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.

 

The Robots’ Rebellion Part 3

The Robots' Rebllion

Chapter 3 is titled A Brotherhood of Clans.

This chapter begins with Egypt, Ancient Egypt land of intrigue and mystery but the chapter doesn’t concentrate on Egypt it throws a vast amount of information at a reader and is finally a chapter I found enjoyable. Along with Ancient Egypt we’re offered the idea of an ancient Brotherhood that has manipulated humanity for thousands of years, and touches upon some real historical stuff Ancient Greece, the Romans, Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Confucius and Buddha, a lot of pre-Christian religious stuff.

Icke makes claim that the heretical pharaoh Akhenaten was a puppet of a secret society, the Brotherhood, which retained some kind of power once Egypt returned to a land of polytheism upon the death of Akhenaten. This ancient Brotherhood still exists today, according to Icke, in the form of the Freemasons an alleged sinister group that allegedly controls the destiny and fortune of the entire human race.

Kind of like the Stonecutters from the American cartoon series The Simpsons.

‘Who controls the British crown?

Who keeps the metric system down?

We do, we do

Who keeps Atlantis off the maps?

Who keeps the Martians under wraps?

We do, we do

Who holds back the electric car?

Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star?

We do, we do

Who robs cavefish of their sight?

Who rigs every Oscar night?

We do, we do!’

 

The Robots’ Rebellion Part 2

The Robots' Rebllion

Chapter 2 is titled Collective Amnesia.

It begins with more waffle about Atlantis and about the Luciferic Consciousness that came to infect planet Earth in times so ancient it’s hard for us, simple humans, to comprehend the timeframe involved. It’s all bollocks of course.

For example:

The Universe needs the life the Earth brings forth and the whole must be preserved. It is not for you alone that we do this work. There has always been an order in the way the planets have been governed. Man has not understood the linkages that bind everything together.’

Channelled information Icke claims to have received from an alien intelligence, it’s all very egotistical not only David Icke being one of the few people on Earth, out of over six billion, to be made aware of who we really are, not only does it stink of ego to believe alien intelligences are speaking to you, or through you, but it’s massively egotistical to believe, and promote, the idea that the human race is in someway THE most special little creature in all creation and that the very existence of planet Earth is hugely beneficial to the continued health and wellbeing of the universe.

A similar theme pervades a lot of the fiction I enjoy reading especially stories from both DC and Marvel comics, Marvel comics often has the Earth at the centre of events of cosmic significance.

I can’t accept that we humans are in anyway special, the evidence leads me to believe the contrary, we are as a species a selfish, vain, mean, nasty, greedy, violent, murderous animal that will kill, with made up justification, every living thing upon the planet including each other and ourselves. If anything we’re the least interesting and least special little creature in the entire vastness of the universe, a universe so vast that no one, or all of us collectively, can comprehend or understand.

Eventually Icke’s ideas about energies and frequencies important to the continued existence of the cosmos emanating from the Earth leads him further into the wonderful world of ancient astronauts, by the gods I love those guys.

Naturally whenever expressing ideas about ancient astronauts writers always use passages from The Bible, for me The Bible is a series of writings written specifically for people who no longer exist and haven’t for thousands of years the stories within the pages of the collective we know as The Bible were aimed at a people in one very small geographical region of this mad wild planet the stories weren’t meant for a wider audience and perhaps that’s why I rejected them, many years ago, I’m not of the Hebrew tribe and I wasn’t born three, or four, thousand years ago I’m a child of the 20th century and I live in the 21st century Hebrew stories meant for a people who no longer exist bear no relevance to the times I’m experiencing of any of the experiences I randomly have, some by accident and some on purpose. There are no stories of ancient astronauts in The Bible because not one character in The Bible, fictional or real, ever encountered ancient astronauts.

It’s a shame ancient astronauts don’t exist, it would indeed be a wonder if they did, life changing, we do have to face the facts that it’s easy, far too easy, to take a story, real or fictitious, and bend and shape it to fit our own beliefs. People use stories in The Bible, and sometimes mere paragraphs and sentences, to express negative views towards homosexuals failing to realise that The Bible was never meant for them, it was never expected to still be making such a huge impact on people in the 21st century and the fact it still does is a sad reflection on how moronic most humans really are.

Sheeple not people.

Morons not rational thinking imaginative individuals.

