The Robots’ Rebellion Part 6

The Robots' Rebllion

Chapter six is titled Arabian Knights.

This chapter begins with Icke inferring that the prophet Mohammed was in contact with an alien intellect and that the Koran was a result of psychic communication with this extra-terrestrial, but that, to me, seems like nonsense, for a start the prophet Mohammed never existed though scholars and historians and experts and people far smarter than me claim he did.

The Robots’ Rebellion does enjoy going on and on about religion and I suppose religions have played a huge part in the progression, and regression, of humanity but as a happy Atheist I am of the opinion people should be who they want to be without having an ideology, book or faith dictating how they should and shouldn’t live their lives. I despise religions for the restrictions they place upon their followers and for the fact religious folk just can’t let other people of different faiths, and of no faith, just get on with their lives. Religious people are too nosy, to ready to stick their noses in other peoples business and to willing to impose their own primitive beliefs upon society. I’d be okay with religious people if they kept their religions to themselves and didn’t try and impose their way of life on other people. Wouldn’t it be a nicer world if people kept their religious beliefs private instead of being unable to shut the fuck up?

Fortunately this chapter moves on quickly from the boring nonsense that is Islam and spends some time discussing the Knights Templar, those mystery fellas of the Crusades who created a secret society that’s existence still fascinates people nearly a thousand years later and according to Icke still exists as the Knights of Malta.

A lot of nonsense has of course been written about the mystery knights Icke writes about the Templars being an organisation that knew that Jesus Christ birthed children, via Mary Magdalene’s vagina and womb, and that the Jesus bloodline became the Royal Houses of Europe and still exists in some way today, through selective breeding.

Icke like many writers links the Templars to Rennes le Chateau and the idea that Berenger Sauniere found two parchments in hollow pillars this led to Sauniere receiving vast wealth but the truth might be more mundane Sauniere might merely have committed fraud and sold parishioners mass and other Catholic nonsense accumulating wealth via criminal means rather than through some kind of supernatural means. Icke comments about the conspiracy theory promoted by Henry Lincoln popularised in Holy Blood and the Holy Grail. Naturally there’s no evidence of anything relating to Sauniere being of any mystery and the myth that has built up surrounding the long dead character has no basis in fact. The idea Sauniere found evidence that Jesus Christ bred himself a family is of course wishful thinking such a person as Jesus Christ never existed.

In my opinion at least.

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The Robots’ Rebellion Part 5

The Robots' Rebllion

Chapter five is titled Hell On Earth and concerns the creation of the Bible.

The show begins with Emperor Constantine I also known as Constantine the Great, have you ever noticed that all the so called greats were also great at being dicks to just about everyone they ever met? Raping, pillaging and murdering their way through the space/time continuum what a bunch of bastards, the word great should be replaced with a more accurate word description and I offer as an alternative the word cunt.

Yeah, so Constantine the Cunt became Emperor of Rome way back in 306 C.E. (Common Era) as Emperor he became tolerant of the Cult of Christ and eventually Christianity became THE religion of Rome and it still is over seventeen hundred years later, now that’s some awesome staying power, as an Atheist I’m not impressed with religious ideologies but I am impressed with the influence religions still have over people in the here and now, it just goes to show no matter how big we get for our boots, no matter how better we believe we are than people who came before us there’s still religious belief, the belief in supernatural powers and fairy tales to bring us crashing back down to Earth and assure us we are still the same and we ain’t anything special even though those self same religions billions of people blindly follow present a narrative that indeed we are.

Icke in this chapter points out a massive conceit, Christians claimed persecution before their rise to power but since gaining power over Man Christians have broke their backs persecuting as many people as they can, Christian and non-Christian alike, and though the numbers of dead Christians have killed in the name of their God is in the hundreds of millions all that murder hasn’t prevented us humans from breeding like rabbits.

We are everywhere.

A virus with shoes.

A character named Jerome becomes prominent within the pages of this chapter. Jerome was a priest, a historian and theologian and it was he who was mostly responsible for translating the Old and New Testament into Latin and choosing which books went into the Word of God, Icke claims Jerome re-wrote a lot of the stories he was translating and that the Bible is in actuality a fiction created by this enigmatic historical figure. For heathens like myself this chapter provides a wealth of information revealing an ancient conspiracy to control the stupid masses by manipulating them into believing a magic man, or men, who lives in the sky is as real as you or me. The entire concept of God, and Jesus, strikes me as bonkers I just can’t let myself believe that somewhere out there in the vast creation that is our reality there are men, and perhaps women, who have super human abilities don’t get me wrong I wish such people did exist but I can’t believe in them.

I don’t know how, or why, Christianity was able to dominate Europe for so long and I don’t know if the world would have been better off without Christianity, you would think a common belief would have bound people together but Christianity instead drove people apart Europe was torn asunder by religious wars between Roman Catholic Christians and Protestant Christians, two groups same God they just had different ideas of how to worship the Christ figure, they didn’t argue over whether Christ existed or not they firmly believe he did they argued over who worshipped Him the best and who worshipped Him properly.

A difference of opinion is an odd thing to fight and kill for but then Christians are odd, in my opinion. Rather than imprison yourself to a faith created by men instead be free to be who you are and who you want to be. Religious people don’t understand that kind of freedom, to just be yourself and not interfere or sit judgement on other people’s lives but as an Atheist who believes in nothing I can honestly claim that level of freedom is sweet.

