick’ or ‘instant’ because they’re far lower quality than the real thing and quality is everything – to me anyway.

If you are the type of person chooses quantity over quality, then you’re an animal and we would never get along anyway – leave my site and never return because you’re not welcome to read my thoughts.

This is what being creatively productive does to me.

Oh and this shit here, is so uncool..

What the fuck: that’s the second report on some arsehole literally bashing a chick in the past two days I’ve seen and this cunt had obviously done it to post on Facebook or whatever, because he’d started recording with his phone before even approaching the woman – who the fuck does shit like that and – even worse – what the fuck kind of people are just wanting to see this shit so they can share it online and cheer the dickhead on for doing it?

I should’ve been born in the Victorian Era.

Anyway – on with it: my created world is absolutely free of common, nasty shit in all it’s countless forms.

Tuesday, 10th August 2021

Though I’ve been watching that single active case in Wentworth Falls for several days now and they’ve remained only the one single infectious creature, I’ve also noticed a visibly higher number of lebs and other minority citizens who are not local and clearly appear to be from the western suburbs, yet they’re in our local supermarkets – just then I’ve seen a woggy-looking woman who evidently arrived to Katoomba with a brown paper bag of McDonalds, then returned on the train I got to Lawson, which is kinda odd.

They cannot be staying at the backpackers or hotels in town – none of the reputable ones at least – because these are all shut because of the virus, so why are they invading out little town of ~7,000 if not to spread disease within our lovely, COVID-free LGA?

It’s remarkable how well you get at spotting who’s local and who isn’t when you’ve seen the same faces day in and day out for over half a decade and these new people swarming out supermarkets are not locals: not that I’ve any objection to woggy, lebby looking Penrith people – I’m not being racist – simply utilizing the most obviously discernible visual difference to identify those visiting the mountains – to do shopping of all things, because the Western Suburbs doesn’t have any shops.

You can pick them: too much make-up, oily black over-permed hair and decked from head-to-toe in obviously branded ADIDAS crap – locals here just don’t wear woggy shit like that let alone consider it classy.

Similarly, you can pick the cashed-up tourist wanna-be locals because they’re wearing shit from Kathmandu: we don’t have a Kathmandu store anywhere up here and every local I’ve ever seen in town wears Macpac if they’re wearing camping store shit – never Kathmandu.

A brand loyalty that’s come to an end for myself, personally, since Macpac’s quality has been – for several years now – non existent: $60 for a merino thermal top, that literally tears the first time you put it on – that’s Macpac now.

If I were thinking in purely positive (or purely naive) terms about western suburbs people being here in Katoomba, I’d say they’d come in an effort to shop somewhere there’s no COVID-19 raging through the community, but you can almost guarantee some of these people will be infected and walking right past all our locals in Coles and Woolies, where keeping a 1.5m distance while walking up and down aisles is pretty well impossible and most people just walk past one another like they always have done.

It also makes me wonder: given these Sydney-siders are not local and really have no reason to be visiting the mountains while lockdowns are in place and the town’s entire hospitality industry has been closed indefinitely, I wonder how many people who are infectious and contagious to other people go out into the community every day specifically to deliberately spread the disease.

Sounds weird to any of us who haven’t had the virus and who’re following basic safety precautions because we don’t much want it, but I’m sure there’s a great number of people out there walking past people and through crowds trying to infect others.

Human beings are cunts after all and we all know how spiteful they can be – right across the species.

Has to be said though, I’m starting to settle-in to the relaxation of lock-down: going to bed when I want, getting up whenever I want, wandering into town for shopping each day then returning home to spend the night being creative is working-out pretty well now I’ve stopped giving any fucks about losing my disposable income.

It’s also very difficult to be creative at all when you’re in a daily work routine: even only doing 5-6 hours a day, there’s still the 2 hours before work and the two after where you’re preparing to either get there or get whatever and come home for the night – without needing to be in bed at a given time, I can just keep going until 3:00AM then get up at 10:00AM without consquence, which is good since those early hours from midnight to sunrise are – and always will be – the premium time for creative output, though I’ve got no idea why.

No, I have an *idea* why: it’s the lack of distraction at that time – all you have to do for the day has been done and there’s only bed left combined with the peace and quiet of the early morning hours makes creative thinking and doing much easier, generally.