Chapter two touches, briefly, on the influence of the ancient Sumerians, Earth’s first civilisation, maybe, the fact remains we know very little about ancient Sumer and some of what we do know, or what Icke eludes to in his book, is a misunderstanding of an ancient peoples beliefs and lifestyle choices. We can’t use Sumer as an example of a culture that was visited by ancient astronauts because there’s no evidence aliens, humanoid aliens, visited Sumer and with very few scholars able to translate the Sumerian written language we’re not exactly sure what the Sumerians believed or experienced. I do, at times like this, wish writers didn’t bend facts to shape their own beliefs and I totally wish writers didn’t have their own agendas instead of trying to fool the gullible into believing any old nonsense writers like David Icke should be presenting evidence based alternative points of view instead of relying on alleged messages from alien intelligences.

After two chapters of bollocks I’m finding The Robots’ Rebellion tough going.

Boo me!

The Robots’ Rebellion Part 1

The Robots' Rebllion

And so begins my long, and somewhat joyful, reading and blogging about the wonderful books of Mr David Icke. The Robots’ Rebellion begins with a chapter titled The Takeover Bid under a part one section of the book titled The Darkness.

Now I’m no sycophant I don’t believe everything people tell me or everything I read I only believe in things I can accept, stuff that somehow makes sense to me and my experiences in this mad crazy world we assume is real.

Much of chapter one of this book is taken up with spiritual musings and the assumption psychics are making accurate claims about the nature of the universe and the formation of planet Earth.

Personally I don’t believe in psychic powers, I’d like to live in a world in which super powers were a reality but I don’t, I’d like to have super powers of my own Superman style super powers but I wouldn’t be a decent nice guy trying to save everyone and the world instead I’d make everyone, everywhere, fucking behave, but besides my obsession with accidentally Marvel style acquiring super powers there’s no way I’m ever going to have super powers and neither are you.

This first chapter was hard re-reading for me and I confess I skipped by parts of it, Atlantis, blah, King Arthur, meh.

The only real part of the chapter I was concerned with was the opening paragraph, ‘who created God?’ I’m an Atheist by nature for me God, Jesus, Heaven and Hell are merely fictions a method used to keep people under control but even though I am an Atheist with no spiritual beliefs or leanings whatsoever I do wish to know the origin of God.

I figure the fictional creation is an amalgamation of Egyptian and Babylonian beliefs and perhaps a little bit here and a little bit there stolen from other Middle Eastern cultures lost to us in time.

For blind believers in the existence of fictional beings roaming this vast universe God is the ultimate in power and majesty, according to believers God is omniscient, which means He has infinite knowledge, basically He knows everything about everything, the cleverest being in the entire universe, way smarter than me and thee and even smarter than Einstein and Newton. Clever isn’t something I’d attribute to any religious belief in God, for the smartest being in all the universe His worshippers sure are fucking stupid. He needs smarter people to believe in Him, I’m not smart, I’m an idiot but even I find other idiots fucking annoying and I’ve always assumed smart people find idiots unbearable God is the smartest being in all the universe He’d despise idiots.

So He’d hate, with passion, all His believers.

God is also supposed to be omnipotent, all powerful, not only the smartest being in all the universe but also the most badass, He could, in theory, kill the entire universe with but a thought no one, not even Superman, can fight and defeat God only…

… in the Bible, Old Testament, the fictional character Jacob wrestles and defeats the fictional God of the Hebrews, the all mighty and all powerful Yahweh, IHVH, but if God possesses unlimited power, enough power to end the universe, how could Jacob defeat Him?

God is also supposed to be omnipresent, which means He’s everywhere at once, the entire universe is God and God is the entire universe, kinda like Eternity from Marvel comics. So He, God, would know what’s happening as it happens maybe even before it happens so nothing would be a surprise to Him and yet the behaviour of the humans he destroys in the Great Deluge takes Him by surprise.

The origin of the God of the Bible might, no one it seems knows for sure, originate in Egypt when the pharaoh Akhenaten created a monotheistic religion and usurped the long established pantheon that dominated the land, Akhenaten’s One God, a Sun God, could have been the inspiration for Yahweh, though Yahweh seems like an angry storm god rather than a hopeful sun god.

I doubt anyone will ever know for sure where or how God originated but there’s one thing that’s for damn sure He is only a fictional character created by Man and not the other way around.