What other people do is none of my business, I don’t get involved, my knickers don’t get in a twist. Oh no gay people everywhere, demanding marriage, meh! I don’t care let ’em get married. Oh sweet Hell! Pregnant women want an abortion, and? If that’s what they want why the Hell not? None of my concern. Bloody bugger! Muslims and Jews living on the same street as me, hmm, how wonderful better than being surrounded day in day out by pasty white faced Casper like Christians, more diversity please not less. Some pesky Atheists, Richard Dawkins for example, present compelling arguments for why a supernatural Jesus doesn’t exist, and have facts to back up their heathen claims, ace I embrace fact based evidence with a smile upon my face and joy in my heart completely untroubled, anger and hate non-existent, happy with a laugh ready to erupt from deep within my peaceful self.

Yeah, Christians should be the nicest most decent people on the planet, to ever have existed, but the reality is Christians start and fight wars, Christians murder and rape, Christians fuck kids, Christians aren’t any better than anyone else they’re just as fucking sick but they’re also massive hypocrites.

Better to believe in nothing, to find joy in simple pleasures, and to be free to think whatever you want to think and be who you want to be.

 

Armed Forces Day

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I don’t get it, and okay there are a lot of things I don’t get, to list them would make for a lengthy post, so I’ll stick to the hero worship, the adoration, of the military. I think perhaps my problem with Armed Forces Day stems from my lack of pride in my home nation, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, I feel nothing for the land of my birth, absolutely nothing, it’s just the place I was lucky enough to have been born, I don’t owe it anything, I didn’t ask to be born, as far as I know. I didn’t ask to be born British, and as far as I’m aware Britain hasn’t done anything to deserve my respect or pride.

Now because I’m an anti-patriot doesn’t mean I go around kicking British babies and beating British elders or spitting and urinating in public places or littering, in fact I’m opposed to littering it’s a fucking shame so many patriotic Brits don’t share my shame, the nation looks like a fucking rubbish tip, really gets my back up.

But I digress.

Why do people feel the need to support the Armed Forces?

I just don’t understand. I’m not suggesting people should disrespect people in the Armed Forces, that wouldn’t make any sense to me either, I neither like or dislike people who have served in the Armed Forces I will admit I haven’t supported Britain in any of its recent, 21st century, military endeavours. Killing dirt poor people in Third World nations doesn’t sit well with me and I certainly wouldn’t encourage anyone to go join the military just so they can be trained to kill folk.

Why would any sane person want to kill another person?

We don’t celebrate our emergency services. We don’t celebrate the people who govern, some of us fucking hate ’em instead. We don’t celebrate people in the banking system for maintaining a stable, if you can call it that, economy, in fact we hate that they’re wealthier than us. We don’t celebrate all the people that work hard to put food on our table.

But we celebrate the Armed Forces.

What exactly do they do to demand such celebration and worship?

War what is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Well except wealthy individuals become wealthier and greedy corporations feed that greed, for a while.

Maybe someone is aware of why people celebrate the Armed Forces, maybe someone as a cogent argument why we should hero worship people who serve in the military and no the claim that they fight, kill and die for us isn’t a valid argument they fight, kill and die on the orders of a very small minority who have something to gain from their sacrifices but the rest of us gain nothing.

And it’s just a job some people decide to do, sure they make noble claims about wishing to serve their country but there must be a better way to serve than being taught how to kill and then going out and killing people in other lands, people who are innocent, poor and already victimised by the militaries of their own nations.

 

Superman and Spider-Man

 Every week (just about) I read the adventures of both the Man of Steel and of the amazing, the spectacular, the sensational Spider-Man recently I noticed that both characters are happy jolly individuals, in stark contrast to The Batman and The Punisher. Neither character seems bitter about their roles in their respective fictional universes and though both have experienced hardships both approach life with a positive attitude it’s probably why Superman’s my favourite DC character and Spider-Man one of my top three Marvel characters (Thor Odinson and The Thing my other two favourite Marvel characters). Both Superman and Spider-Man make for great role models.

Whenever I’m interacting with other people, usually at work, I try to think what would Superman do? Or Spider-Man say in this situation? My responsibilities at my place of employ centre around the support of Service Users I’m forever using, inside my head, ‘with great power comes great responsibility’ as I operate in and around my workplace, and I ensure my time at my workplace revolves around the Service Users as I keep them entertained, play the fool for their benefit, act like a kid and generally make sure the Service Users are laughing and joking. I figure Superman, and especially Spider-Man, would keep Service Users well entertained if they had to help support their wants and needs.

I’m not sure which superhero is the most jolly, is it Superman or is it Spider-Man? I guess it doesn’t really matter both seem super happy and both seem to inspire happiness in others. You never see Superman (Post-Crisis) having arguments or upsetting his adoptive parents or Spider-Man raging at Aunt May both characters have fun loving relationships with their adoptive parents.