Though I stopped watching news altogether several years ago now and still have no desire to use my TV as anything but a second laptop monitor, I have – since the COVID-19 silliness began – been tracking the news and today’s non-virus-related story that caught my attention is this:

In the featured image, the dood looks extremely worried about the purely politically-driven death sentence he’s about to receive, while the Chinese doods around him just could not give a single fuck, but just look at the junkies in any town who have turned into gaunt, diseased, sub-human filth because of meth/crack/ice and any sympathy that ever may have existed evaporates on the spot.

This is one of the dickheads who distributes this shitful drug and I would happily bring popcorn to his execution in a heartbeat.

Like these arseholes exporting heroin from Bali: they’re always really sorry once they’re caught and bleeding heart idiots rallying for their release never consider the number of people who’ll be reduced to a sub-human state because of meth, crack. ice or heroin.

Not that I’m anti-drugs of course, anyone who knows me knows I’ve always been an advocate of hallucinogens and plant-based drugs – right down to chewing opium right out the pods – but not this powdered shit people ruin themselves on.

Hope the Canadian government don’t change their mind: just one less shithead in the world.

Back onto coronavirus, listening to several podcast episodes today I found myself to be not the only one who thinks the fear-mongering over COVID-19 has gone on much longer than it should have – not at all.

You’ve only gotta look at these news sites – even the ABC who lost my trust over their continual spamming the same “Be scared of delta” narrative – to see just how thick their repetition of this message is, then apply some logic to that and you can not help but be suspicious of how they’ve spammed media so relentlessly with this message that people NEED to be SO SCARED of COVID-19, they rush to get a vaccine known to cause aneurysms and fatal blood clots without any rational thinking or consideration whatsoever.

Perpetuating a fear response to justify having everybody locked away and unable to live their lives is just fucking dumb: like if we all stay at home for months on end until 70% of the population are vaccinated COVID-19 will just suddenly go away.

Several people have said it right: COVID-19 will be with us forever – just like the common flu; some people will die, most people won’t – just like the common flu.

Think when the lockdowns finally end in two months time, there won’t be anyone catching it anymore?

The governments overreaction could have been forgiven last year as a knee-jerk reaction to an unknown pandemic, but the fact they’re still doing the same shit almost two years in, is just ridiculous and the fact they’re using the media and news outlets to make themselves look as though they’re doing the right thing is, equally ridiculous.

Fact that so many people are not only believing that lockdowns and vaccines are the only option, but parroting that shit and shooting down anyone who disagrees – calling them conspiracy fools or whatever – demonstrates what mindless, pathetic creatures the mainstream of society really are.

Shit needs to open back up: everyone’s sick of it though I – for once – thank god I don’t have to share a place with anyone else right now; the idea of being stuck with someone day after day after day, pretending to get along simply to stop squabbling and all the tension-management and compromising – fuck all that bullshit.

Quite happy I don’t need to be anything for anyone when I’m at home and can simply relax, since that’s where the bulk of lockdown time is spent.

Anyway, porridge then into it..

Seeing I’ve been into porridge lately, I grabbed the Carmen’s superseed crap today while I was out but also a bag of plain oats plus LSA mix from the health aisle to add to it, and that sexy-as butter.

I’m, yes..

I’ve found, that there’s a sweet spot with porridge: getting the amounts of sugar, milk, butter and salt (yes salt) just so, gives you a bowl of shit so awesome you feel as though you’re eating something they would’ve served 2000 years ago as a regular meal or, whatever.

Too much butter and it’s fucked: so rich, it’s sickening.

Too much milk and it’s fucked: burns before it even cooks right.

Too much sugar and it’s fucked: turns into a dessert and the sweetness hijacks your taste-buds completely.

And yeah a tiny amount of salt – just like a tiny amount of sugar added to a spaghetti sauce brings out the tomato beautifully – rounds-out the overall taste and just works, though if there was ever enough salt in there to shift the flavour to tasting actual salty, that’d be far too much salt- I’m talking like, a quarter twist of the salt grinder is all I add.

And nope: I don’t know why I’ve been so into porridge lately – just that what is it like three weeks now I’ve eaten it every night for dinner and I’m not sick of it yet – it’s the combination of my loving simple food, and the obsessive streak that causes me to fixate on things I like until I’m done with them, which point I will drop them completely and not want them again.

5-star health rating though, so they’re good for me.