This first chapter of David Icke’s conspiracy, ancient mystery, is very disappointing, it seemed to me mostly nonsense I’ve read elsewhere before, bog standard random ideas about ancient human history that’s predicated upon lies and misunderstandings I’d hoped for more, it’s no The Biggest Secret and now I’m wishing I’d started with that book and ignored the two books that preceded it.

Sigh!

Sunday Morning Fun

I ensured I was up an extra hour before I needed to be this morning, 04:00 instead of 05:00, I usually get up at 05:00 most mornings, even when I’m not at work to go for a two hour walk it makes me happy going out before sun rise and then watching the morning go from darkness to light it reminds me of this:

“Well, once there was only dark. You ask me, the light’s winning.”

My reason for an extra hour of consciousness was so I could happily read David Icke’s latest masterpiece:

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For me, and this is just my opinion, Icke’s books are masterpieces and his warnings of doom and gloom have become a reality, the world he imagined back in The Biggest Secret (1999) is the world we live in today, again in my opinion.

Something that leapt out at me during the reading of this new master work was this, ‘it doesn’t matter what people think about you, only what you think about you’, this captures how I operate in this mad, perhaps illusionary, world we all exist upon, I have zero interest in what people think about me, I don’t care, I only care about what I think about me and though I’m aware of all my many flaws I’m also aware I AM AWESOME! (and delusional).

We tend to live in societies nowadays in which far too many people are concerned about what other people think about them, or how people treat them, when I’m sat at home during the day, my living room window open, writing or drawing at my work desk I hear people in my hometown stressing out, in rage, at what other people think about them, how they’ve been treated, what someone’s said, all that stress and rage explodes in shouting, screaming, swearing, no one’s laughing because someone thinks they’re a dick or a bitch, but why?

Everyone in my hometown could consider me a dick, I wouldn’t care in fact I’d find it HIGH-larious, I have zero interest in anyone in my hometown, I’m so uninterested in my fellows that I don’t really know anyone in my hometown and I have zero contact with people from my hometown, now I know not everyone can be like me, most people want people to like them, and most people want to be part of a community or tribe but if it’s causing them so much stress and rage why bother?

Why not, if they’re going to pursue popularity, interact with dozens of people, have one hundred Facebook friends and counting, adopt an attitude that prevents them from being stressed and enraged by what people think and what people say? Surely that’s a better way to live.

Personally I don’t know a dozen people, and I have seven Facebook friends, I don’t wish to acquire more, and I certainly wouldn’t want to interact with dozens of people on a daily basis it would be too much, too much moaning, too much bragging, too much information about stuff I have no interest in, though I interact with only a small amount of people I still have to suffer people telling me about The X-Factor and Britain’s Got Talent, when I inform them I’ve never watched either show and in general I don’t watch TV it doesn’t stop them droning on and on about something I have zero interest in, in return I don’t discuss Icke or comic books (my favourite past time) I have this blog it’s my place to express my happiness and joy at the things I love it prevents me being the type of geek who discusses with everyone, including strangers, the origins of superheroes and why the movies and TV shows fail to capture the essence of the comic book characters.

From sitting down with a cup of tea, at about 04:15, to writing this post at about 05:00 I’ve been happily immersed in things that make me happy, there’s been a gentle, yet firm, wind blowing through my hometown it’s been a sedentary peaceful morning, which is unusual for a Sunday morning there are usually people still drunk wandering home from nightclubs, these people are always arguing even if they’re on their own they’re arguing loudly over their phones with, what I assume, is a loved one.

Phantom Self is a book about how we’ve been conditioned to behave in a certain fashion, to believe in certain things, to adopt a herd mentality, to embrace tribalism, to not think for ourselves, there’s much more to it than that I’m merely summarising, in any given society the themes expressed by Icke are true all of us are brainwashed and manipulated we’re supposed to be the same, think the same, believe the same things, be basic, be idiots, want the same things, cherish the same things, need the same things.

Social structures, family, friends these are the three ideas drummed into us from an early age, and not necessarily in that order, we’re all supposed to want relationships that lead to a mortgage, debt, children, we’re all expected to be what society demands is normal, ‘normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in car that you are still paying for – in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.’