Superman

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Doomed planet. Desperate scientists. Last hope. Kindly couple. Grant Morrison’s explanation of Superman’s origins in his All Star Superman story is the best use of Superman’s origin I’ve ever seen. Usually when a character is enjoying a re-boot or re-imagining, or new movie series, the characters origin is poured over again and again and again. I don’t need another story telling me the origin of Superman in the comic books it’s been done so many times, each time slightly different that it’s kind of annoying for Superman’s origin I prefer Pre-Crisis storylines and Pre-Crisis Krypton, it’s a world that belongs in a Fifties science fiction movie, bright gaudy costumes, rocket ships, laser pistols, a proper Flash Gordon/Buck Rogers type world. In the movies I prefer the Krypton, and origin of Superman, from Superman: The Movie, Marlon Brando as Jor-El Superman’s father, come on it’s Marlon freakin’ Brando as Superman’s father it doesn’t get much more awesome than that, in fact the only way it could be more awesome is if it was my Superman movie (the one that exists inside my head) that features Arnold Schwarzenegger as Jor-El.

‘Live as one of them, Kal-El, to discover where your strength and your power are needed. But always hold in your heart the pride of your special heritage. They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you… my only son.’

Imagine that classic iconic piece of movie dialogue delivered by Arnie it would be as awesome as this:

John Matrix: Remember, Sully, when I promised to kill you last?

Sully: That’s right, Matrix! You did!

John Matrix: I lied.

I LIED! Delivered in a fake Austrian accent is the one piece of movie dialogue I use the most, whenever I’ve purposely lied about something and then been found out I make sure I sound a little like John Matrix (great name by the way).

Superman lost not only his parents but his entire world, everyone who was like him, washed ashore a primitive world with a million different problems all of them petty and pathetic he Superman is the most human of all fictional characters but he’s an alien, remarkable. He’s the person you can rely upon to do the right thing no matter what and even if he’s faced with the prospect of excruciating death by green kryptonite he’ll still manage somehow to save us all.

What an alien guy.

Spider-Man

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My favourite version of Spider-Man, and more specifically Peter Parker, is Steve Ditko’s once he left the Spider-Man comic and John Romita replaced him Peter Parker went from loveable nerd to cool kid the very next issue I didn’t like that, I want Peter Parker back, perhaps he’s been locked away in a cryogenic chamber all these years as his horrid cool kid clone has ran rampant throughout the Marvel Universe. Or have we already had that storyline?

Spider-Man suffered terrible tragedy early in life, his parents dying in a car accident, he didn’t train himself to be a competent psychopath and carry out a war on motor vehicles instead he became a bright young kid with a promising future but then out of nowhere he gained amazing super powers, which made him go a little nuts to begin with, only the death of his beloved Uncle Ben managed to save Spider-Man from a hedonistic lifestyle of pleasure without pain.

Hit with tragedy for a second time Spider-Man didn’t decide to start a war on the poor or become a serial killer instead he became a hero, one of the most respected heroes in the Marvel Universe, time after time he put his life on the line to stop bad guys, usually bank robbers and petty crooks, but he helped save the world on more than one occasion he did all these things while his personal life was falling apart this didn’t turn him into a psychopath, a murderer, instead it pushed him to do greater good and he’s continued to sacrifice his own life to ensure the people of New York City live in relative peace.

What a guy.

Both Superman and Spider-Man need honouring for their dedication to always doing the right thing no matter what they’ve not let tragedy and pain dictate how they respond to the world or operate within it instead they’ve used moments that have broken lesser men as a means to galvanise themselves into selfless actions. They’ve both loved, Superman Lois Lane, who he has a child with, and Spider-Man Mary Jane, who he had a kid with, and both characters seem to learn from mistakes they’ve made and try and ensure they don’t repeat them.

Both Superman and Spider-Man seem like really happy chappies great examples of happy people they both seem to be grateful for the lives they lead, and have led, and both seem grateful for the immense powers they possess. I don’t think I’ve ever read a story featuring either character in which they’ve been lacking in gratitude big headed or overbearing they’re humble guys having been brought up with real world good to honest decent points of view. Both characters ensure they use their powers for the greater good and both seem pleasant always smiling and laughing, having a good natured joke with work colleagues while in their civilian identities, enjoying the company of family and friends, everyone who knows them in their secret identities finds them perfectly reasonable individuals no ones got a bad word to say about Clark Kent or Peter Parker because both are good guys.

Every good guy in the DCU wants to be Superman’s friend, I doubt there’s anyone in the Justice League who dislikes the happy fella, even The Batman, dark knight that he is, considers Superman his best friend, his super friend. As for Spider-Man during his run as an Avenger not only was he well liked he was (almost) revered and now, as Peter Parker, he’s surrounded by a team of happy go lucky scientists who think he’s a swell guy and that’s because he is a swell guy.

Superman and Spider-Man are the types of character I’m happy to admire and idolise they’re the types of happy people that inspire me and who I aspire to be. On those rare occasions I feel a bit sad, woe is me, I pick up a comic book featuring the adventures of Superman, or Spider-Man, and my moments of sadness disappear into the ether.

Batman And The Punisher

I confess I’m a big fan of comic book characters, I regularly read the adventures of both The Batman and The Punisher recently I noticed that both characters just aren’t happy individuals, they’re both bitter and they both hold grudges. They’re both well liked, within the comic book community, for being such dark bitter angry asshats. But they’re not good role models because we shouldn’t be bitter, hold grudges or be angry.