Thursday, 5th August 2021

As Michele’s just told me, ‘You sound like one of those horse-punching lunatics’

And while this is allegedly only the seventh direct death caused by a vaccine shot, I wonder – having seen another aside listing one of today’s five COVID-19 related deaths as “A woman who received her first shot of Astra”…

I wonder, whether ‘covid-related deaths’ includes deaths from vaccine shots for coronavirus that’ve dropped the recipient; whether they roll them in with deaths caused by contracting the virus itself and why that’s the only story I have been able to find of the 250 latest, that mentions anything about vaccination having serious risks..

I mean we also don’t see any stories or reports about the list of more common side-effects that don’t kill you – just keep you really sick – forever – because it’s a living organism in your body that can go on gnawing-away at your system and cause unknown side-effects or damage as long as it’s in you.

Wednesday, 4th August 2021

As I’ve just told Michele, the more news I follow regarding the virus – impossible to avoid with news outlets now spamming their sites with this ‘killer virus‘ narrative – the more suspicious I get about the way the government is, ‘governing’ the issue.

I don’t think Scott Morrison has a secret deal with reptilian overlords, but I’m increasingly convinced politicians and the medical desk-huggers they’ve employed to advise them are shitting themselves over the astonishing lack of competence demonstrated with the revocation of freedoms they’ve forced on their constituents.

Now they’ve sunk so many billions of dollars into this “isolate & vaccinate” horseshit they cannot backtrack or admit they fucked up so they’ll just keep on at it regardless how much damage they do to individuals and society as a whole – simply ending each press conference with rubbish like ‘We’re all in it together!’, while still receiving a six figure salary for fucking the economy and grounding down millions of people who barely made it out of last years lock-downs with their sanity in-tact and all over a variant of influenza that – while surely the worst that’s hit the world in our lifetimes – would never have done as much damage as our government already has with its mind-numbing overreaction that’s way out of proportion to the actual threat.

Politicians are fucking idiots.

Tuesday, 3rd August 2021

I’ve just created this petition to the federal government, to pay financial compensation to all workers who have lost income because of government-mandated lockdowns: not just in Sydney or hospitality, but any place where people would be at work right now if not for the government’s gross breach of our rights.

Sign it now..

Course since I’ve created it and looked around the site I see that even popular trending petitions have been open for months or years – by which point the current lockdown will have ended.

I would not be at all surprised to see a class-action lawsuit filed against the various government entities once the smoke clears and people stop anxiously agreeing with the talking heads spamming media long enough to realize just how their basic rights have been shat on by a government sworn to act in our best interests: from the panic vaccine roll-out, to forcing people to stay locked away in isolation, to the loss of employment and wages and the blanket of collective depression hanging over society now; to the hundreds of billions of dollars of debt the next generation will have to work off.

All because of a government so dumb they’d take the advice of equally dim-witted ‘medical experts’ who – even with all their combined expertise – could only freak-out and stammer ‘separate everyone!’ then recommend the entire human race inject an untested man-made pathogen they admitted to knowing nothing about.

Because humans don’t make mistakes, how could an unknown virus modified by humans ever result in unknown side-effects right? Especially with the added reassurance of being engineered and distributed in such a rush, it was barely tested on a handful of rodents first.

So we’re clear on the origin of this vaccine: they took a virus they knew nothing about and before learning how the original pathogen worked, they modified it then immediately started injecting it into people.

What, the fuck.

Almost makes me feel bad for anyone forced into accepting vaccination for work or travel and those who have been conned into thinking they have to, but not for the Karens of the world – rushing to have their jabs because their idiot friends saw *their* idiot friends doing it, so followed suit – these people would inject cats piss if they saw everyone else doing that and their ipad told them they should.

Years from now after rushing to the toilet with gastrointestinal pain then shitting-out their intestinal tract with a plop and a splash, they might finally realize that going-along with the mindless majority was a bad idea.

Nobody will even know the long-term side-effects or impact to health caused by such a vaccine for years to come either – only that they’ve foolishly allowed a man-made pathogen on steroids to be injected directly into their system based purely on the suggestion of medical ‘experts’ panicking about having no solutions, who would rather risk the health of humanity than ever admit they don’t have a fucking clue.

Monday, 2nd August 2021

I have not mentioned the lockdown here yet because there’s hardly any point – I’d only be stating the obvious – but speaking to Toni a short while ago we both agreed: the government is effectively blackmailing the entire country into accepting vaccination using both our freedom and livelihood as leverage and whether you’re cool with having the jab or not is almost irrelevant – we should not be held hostage over a personal choice.