It’s as though George Orwell’s 1984 happened but none of us noticed it because we had, ‘the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbours, films, football, beer and above all, gambling’ to consume our precious time.

The Biggest Secret

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I’m currently reading David Icke’s Phantom Self and re-reading The Biggest Secret, I’m a big fan of David Icke’s workings it doesn’t matter if any of his claims are true (I’m sure religious people from all faiths can relate) but I want them to be true.

I had planned on re-reading The Robot’s Rebellion followed by And The Truth Shall Set You Free but I figured re-reading The Biggest Secret covers the ideas and themes of both books and I can write blog posts about The Biggest Secret and go nuts.

Some people tend to think David Icke is nuts but I find his ideas interesting and I buy and read each new book he releases it’s a happy moment, for me, when a new David Icke book arrives.

The Martians Have Landed?

The title of the first chapter of The Biggest Secret is The Martians Have Landed?

But landed where? Read on and you might just find out.

The Brotherhood is a constant theme of Icke’s writing an old (ancient) bloodline that’s ruled, and ruined, humanity for thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of years. This Brotherhood might have originated according to Icke in Babylon and began their ‘Great Work of Ages’ this working is planned to control (almost) every aspect of human existence and if true then it’s worked perfectly so far but only for the benefit of a small minority.

Ancient Astronauts is brought up as an idea throughout Icke’s workings evidence for such impossible beings rests with the mysterious constructs to be found around the world, Baalbek in Lebanon, the Nazca lines in Peru, like the existence of the Brotherhood such evidence is merely circumstantial we, the plebians, can’t actually provide any hard evidence that such things are real, we can wish for them to be real, we can believe, but we can’t empirically prove such. I suppose if we could then they wouldn’t be fantastical mysteries instead they’d be merely mundane and we wouldn’t have any interest in such ideas.

According to a friend of Icke, Brian Desborough, and fellow conspiracy boffin he believes our Solar System to have been built in a manner popularised decades ago by Immanuel Velikovsky, planets, Venus for example, crashing into the system from some unknown space and causing massive upheaval destroying a civilisation on the planet Mars and generally annoying Earth. Apparently the Martians were forced to flee their home world for the nearest habitable planet that planet just happened to be Earth great wars were fought with the natives of Earth, an highly advanced black culture and the invading Martians, white skinned humanoids, were victorious. It sounds ace and if true every time a white person tells a black person to ‘go back to where you come from’, a black person could retort, ‘I’m from Earth fuck off back to Mars Martian scum’. I’d love it.

Obviously there’s no evidence to prove Velikovsky’s cosmology and zero evidence to back up Desborough’s claim us white folk are descendants of white Martians, shame we’re not white Martians from the DC Uinverse we’d all have super powers and I’d love to have super powers, it’s such a sigh when reality just doesn’t match up to imagination.

From my perspective none of the above needs to be true, I don’t need to believe that white people are Martians, or that there’s an ancient Brotherhood dominating and manipulating humanity, it doesn’t matter it’s just fun to imagine such things are in fact real. The truth of the matter is the human world is probably as mundane as it seems with no big secrets to be discovered or knowledge to be shared and that the cosmos was born from a Big Bang and we’re all here by accident it’s still fantastical when you think about it just not as fantastical as Ancient Astronauts.

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.

War of the Worlds

 ‘The chances against anything man-like on Mars are a million to one,’ he said.

I’ve found myself investing (wasting) great chunks of my day in the different War of the World stories from HG Wells original to Alan Moore’s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen volume two to Alan Davis’ Killraven to Spielberg’s Tom Cruise starring movie. And it’s a terrible movie. I don’t know why I make myself suffer so perhaps I’m a glutton for punishment. The worst thing about the movie is the characters, come the apocalypse I meet anyone like them and I’m caving their heads in with a hammer, or my trusty baseball bat. Then I’ll probably cook ‘em on my gas stove and eat ‘em.

The movie begins with Morgan Freeman reciting almost word for word the opening of the Wells original from there the movie moves on to tell the story of Tom Cruise’s character, Ray Ferrier, a cargo crane operator who also happens to be the only person alive allowed, by Law, to drive super ridiculously fast through the streets of Brooklyn. To some people Ray’s very popular and highly regarded though not with his ex-wife and new husband and not with his eldest child, his son, because Ray’s an asshole.