Only recently I caught myself, in conversation, expressing hate towards people I once knew, once worked with, later in the day I examined, inspected, observed and researched my anger and notion of hate and realised I don’t actually hate anyone I was just being overly dramatic. Being hateful, holding grudges just seemed ridiculous I laughed at myself and then mocked myself for being a nincompoop. A nincompoop is a fool and being a fool is something I’ve always been.

The Batman and The Punisher are also fools, grand nincompoops, both have suffered tragedy but rather than getting over it, and themselves, they instead allowed themselves to be consumed by hate and embraced psychopathic tendencies.

I don’t know who is more unhappy The Batman or The Punisher ones a billionaire with a fetish for dressing as a giant bat and beating up the poor the other enjoys killing people both are assholes but ones probably worst than the other.

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At an early age Bruce Wayne saw his mother and father gunned to death in the Gotham streets. The killer may have had mental health issues and just required professional help and medication. The murderer might have been a low-life criminal scumbag with a drug problem, gambling debts, nowhere to call home, no one to love him and in a desperate situation committed a desperate act that haunted him for the rest of his life.

Obviously the murder of his parents affected Bruce Wayne in all kinds of weird and wonderful ways but instead of becoming a psychopath preying on the poor he could have used his inherited wealth to help the poor of Gotham. Improved education, ensured the poor had access to affordable, or free, medical care, provided jobs, built housing but no instead Bruce Wayne blamed poor people for the death of his parents and went to war on them.

What an asshole.

The Punisher


Was already a psychopath before his family were accidentally slaughtered during gang warfare. I suspect his descent into the abyss was inevitable. Unlike The Batman Frank Castle had already been brutalised by institutions the military industrial complex had turned him into a killing machine without mercy, remorse or empathy. If his family hadn’t been killed accidentally by criminal scum he’d probably have killed them himself because they were annoying, needy, too noisy.

It’s weird that The Punisher, a mass murderer and serial killer, is considered a hero there’s not many villains in Marvel comics with a bigger body count to their name than Frank Castle, now you could justify The Punisher’s murderous assault by claiming criminals deserve to be punished until they’re dead but everyone of his victims was a son, or daughter, to parents who loved them, some of The Punisher’s victims were probably parents themselves. A lot of The Punisher’s victims sold drugs, their only crime, they weren’t all killers or paedophiles, and what’s worst selling drugs or killing people? If murder is worst than drug dealing then The Punisher is a worst person than most of those he’s killed.

Both The Batman and The Punisher need punishing for their violent crimes, arrest followed by prison sentences, Frank Castle for life, and while suffering in prison both characters need to lighten up a little, stop taking life so damn seriously, both vigilantes/madmen are perfect examples of miserable people.

Both The Batman and The Punisher are hanging on to things that cause them to be unhappy and both express their unhappiness via violent means. Does The Batman ever take time out just to enjoy being Bruce Wayne? No, when he’s not obsessing over a crime he’s obsessing about his parents deaths decades before. I don’t think The Batman loves anyone or anything, I doubt he has love for himself, The Punisher probably loves his guns but nothing else. Neither character seems to learn from their mistakes the stories told about them seem to go over and over the same mistakes again and again and again without end. If you don’t learn from your mistakes then you’re doomed to repeat them.

Both The Batman and The Punisher are examples of the type of person who cares what people think though they fake being indifferent. Why spend any time worrying about what people think? If you’re a good, honest, decent person then what people think doesn’t matter if you’re a bad person you don’t care because fuck ’em but The Batman and The Punisher care because it’s a kick to their massive egos, how dare people criticise me? Who do they think they are? I’ll fucking smack ’em. Stab their eyes out with my trusty Army knife.

Does The Batman have any friends? His colleagues in the Justice League might respect, even fear, him but are any of them his friends? I know he and Superman are supposed to be the best of friends, super friends, and that was true Pre-Crisis but Post-Crisis Batman is such a psychopathic asshole I can’t see Superman being his friend. As for The Punisher if he had any friends he’s either gotten them killed or killed them himself.

Being a happy person requires regular daily sleep and I’ve never seen The Batman or The Punisher sleeping they’re always to busy making someone else’s life as unpleasant as their own and is that their purpose? To bring down misery and pain because they’re miserable and in pain?

What are their long term goals? The Batman hasn’t made Gotham a better place, in fact it’s probably worst and The Punisher’s war on crime is impossible to realise all he can do is keep on fighting until the bitter end.

I think there are lessons to be learnt from The Batman and The Punisher they’re not characters to admire or idolise instead they are learning tools, don’t be as unhappy and bitter as The Batman and The Punisher otherwise you’ll end up a psychopath.

Early Morning Happiness

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One of the reasons I find it difficult to be unhappy is because when I wake up leave my bedroom and enter my living room I’m greeted with shelves full of geek stuff. Too much stuff. DC and Marvel comic book collections, big chunky editions of The Walking Dead, a small selection of Manga and hundreds of DVDs. Upon arrival home from work this same geek stuff brings a big smile to my stupid face.

I LOVE IT!

I love all my stuff it makes me happy that’s the reason I can’t stop buying it, or don’t want to stop buying it, I guess it’s like an addiction, but rather than one that’s detrimental to my physical and mental health this addiction as all kinds of awesome benefits.