I personally do not wish to have a hastily rushed, barely tested, laboratory-born version of a highly dangerous pathogen we know nothing about, injected into my bloodstream: to have my healthy immune system – which has taken a lifetime of exposure and self-balancing to reach it’s status quo – fucked by a pathogen humans made.

This vaccine was only pushed onto us in the first place because politicians and medical experts were freaking-out about not having any better answers when COVID-19 broke-out and still have no better answers almost two years later – even as fully vaccinated people are still managing to contract the delta strain and become sick as shit as though they’d never had it.

It’s fucking stupid: the dodgy vaccine is stupid, the lockdowns are stupid, the military doing door-knocks to check that people are at home – like a Nazi-occipued police state – is really fucking stupid.

Thankful I don’t live in the more congested/populated areas of Sydney – I don’t think I’ve even seen Katoomba mentioned in the ABC coronavirus updates, though even I wear a mask when I’m out now.

Now I’m back, I’m actually about to write to our local member: as a casual worker in the hospitality industry, we just had our workplace closed without any COVID payment whatever: the only reason I haven’t been at work the last month – and would be at work right now otherwise – is literally because the government ordered the hotel to close and yet there’s nothing from that government to compensate for the total loss of income.

All while these cunts in Sydney are bitching about $750/week “Not being enough” – fuck off.

I will draft it out – Michele will convert it to politically effective dribble for me.

May as well write something to that cock-sucker of a prime minister while I’m at it – add mine to the thousands of emails they’d already be getting from angry workers told to ‘just stay home another four weeks’ with no work at all – as if waiting around month after month after month with no income at all is better than contracting COVID-19 anyway.

Done.

Just waiting for her to answer/edit/return.

Never mind waiting: quick spell-check and it’s send – I could be dead tomorrow, I don’t have time to wait.

And see, the government and department of health likes to release little factoids like this..

“A man in his 90s died yesterday at Liverpool Hospital — the 15th death this outbreak”

ABC News

Fifteen deaths – /golf-clap

News releases stating 15 people died in the last six weeks due to COVID-19 have everyone shitting themselves, when a single google search will tell you a staggering 21,162 people die every six weeks from everything else and it’s little things like that simple statistic, that makes me wonder whether the tin-foil-hat conspiracy nuts might actually be on to some under-current of ‘other’ agenda from governments and medical organizations trying frantically to get us all stabbing our arms with this shit ASAP – drink the fucking koolaid sheeple!

That number comes directly from the Australian Bureau of Statistics, by the way, not just plucked out my arse.

And we’re all meant to accept a barely-tested vaccine or spend our lives locked-away because of that, seriously – what the fuck.

Wonder what the annual death-rate from the common cold, oh right here it is…

“In 2017 there were 1,255 deaths due to influenza”

Australian Bureau of Statistics

Course that’s 2017, but still significantly more than COVID-19 has dropped in the past year annually and I find it slightly suspect that stats for last year do not appear to be available..

I mean really, I don’t give a fuck about COVID-19 outside the fact it’s directly preventing me from working, but I can understand how a percentage of the population refuse to believe all the fear-mongering and bullshit that’s been fed to us via the media, though I do believe that – if nothing else – it’s a nasty flu variant I would rather avoid altogether, since the standard flu is already best avoided.

Porridge – unlike the majority of humans – is trustworthy and honest, so I’ll have that.

A bowlful of bullshit-free wholesomeness.

Thursday, 29th July 2021

The podcast I just listened to has informed me that a blue whale’s aorta is wide enough for an adult human to squeeze through, yet who would even want to know that is probably the bigger mystery: some marine-biologist just hanging in the lab slicing dead fish up, looks over at the whale head on the tiled floor, sees the gaping hole in it’s neck and figures while she’s still got a wet-suit on..

Wednesday, 28th July 2021

I’ve been busy designing shit and have just created a second site that’s the polar opposite and completely unrelated to this one – lightness to the dark around here, though I’ve used a new platform I’ve never tried to use before that makes designing the site more like designing a phone app, but the platform is a bunch more flexible – not that it matters too much at the moment though: I’m much more engaged in the designing than having my head stuck under the hood of another site, so I’ve not worried about that yet really; just getting it setup so it’s ready for me.