The movie also stars Dakota Fanning, what happened to her? And other movie stars? One minute they appear in just about every movie I watch and then POOF! They’re gone forever.

I know people are flawed, like there has always been something massively wrong with us since our most humble of origins, perhaps it’s because no matter how hard we try, and deny, we’re just animals at the end of the day but you know when you become a parent try not to be. I’m sick and tired of (some) parents, their idea of parenting stinks, you have a kid it becomes your everything and you change, or suppress, your dick like behaviour whenever you’re around your kid/s, but nope instead (some) parents continue acting like dicks because they believe they ARE the centre of the universe, that they are IT, not realising that they’re actually just SHIT!

Ray Ferrier can’t stop being a dick/asshole it’s too ingrained in his psyche for him to ever give up. He’s one of the most annoying characters I’ve ever seen in a movie before and such a frikkin’ know-it-all, characters, real and imagined, like Ray Ferrier shouldn’t be allowed to have kids, governments NEED to introduce a baby licence, you need one for a car why not one for a kid? Applying for the licence would result in those not deemed worthy of being a parent being sterilised and those who flout the law and reproduce licence free should have their kids taken off them, a prison sentence and sterilisation. It’s something that any rational reasonable society would have introduced a thousand years ago, or more.

Ray Ferrier appears to be an expert in many things meteorology, electro-magnetism, car mechanics, and military tactics, he’s the only character in the entire movie who can dodge the Tripods’ heat-rays and exploding cars and buildings and he can also predict the immediate future. He’s like a superhero, only better.

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There should have been a War of the Worlds 2, Tom Cruise and a bunch of badass US Marines get sent to Mars by NASA to take the war to the enemy, all the other characters would die, naturally, except for Ray Ferrier, who would not only survive and escape Mars but also have killed the enemy. If of course the enemy in Spielberg’s version of War of the Worlds ail from Mars.

Or if anyone deems it necessary to make another War of the Worlds movie I hope it’s Marvel Studios and I get a Killraven movie, or TV show, now that would rock.

Unless of course it turned out crap.

A Day In The Life Of A Boring Geek/Nerd

I thought I’d create a post chronicling a regular day in my life. A nice day without work, without having to do anything other than laze around watching movies and reading comic books.

My day began at 04:45 I awoke wanting to pee but I did that thing a lot of us probably do I laid there wishing the pee to go away. I usually get up at about 05:00 anyways and I was determined to hold my pee until then unfortunately I have a baby like bladder and just had to go, besides some local, drunken, young adults somewhere nearby were shouting at each other the young woman crying and screaming, ‘YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING, YOU’VE RUINED MY LIFE!’ From what else I could hear through my wafer thin windows the young woman had found out her boyfriend had been having sex with other women and instead of going home to have this argument they decided to have the argument outside my bedroom window. Some people seem to enjoy having arguments in public places, maybe they want other people who don’t care one bit, people like me, to hear everything, perhaps they crave attention, but it’s attention I refuse to give.

I live in the centre of my hometown, it’s noisy during the day with vans and trucks making deliveries, young ‘uns playing their music loudly and making stupid noises, adults screaming and shouting at each other and their kids, people shouting down their personal phones, occasionally issuing threats of violence, there are times when little kids, pre-teens, are laughing and joking with each other and their parents/guardians, it’s noisy and I do wish people would be quiet but I don’t mind too much it’s human life and human life is chaotic and loud and sometimes obscene but it is what it is.

On Thursday, Friday, Saturday and sometimes Sunday nights/mornings there are drunken people, usually couples, ranting and raging at each other, I have heard English people giving Eastern Europeans some verbal and racist abuse, ‘WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE’ and since Brexit, ‘WE VOTED YOU OUT!’ we didn’t actually vote them out sixteen million of us Brits voted remain.

Thursday night is young adults night in Mansfield, it used to be called Student Night, but I’m not sure if that’s the case at forty-four I consider myself far too old to be crawling from one pub to another, especially on a Thursday night. Every Thursday night/Friday morning there are young women screaming at their boyfriends, young adults are such drama queens.

After my pee I made myself ready for a morning walk, it’s part of my daily exercise, I pop outside just before the sun rises, listen to some tunes on my new nano iPod, mostly Nineties Brit Pop at the moment, and off I go for at least an hour walking from town to town, this morning I went from Mansfield (my hometown here in Nottinghamshire) into Mansfield Woodhouse from Mansfield Woodhouse into Ravensdale and then back home it was only an hour, Britain’s a small island with a very large population for its size so everything local really is local.