The only downside to owning so much geek stuff is I quickly run out of space. I was wishing, only the other day, that I’d kept everything, not sold, gave away or thrown away any of the geek stuff I’d accumulated at some point, but if I still owned everything I’d need a huge mansion or two houses to store all the ace geek stuff and I can’t afford a mansion or two houses because I am poor.

Being poor makes me happy. All the negative aspects of my life that would make other people unhappy make me happy, I realised this recently while having conversations with other people and they expressed distress at every day things I do and don’t do, for example, daily exercise and making the five mile plus walk to work, preferring night shifts to daytime shifts, not using mobile phones, not eating at fast food restaurants, not drinking or smoking, never having used drugs or medicines and never having watched a celebrity TV show or something like The X-Factor.

It’s possible I’m the only person other people have met who is like this so obviously I’m a weirdo but from my perspective people who don’t walk, or moan if they have to make a fifteen minute walk are weird. People who have their mobile phones in constant use are weird. People who eat regularly at McDonalds are weird. Drinking alcohol every day and smoking cigarettes is weird. Using illegal narcotics is weird (and naughty) being medicated is weird. Being obsessed with celebs is weird. Watching The X-Factor is weird.

Weird is all a matter of perspective, but if all the things I find weird make other people as happy as my geek stuff makes me then good for them it’s better than smoking, drinking heavily, using drugs, being celeb obsessed and those things, and many more, making a person unhappy. It really would be weird if smokers are unhappy smoking but continue to do so feeling more unhappy with each puff of a cigarette, or drinkers unhappy with the amount they drink but continue to drink the same amount continuously without sign of stopping.

My addiction to geek stuff costs on average about two hundred quid a month if I stopped buying comic books and DVDs I’d accumulate enough cash to go jetting off around the world several times a year but to be perfectly honest I’ve no real interest in travel, visiting exotic locales wouldn’t make me happy I’d probably be unhappy, on days away from work I prefer being home alone surrounded by all the geek stuff that makes me immediately happy early in a morning and continues to bring me happiness throughout the rest of my day.

That’s the thing with this life we’re all experiencing we’ve got to find the things that make us happy and stick to them, no matter what, and if other people express negative views of the geek stuff you like me love, fuck ’em, it’s our life and it’s full of geeky, love it and ignore the naysayers they’re all fucking miserable anyways.

 

 

 

Be Mo Farah

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If there’s something you want to do, like really, really want to do then you’ve got be inspired by someone like Mo Farah, I’m not sure if everyone saw his 10k race during the Rio Olympics but the dude fell heavily to the floor rolled back onto his feet and won the frikkin’ race it was the best example I’ve ever seen of someone really wanting something badly enough to not give up. It was inspirational. Olympians can inspire us all, perhaps more than any other type of person. For the purpose of a blog post I’m going to list a few challenges I’ve decided to try and be Mo Farah at:

Be Happy Now

There’s no point being happy at some undetermined future time because the future’s so unpredictable we all might be dead before we can be happy. Though I’ll be happy if all our deaths are the result of a zombie apocalypse or alien invasion, we’d be living in a freakin’ movie and wouldn’t that be great? Yes it really, really would.

I’m not present enough to be happy at times yet to come I never, or very rarely, make plans for the future I just exist from day to day present in the moment but not present enough to plan ahead. In my life everything happens by accident and nothing is pre-planned, fortunately those accidents turn out well rather than disastrous. Lucky me.

Being happy isn’t something that happens by accident however it’s something you’ve got to want, like Mo Farah winning his race, you’ve got to wake up and be happy it doesn’t matter what time of the day I wake sometimes it’s 04:00 and sometimes it’s 14:00 it depends on my shifts at my place of employ but I always make the effort to be happy, usually by messing about while looking in a mirror, for some reason my ugly visage makes me happy. From my waking moment I make sure every moment brings happiness, preparing and eating food, wasting a few hours writing or drawing, reading comic books, watching DVDs, deciding what to wear, making the five mile plus walk to work, working out with weights, being alone and enjoying complete silence.

I don’t believe that the pursuit of happiness is the purpose of our lives, I don’t actually believe in anything, but I figure because we’re here, we’re alive, we’re still breathing without illness, physical and mental, to plague us we should be happy without having purpose or the wasting of time pursuing happiness.

Most of the time I’m not even aware I’m happy, until I catch myself smiling or laughing or I punch the air with joy because I’ve just watched something ace or read something remarkable but once I catch myself I’m amused because I’m happy about nothing major, I’m happy about being alone, I’m happy without being a winner, without having spent a shed load of cash and then bragging about spending a shed load of cash, I’m happy about having nothing really to be happy about other than happiness itself. It’s a challenge being happy in a human world that seems so fucking unhappy but be inspired by Mo Farah and fight to be happy, WANT to be happy.

Write A Horror Novel

If you’ve never tried to write a work of fiction before you might be under the impression that writing a novel is easy, you just sit before a notepad, or keyboard, and write away the story just flowing from brain to fingers to paper, or computer screen, but that’s not how writing works it requires talent, hard work, self sacrifice and lots and lots of inspiration.