I will go make myself porridge then return to write something: I’m still into porridge for ahh, some reason and brought back two new bags this afternoon: both the Carmen’s porridge mixes – the honey one plus the multigrain one; there’s just something about the shit – the coldness of the tail end of winter combined with hot porridge while sitting by the heater – that is most definitely the “something” I speak of.

Eat it while I can right: once spring’s here, well, how can I eat hot porridge when it’s no longer cold outside?

Also the fact, that while it has milk and sugar to tint the (refreshingly) bland wheaten flavour of the oats beautifully and those combined ingredients give us a bowl full of “something” legitimately wholesome, it’s never too rich or sickly enough to be nauseating.

Really, it’s that one word: wholesome: where only a few hundred years ago it was most commonly used to describe a person of good moral character; it’s now used only in the context of food – with almost no morally upright people walking the earth anymore, the closest most of our species get to wholesome is using the word sarcastically to make fun of someone who is (behind their back like a sneak, at that) and even then, only on the very rare occasion they meet one of the 0.5% of humans who actually take their own morality seriously enough to commit to only proclaiming things they truly mean.

The other 99.5% are just farting out their mouths: parroting the thoughts of others and meaning none of it.

The only ideologies to exit my mouth are my own and I mean every word.

That’s got, not a lot to do with porridge but drawing connections from thin air is what I do – just like Confucius or Socrates.

Sunday, 25th July 2021

Another brilliant book on Audible I’ve downloaded in the last few weeks: DC Comics The Sandman – I know, I don’t care at all for any comic-derived shit – with the Dark Knight being about the only DC movie I’ve ever even liked and I couldn’t give a rats left nut about the DC “universe”, but this audiobook; it’s really good: there’s no batman bullshit, but demons in hell, Lucifer, Caine and Able and the Lord of Dreams – Morpheous – as our main character: controls the dreams of everybody and is imprisoned for seventy years while the world goes mental from either never sleeping or never waking-up.

But, it’s the potent orchestral score and equally powerful voices that make it worth the $16 and the breadth of the storyline makes it much more epic than any other – earthbound – DC shit.

I’m listening to it for the forth time simply for the production quality.

Thursday, 22nd July 2021

I just cracked the pinata and spilled the beans on my childhood to Scarlett: not only divulging the general tone and circumstances, but a several-thousand-word avalanche of text, describing what it was like more expansively than I have to anyone since Michele some eight years ago.

I’ve not gone into such vivid detail nor given much thought to any of it since I was with her, but taking a fresh look at the lowly morass of parenting I had to endure it’s little surprise I’ve got personality issues and a fucking attitude problem: anyone less stable than myself raised in so poor an environment would have spent their lives stabbing kittens for fun.

There’s so many more examples of shit so weird from a woman so demented, someone should’ve stopped her having a kid before she had the chance.

Wednesday, 21st July 2021

So many characters to create: what have I got – six so far.

But Michele’s asked me to go read a bunch of short stories of hers, so that’s my night.

They’re good, especially one about a dystopian future where humans don’t exhibit emotional responses to anything because we’ve advanced ourselves to the point where emotions are considered negative and eliminated from the human species – until some transit worker stumbles upon a heart-shaped artifact he digs up that afflicts him with all kinds of feels about stuff before being immediately arrested then vanished to a “re-education center” for a nice hot mug of calm-the-fuck-down because he’s going apeshit laughing at everyone and keeps smiling like a fucking creep.

That one, that’s got all kinds of potential plot-threads that can be expanded upon and – given the short itself was very, short – I would most definitely be into a full-length expanded version.

+1.

Monday, 19th July 2021

This Imajica.. epic book.

I’ll have to re-listen to it to get all the shit I’ve missed but it’s a pretty vivid depiction of what ends-up being a creation-wide stand-off between heaven and hell, with the epic coming in the way all these scenes are so visually descriptive.

Yet, the author’s removed any trace of talk about boring traditional religious standards as we know them: there’s no Christianity or whatever the opposite of that’s meant to be – Satanism I suppose.. (Satianity?) – just creation and destruction represented as ambiguous forces operating over five planes of existence which well, now I read that back out loud sounds not too exciting but it’s so well written, it is.

Wouldn’t mind a half dozen Gekar’gek’s to escort me around the place: horse-sized creatures with heads as flat as a shovel full of razor sharp teeth and hairless skin black as tar – goodbye waiting in line like, ever.

Saturday, 17th July 2021

Where, is my woman.