I like early morning walks in Spring/Summer I’m out just before sun rise and the sun rises as I stride along bathing me in much needed sunlight infecting my every pore with vitamin D, no need do I for supplements I soak up the sun, when it’s not cloudy and heavily overcast. In Autumn/Winter the mornings are dark and quiet the world seems sleeping and it’s just as pleasurable an experience.

An early morning walk sets up the rest of my day, I’m full of beans, happiness flowing through my very being, I feel energetic, joy and love for this crazy existence we’re all experiencing uniquely but also similarly.

Upon arrival home I sat down enjoyed a nice mug of tea, started composing this post buzzing with energy, after my tea was eagerly consumed I jumped in, and then back out, of the shower and with clothes upon my ugly bloated person I settled down to watch my first movie of the day Ginger Snaps, a werewolf movie, I’ve currently been having a werewolf movie festival here in my flat/apartment on my own and it’s been fun I’ve watched one really terrible werewolf movie, Cursed, and three fun enjoyable nasty(ish) werewolf movies, Bad Moon, Underworld: Awakening and Silver Bullet.

I’m very interested in philosophical thought and ideas and I’m enjoying reading about Aristotle, the Greek philosopher once pondered what human purpose is, everything in the world seems to have a purpose but not us, not humans, so he thought and he thought about this conundrum and came to the conclusion our purpose is the use of reason, it’s what distinguishes us from the other animals, and that our purpose resides in whichever activity is unique to us, as individuals, naturally because they are so many of us we don’t possess any activities that are specifically unique to us I can guarantee there are thousands, perhaps millions, of other people who enjoy the same activities as you and me. If there were less of us then we could, possibly, be unique but with seven billion people on the planet the chances of anyone being unique is practically impossible. But because we’re here experiencing this life and we’re either happy or unhappy we’ve got to, for our own sanity, discover our own purpose, a way of life that suits us, I call my way of life The Way of the Exploding Geek, hardly original I’ve just stole the title from the Eighties computer game Way of the Exploding Fist and replaced the word Fist with the word Geek, which I guess is obvious because you can figure that out for yourselves. And sigh!

My way of life is hardly unique and you can see my way of life in every fictional geek/nerd that’s ever appeared in a TV show or movie, I am Sheldon Cooper, but without all the baby like behaviour in regards to illnesses and germs and animals and all the other strange problems the fictional Theoretical Physicist suffers in The Big Bang Theory, one of my very favourite TV shows, which in my experience represents geeks/nerds perfectly. It’s not as good as the British TV show The I.T. Crowd, but it’s still good, and as lasted far longer. I enjoy binge watching TV shows, fantasy/science fiction TV shows naturally, I refuse to watch drama without an element of fantasy/science fiction, and I enjoy creating for myself movie festivals, three movies, or more, a day over a set number of days, my werewolf movie festival started Wednesday and ends tomorrow night, during a night shift at work I’ll watch my final werewolf movie The Beast Within, a Video Nasty back in the Eighties here in the U.K. My purpose in life is to enjoy, and be happy, being myself, a geek/nerd/dork/dweeb/loser/misanthrope and spend as much time as possible on my own watching stuff I enjoy or reading stuff I enjoy, you’ve got to find a ‘Way’ that works for you, you might enjoy having adventures leaping from high places, climbing mountains, wrestling bears and lions, you might enjoy being out of your face on drugs and alcohol waking up next to someone you don’t know and then making the ‘Walk of Shame’, it might be fitness and health that is your ‘Way’, or smokes and bad food, obesity and diabetes, family and friends, it doesn’t really matter what your ‘Way’ is as long as it brings you happiness and not misery.

I would say don’t kill animals for fun or sport, don’t rape women and children, don’t be a criminal or terrorist. But who am I to say such things are wrong? ‘To each their own’.