I’ve decided to write a horror novel because my favourite genre, be it movies, TV, books, is the horror genre back in the good ol’ Eighties I read voraciously horror novels I never really read any other genre I had love for science fiction but only visually, movies, TV shows, comic books and I had love of fantasy novels but they tended to be these massive sprawling tomes and I preferred my fantasy more heroic, Conan the Barbarian, than high, Tolkien-esque.

My favourite writers throughout the Eighties were Stephen King, James Herbert, Dean Koontz and of course HP Lovecraft, I don’t read horror novels anymore, other than Lovecraft, I’ve tried to embrace the horror novel genre but I’ve been bitterly disappointed by the novels people, via the Internet, have recommended so I’ve figured why not write a horror novel, write something I want to read, so I’m going to make attempt, fail, feel sad, eat twelve pizzas, cry, crawl into a little ball and die unless of course I’m inspired by Mo Farah and persevere.

Create A Webcomic

I have this idea for a webcomic, it’s probably not a great idea but it is indeed an idea, I want to draw a webcomic inspired by Jack Kirby and have most of it, if not all, completed for August 28th 2017, Kirby’s 100th birthday.

My idea is pretty basic, dude gets super powers, discovers the world is not what it seems, fights evil, it’s all been done before, and much better than I can manage, it’s impossible for me to conjure forth anything original, or even interesting, I can only create stuff I want to read.

The origin of the super dude character has already been mapped out thumbnails wise now I face the hard work translating the thumbnails to full pencils to inks to digital colour add a bunch of coherent words and BOOM webcomic.

Lose Weight, Eat Less

I decided at the beginning of August to lose weight my aim was to lose eight pounds by September 1st I weighed myself at about 06:30 on the morning of September 1st and I was 13 stone 7 pounds rather than losing eight pounds I’d lost fifteen I was most happy with myself and my new target is to hit less than 13 stone by the end of the year. It’s not going to be easy, it requires a lot of hard work, commitment, determination and fighting through days when I just want to eat pizza for breakfast, dinner and tea.

Eating less has been my method of losing weight, I’ve never really ate a big breakfast, preferring two eggs scrambled or berries,  Greek style yoghurt and peanut butter (Whole Earth, crunchy, no added sugar) I’ve stuck to my usual breakfasts alternating so as not to get too bored eating the same thing every morning. For dinner/lunch I’ve mostly ate vegetables with noodles and for tea/dinner two chicken breast, salmon, or a chicken thigh. In between meals I’ve ate one banana and one Satsuma (easy peel) I haven’t found myself feeling hungry, I’ve been quite happy with my diet but I have noticed on the few occasions I’ve ate a large meal a feeling of being bloated, it’s been most unpleasant, and I figure eating less has caused me to be unable to eat more.

I’m of the opinion that we, in nations like Britain, eat far too much, we seem addicted to eating. I live in the centre of my hometown, the desk I sit at to write these blog posts, my novel and create my webcomic is situated so I can see out of my living room window I see the people from my hometown wandering about throughout the day and night most of them are overweight, most of them heavier than me, some of them, a lot, are obese.

I have no problem with fat people, it’s their choice to be massively overweight but I have come to the conclusion that humans are supposed to be slightly, or even massively, under weight. During our caveman days I imagine men and women to have been under weight, I imagine food sources were scarce hunting hardly easy and with so much competition meat wasn’t always a stable part of the human diet. I imagine that early humans were more vegetarian than carnivores and I imagine that life was really harsh, required of people to be on the go from the moment the sun rose to the moment it set, I imagine cavemen, and women, were skinny things and no one was ever fat with this imagining in mind I’ve figured the healthiest choice is to be under weight and not overweight so I’m going to try and reach a weight below my ideal.

In addition, cave people didn’t eat bread, cakes, McDonalds or drink gallons of Coca Cola because such things just didn’t exist, they survived well enough for all of us to be here now on meat, fish, fruits, nuts and vegetables they were the strongest, healthiest, hardiest, fittest humans to ever exist, THE most successful humans in our long bloody history as well as being inspired by Olympians we would do well to be inspired by our caveman ancestors without them fighting to survive every day there’d be no me and no you.

Reduce Sugar Intake

Sugar is evil.

We consume way too much sugar, just about everything we eat, especially packaged food stuff, is drenched in sugar, I don’t know why this has become socially accepted perhaps because sugar is an addictive compound it makes us buy more food thus making someone somewhere extremely wealthy. More fool all of us for making other people extremely wealthy we’re supposed to be clever, a smart monkey, but we just seem fucking stupid.

Throughout August I mainly ate vegetables, fruits and chicken my intake of sugary crap was greatly reduced I didn’t notice a difference in my attitude, I wasn’t happier or unhappier, but I did end up losing 15 pounds in weight.

I must be inspired by my weight loss and continue to avoid eating chocolate and drinking fizzy drinks, it’s obvious they’re not going to be good for me, health wise, so why keep consuming them?

It’s the same theme with smokers and drinkers they know they’re doing themselves harm by smoking and drinking and yet they continue to drink and smoke, like I’ve already made mention we’re supposed to be smart but all the evidence points to the unarguable fact that we’re idiots.

Be A Friendlier, Nicer Person

I’m neither friendly or nice and I’m happy for others to be unfriendly and nasty towards me, doesn’t bother me one bit, I just don’t care, fuck people, but it wouldn’t hurt me, well maybe not, to be friendlier and nicer though it does seem like a lot of hard work.