The woman who feels like an ancient soulmate and acts like it; who saves me knowing the quality and intensity of warmth, love and adoration now hers as a result are without equal; the woman I want to chase because I know that she knows it’s an expression of that love – not the same stale act I’ve unrolled for countless women before her.

Trustworthy, the one I know won’t even think about betraying me because she knows there’s no coming back once that happens.

I’m sick of ill-fated trial-runs with women I shouldn’t be trying with – like looking down the barrel of a lifetime filled with compromise – or settling for the kind of average pairing everyone else pretends they’re happy with.

Only She will do yet I don’t even know who she is let alone where which is, a bit irritating.

What I do know, is enabling my creativity is the only way to draw her out and creativity in digital form is the only way worth the time investment, so painstaking, hand-carved objects of beauty only one person ever gets to see are obviously a waste of effort.

My left contact lens is pissing me off..

Tempted to flick it and shove a new one in, but so far I’ve only opened two of the dozen new contacts I ordered a few weeks ago – yes the Acuvue with transitions photosensitive tinting – which is, well, commendable really – good job, me: I usually use-up the new ones quickly out of laziness, then continue using the opened lenses until they’re fucked but these are really nice lenses that cost me almost three times as much as regular Acuvues, so I’m making a conscious effort not to be mindlessly wasteful with ’em.

And with the remaining credit I had on Audible, I purchased a monster of a book: Clive Barker’s Imajika – a 37 hour epic that’s, well I’ve actually lost the plot since going into town – subsequently being distracted shopping so I’ve no idea what’s going on – and I really should rewind a half dozen chapters but with 27 hours still to go I’m assuming the plot will become, mentally located, at some point now I’m paying attention again.

Horror-themed, but with much more depth and breadth than any horror movie I’ve seen..

Also: I received your package, Ms Scarlett..

Also also, recently discovered I fucking love fresh sliced onion and cheese rolls – I know it’s not a combination that would strike me as inspirational if anyone suggested it and with only two ingredients it’s simple A.F, but those two ingredients go together really, surprisingly well: on it’s own the onion is just peppery nasty shit – with the cheese, the pepperiness has it’s spikiness softened while it breaks-up the rich, monotonous flavour of the cheese.

And, the fresh juiciness of the onion with the um, blocky thickness of the cheese = +1.

Oh and using full-fat Sour Cream instead of butter, that’s another +1.

I’ve got shit to do: I cannot create while there’s mess around me – especially not when my own person is so fucking beautifully kept – and have to add some Apple Pie to the vanilla-bean ice-cream eliquid that’s finally steeped long enough to be tasting very nice but single-layered, so adding Apple Pie (Capella v1), will sweeten it nicely.

Plus Rose: gotta add a few drops of Rose to the White Chocolte & Cream mix that’s been steeping a few weeks – after getting into those little turkish delight chocolate bars lately, I want Turkish Delight vape juice.

I have so many little bottles of eliquid mixes it’s fucking ridiculous: two cupboards with about a square meter of shelf space in each that’s just FULL of all these godamn little 30mL bottles – each with some mix I’ve, mixed, put away to steep then completely forgotten about.

It’s why I stopped giving any fucks about mixing juice: comes a point where you SEE how much shit you’re accumulating, then see how little you’re actually vaping, then see you’re STILL mixing MORE juice you’ll never fucking use and – being sane and not prone to illogically being swept away in pastimes that’re a waste of time and effort – decide it’s fucking insanity to keep collecting more and more and more flavours and mixing more and more and more shit I don’t need.

I like custards, so I mix custards and then I vape those custards: that’s the start and end of my involvement in eliquid mixing – now I’ve realized it’s just another example of pointless, mindless consumerism gone mad.

I’ve also grown super-into this just-add-water “plant protein shit you buy in bags to turn into burger patties”: that short-lived phase of eating a chicken breakfast burger every morning (short-lived ’cause it was slowing me down way too much – working within half an hour of eating it each morning), I’ve stayed sweet on burgers, but shifted to the vegetarian ‘burger mix’ because it’s, well it’s always ready – chicken expires, needs to be defrosted an hour or so yeah, whatever [stop!]: chicken = hard, sludgy-arse-vege-burger-shit = easy.

Sludgy-arse burger crap wins – +1.

The book, that’s between Scarlett and myself until there’s something worth revealing or I feel like otherwise, though currently I’m just thinking and visualizing and writing notes to get myself familiar with the ideas, which are far easier to imagine-up than organize in a coherent manner.

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