At about 09:00 I began making breakfast, scrambled eggs made in a frying pan with lots of butter, bacon and veggie sausages, I’m not a big fan of meat so I try not to eat meat all the time but still enough to get my quota of protein, at 12:00 I’ll make dinner rice and vegetables and at 17:00 I’ll have chicken, I try to have protein for breakfast and at tea time and carbs at lunch time, if I snack it’s an orange or banana. I figure it’s important to avoid too much processed foodstuff and mostly get sugars from veg and fruit rather than from fizzy drinks and confectionary. Also cooking all three meals rather than just throwing something in the microwave is also important, cooking teaches patience and patience is a virtue plus I don’t have a microwave.

Once the first Ginger Snaps had ended I nipped out to pick up a few goodies:

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One of my few hobbies/interests is the buying and then reading of comic books, I had a few goodies to pick up this week, a few were last weeks releases that I hadn’t picked up as I enjoyed a week long avoidance of people. Now most people would find it strange someone would choose to avoid people for an entire week and it probably is but I loved it, no pointless conversations, no one moaning or bragging, just quiet, peace and quiet, it was akin to attaining nirvana. So I picked up two weeks worth of comic book collections, I haven’t bought single issues for over a decade I prefer collected editions. Along my travels out and about in my hometown I managed to find an ultimate edition of Batman versus Superman, to be fair there were loads of copies of the movie in my local HMV, maybe it hasn’t been selling, I know it was universally hated but I really enjoyed it. Upon arrival home I spent a few moments browsing through Previews, which is a monthly catalogue for the ordering of comic books and related goodies, I found to order The Mighty Thor: volume 2; John Byrne’s Alpha Flight; Thor Epic Collection volume 2; Captain Marvel by Jim Starlin; Dark Horse: Justice League; Action Comics volume 9 and Superman Golden Age volume 1, I’m mostly a Marvel/DC comic book geek/nerd but I do dabble with stuff from Image Comics. I like old school superheroes the kind that like wearing their pyjamas as outdoors clothing and bashing each other through walls and into the moon.

With my comic book orders planned well in advance I moved along to my second werewolf movie of the day, Ginger Snaps 2.

After a carbs only lunch I settled down to watch Ginger Snaps 3, which is set in 1815 rather than present day, it’s an odd bod of a movie featuring as it does flintlock rifles versus vicious werewolf tooth and claw.

With werewolf movies mostly exhausted I spent an hour, or so, reading comic books, Superman versus Aliens I and II, I enjoyed both, these kinds of pop culture mash-ups interest me greatly and it’s my opinion that the next Superman movie should be Supes versus Aliens. It might not be a good idea but I’d watch it.

With my fourth, or fifth, mug of tea at hand I watched two episodes of Star Trek TOS season three, episodes Requiem For Methuselah and The Way to Eden, my favourite version of the Star Trek universe is The Original Series, Kirk, Spock and McCoy are a perfect fit, though all the problems the trio find themselves in, and danger they bring to their starship, could be avoided if the Captain his first officer and the bridge crew stayed upon the Enterprise letting Lieutenants and other subordinates carry out most of the away missions.

A protein only tea time meal was enjoyed at 17:30 and once The Way To Eden ended I happily began to watch the ultimate edition of Batman versus Superman: Dawn of Justice, I didn’t think I’d enjoy this movie so I didn’t go watch it at the pictures but it turns out I find the movie so bizarrely constructed that I like it more than I do Man of Steel and Christopher Nolan’s Batman movies. It’s odd and feels unlike anything else I’ve ever seen, I can’t really explain, I don’t have the words, it’s just a bizarre movie in the way in which the tale is told.

The watching of Batman versus Superman will last until well past 21:00 and once it’s finished my day will end with some comic book goodness, Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko’s Machine Man.

And that dear reader is the day in the life of a boring geek/nerd, yes I know people demand that other people do things with their day, probably get up late, go shopping to somewhere really depressing like one of those huge shopping centres, and perhaps get a bite to eat or alcohol in a pub, interact with friends or/and family, but I don’t see how that’s different from watching movies, TV shows and reading comic books all day, it’s not like everyone is climbing a massive mountain or leaping, freefall, from a speeding plane. None of us are James Bond we’re just regular people with regular, boring perhaps, ways of spending our day I enjoy spending mine immersed in pop culture entertainment, I’ve been stupidly happy all day, laughing and smiling to no one but myself as I’ve been entertained, or not, by the stuff I’ve watched and read.

At about 22:00 my head will hit my pillows and I’ll remain in bed, hopefully blissfully sleeping until 05:00 Saturday morning.