Over a decade ago I tried to be friendlier and nicer I managed two and half days on the third day I felt so ill I threw up in my mouth and thought, ‘fuck this shit!’ stopped being friendly and nice and immediately felt much better.

This time however I’m going to work through the feeling of sick, work hard at being nice, endeavour to be friendly, I don’t know why I’ve decided to make this attempt it just seems impossible and I’m the kind of person who wants the impossible to be possible, like wishing for a zombie apocalypse or an alien invasion or better yet an alien invasion during a zombie apocalypse. Hmm, why isn’t there a TV show featuring such an idea? Think The Walking Dead mashed with Falling Skies only well written with interesting characters. If only.

Things I Love: August

Comic Books
My comic book reads. I’ve recently finished reading Joe Kubert’s Tarzan, fantastic enjoyable adventure romps. Jack Kirby’s Machine Man, another great piece of action stories from The King of comics. Kamandi the Last Boy on Earth, another gem from the creative genius Jack Kirby. OMAC Jack Kirby’s creation a series so far out and imaginative it’s like reading something sent back through time from the future. Devil Dinosaur, again by Jack Kirby and another fun and action filled comic book gem. I’ve been on a happy Jack Kirby comic book romp which will continue until I’ve re-read every Jack Kirby comic book I own.

  
Battlestar Galactica

The re-imagined series. I’m dusting off all my TV box sets and wasting spare hours in an evening (but not every evening due to work commitments) embroiled in the best science fiction television series of all time one, of many, reasons it’s the best, in my humble opinion, is because unlike the various Star Treks and Babylon 5 it doesn’t rely on endless references to Earth’s history. By the end of August I should have managed my way through season one and be preparing to watch season two.

Being Creative

I was creating an apocalypse scenario webcomic and a superhero webcomic but having found out that August 2017 will be Jack Kirby’s one hundredth birthday I’ve decided to create a webcomic honouring the greatest comic book creator the world has ever seen. My new series will be illustrated in a Kirby style, hopefully without looking too badly rendered and features a British superhero team of misfits and losers dragged into adventures they could only have dreamed about. It starts with an alien invasion and ends with victory. Maybe. It’s been fun to design and the illustrations have already begun my plan is to release it at the end of August next year timed to perfection, hopefully, to coincide with Jack Kirby’s birth date.

Exercise

I’ve recently upped my exercise regime engaging in more cardio and a new weight training routine it’s a steady moderate form of exercise that seems, if I’m not delusion, to be working rather well.

Life In General

At the moment of writing this post I can happily claim I have zero to worry about and no problems to trouble me it’s just nice every day waking up being happy and healthy with the promise of a hassle free day ahead. It might be the bright shiny sunlight bathing my physique in feel good rays that’s to blame for my ridiculously happy mood and come Autumn/Winter doom and gloom will envelop me in a dark cloud of misery and depression. Time will tell.

The Outsiders

 Outsiders

Being a fan of pop culture it’s always apparent that geeks/nerds are presented as outsiders and I’m sure in some cases it’s true in the real world. I think of myself as an outsider, I don’t get along with my fellow humans, I like being an outsider if I could I wouldn’t speak or even see another human ever again and I wouldn’t feel sad or lonely.

Naturally I don’t have many friends it’s always been hard connecting with people I’ve never felt alien instead I’ve always felt others were alien.

These feelings of being an outsider don’t cause me inner, or outer, turmoil or any kind of pain I don’t feel the need to change anything or to try and belong to anything, we are what we are and we should be happy with who and what we are. I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything, it’s my desire to be an outsider, almost a choice but really it’s just a part of who I am.

I notice my outsider-ness all the time but especially when I’m around other people, work is all kinds of awkward unless I’m on a night shift all alone, travelling from one space to another is also cause for concern there’s this feeling I sometimes have that other people know I’m somehow different, an outsider, and the occasional stare from people makes it seem like they possess a supernatural ability to recognise someone different from what they are.

In the movie Midnight Special the little kid, Alton, explains that there’s a world built on top of our own and there are people there that watch us, they’ve watched us for a very long time, and that’s how I feel every day like we’re being watched from somewhere else, Highfather and the rest of The Qunitessence watching us from a higher dimension observing our interactions with each other and those dissimilar from us and perhaps judging us but without interfering.

This feeling of being watched by a higher power leads to a kind of disconnection with reality like I’m part of it but outside of it at any minute I could just disappear or fall apart into individual atoms and dissipate into the ether. This feeling has caused a few very weird experiences on regular occasions reality looks like a two dimensional image like I’m watching it on a cinema screen it’s not an altogether safe experience it happens at the most inopportune times like when I’m navigating a busy road, on one occasion it occurred when a female jogger was running towards me and she kind of jumped, you know when a movie at the pictures suffers a sudden bracing fault and the picture jumps beginning again several seconds earlier, it caused me to stare in disbelief but the female jogger probably figured I was a pervert.

But I’m not.

Honest.

For some outsiders perhaps they don’t wish to be an outsider maybe they want to be part of the gang, have the sexy girlfriend/boyfriend, get invited to all the cool parties, but if people are outsiders and want those kinds of things they’ve obviously got to change who they are and then work at being someone different though why they’d want to be someone different is beyond me people should just be happy with who they are regardless of what anyone else, and society, thinks.

Being an outsider builds character, or so I choose to believe, and also self-reliance, being an outsider there’s no one I can rely on for anything, no one I can ask for a hand when I fall, and I like that knowing that when the worst times hit there’s no one to lean on I’ve got to steady myself and be strong enough to carry on, I like that anything I achieve is just that my achievement without anyone else able to share credit, that when moments of complete loneliness occur, and those moments occur for everyone, instead of being afraid I’m instead all embracing of those wonderful moments.

There’s nothing wrong with being an outsider like there’s nothing wrong with being homosexual, overweight, uncool, good at something, useless at most things these worlds we live in are false created to trap us and keep us from being who we are and who we want to be.

We have to break free.

Don’t Look Back In Anger

anger

I often look back at my childhood through rose tinted glasses, the Seventies and Eighties were fantastic, but other periods of my life I look at through a glass darkly, the 21st century having been especially one massive disappointment. Don’t you love the phrase ‘through a glass darkly’ and the rest of the words that accompany said phrase, ‘when I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part: but then I shall know even as also I am known.’ 1 Corinthians 11 and 12.

Now I’m no religious person you don’t have to be to appreciate those words. I’m not good with words myself, I’m a product of my environment, a perfect example of the area in which I was born, yup I’m a frikkin’ idiot, but I can appreciate my language being used in a manner that can best be described as beautiful.

Mostly when I look back in time it’s pop culture I’m happily nostalgic about, there’s not much else, other than gratitude for the parenting I received, I certainly don’t have good memories of school or national government, the Tories throughout the late Seventies and the entirety of the Eighties were a fucking nightmare.

But what’s the point looking back at things, anything, in anger? The past it’s gone, happened pissed you right off but gone now never to happen again, it’s like smoke blown away in the wind. And yet people regurgitate the past all the time, sometimes negatively, look at all the hatred in the world, Irish against Irish, Israeli’s against Palestinians and the Lebanese, Jew against Muslim against Christian against worshippers of the magical spaghetti monster who lives somewhere in the sky. The anger it seems never ending at times.

It’s weird, the past, up until 2009 I was a fan of Liverpool FC, I loved football, lived it, breathed it, but then I stopped, I still watch highlights of the Premier League on Match of the Day but I barely know any of the players, or managers, but I can remember, vividly, players and managers from the Seventies and Eighties, I barely remember anyone from today’s movies or moments that occur during modern movies but I can remember everything from Jaws (1975), The Thing (1982), Ghostbusters (1984), and probably every word the character Ash says in Evil Dead 2 (1987). I’m infected with memories from Seventies and Eighties comic books and right now I’m feeling like Adam Warlock, Starlin’s version of the character, I’m feeling like a Byronic hero all deep and brooding but ask me to remember old friends, old work colleagues, and my memory draws a blank I’m like an imbecile but one who can tell you everything about Eighties Superman, by John Byrne, but nothing about school friends or former acquaintances, if I haven’t spoken to a person for a year I’ve probably forgotten who they are and yet I remember every single issue of Byrne’s Superman.

I started the Eighties as a kid and I ended the Eighties as an adult, my eighteenth birthday was December 30th 1989, and I’ve got to confess I stopped paying attention once I hit adulthood, I gave up, I knew nothing was going to be as good as everything that had come before and you know what? I was right, jeez I was a clever kid.

While I was writing this I was at work watching High Fidelity, having already watched Fever Pitch, both movies are from Nick Hornby stories, both are about looking back into the past, Fever Pitch is rose tinted and High Fidelity is through a glass darkly the main character being terribly angry about failed relationships in his past and how he had been hurt, until it’s revealed he is a major asshole and kinda deserves to be alone and I figure at the end of the movie his relationship lasts perhaps another six months and then his girlfriend, Laura, leaves him again because he is such an asshole. Or maybe she doesn’t I’ve always figured women have boyfriends that are assholes because they, the women, are also assholes. I’m not sure if anyone else has noticed this fact. But it’s true, sometimes it might be hard to figure out it’s true, perhaps the woman seems so nice but believe she’s an asshole.

But Cusack’s Rob has so much anger for all these ladies that have, apparently, hurt him heart and soul, at no point does he put the past behind him he even drags up girlfriends from when he was a kid, who remembers girlfriends, or boyfriends, from their childhood? I can’t remember the girlfriends from my adult years they’re like nice meals that were great, hmm tasty, at the time but now forgotten. Besides Rob only gets Laura back because her Dad dies and if he hadn’t would they have ended up back together?

Anger and the past are crazy things they’ll eat you up inside, if you let them, you know all that anger and the past let it go, the past is already gone so why hang on to the anger? It doesn’t matter whom you are angry at, or why you’re angry, just let it go why let people make you angry? And why let things that happened or have been done to you make you angry? If we had access to a Tardis the past, and our anger, might matter because we could go back in time and kill that fucker, before they were born, or stop past you from tumbling into the situation that now makes you angry. Unfortunately a Tardis doesn’t exist so we can’t alter the past so why keep being angry about it?

‘You’ll never change what’s been and gone.’