Who Needs The Internet?

 Who needs the Internet and other technological marvels?

I don’t need the Internet, personal phones, tablets, music devices, computers, televisions, game systems and on and on.

No really I don’t. I have a PS4 I very rarely use it, every now and again I’ll watch a movie or binge watch a TV boxset but for days I might only touch it to dust it I don’t play games on it and I don’t really know why I bought one I should have bought a Blu-Ray player instead. My TV licence is due at the end of the month, I pay it in one payment rather than spreading it out over a year but I don’t watch TV, I’ve not watched any TV since the Euro football tournament ended I download TV shows from ETTV, all American, and then I watch them on my MacBook but to be honest there’s nothing worth downloading at the moment I’m waiting for Ash versus The Evil Dead to return in October then I’ll download something once again but really I could get away with not watching the series and it wouldn’t affect me negatively. I could sell my TV and MacBook, I wouldn’t get a lot of cash for them as both are over five years old so there seems no point and I doubt I’ll replace either if they break. Okay I might buy a new television because I do occasionally like to watch movies and I do have a large DVD collection it would be a shame to let it go to waste but I could get rid without cause for concern.

Now abandoning the Internet is really easy, I have managed without the Internet most of my life and in the past six years I’ve gone without for weeks on end, at the moment my Internet connection is awful, I use free wi-fi when I’m at home, my flat doesn’t allow for Internet connection it would cost some sum to have someone come fit some kind of Internet power point and I just don’t see the point I use the Internet randomly, usually to eat up a little time, I don’t actually NEED the Internet, I don’t buy stuff from Internet websites, I’m not a popular social butterfly with a thousand friends on Facebook, in fact I have seven Facebook friends and I only have a profile so my mother can get in touch with me because I don’t use phones, what kind of person does have a thousand friends on Facebook? Who knows a thousand people? I know, not very well, about a dozen, including family, and I sometimes find that’s a dozen too many so who knows a thousand? The people with a thousand Facebook friends must either be batshit crazy or desperate.

I’ve never liked phones, I never liked landlines and very rarely used them, I’ve never liked mobile devices, I don’t like the idea of being connected and having someone able to get in touch whenever it randomly suits them, waking you up during blissful sleep because they’ve got fuck all to say. Text messages are so pointless, I’ve never received a text message that had anything interesting to say, and people that send text messages need to go back to school and learn how to spell. Living in today’s modern age is akin to living in a world full of morons no one seems to have a good grasp of English, spelling and grammar abandoned in favour of nonsense words that make as much sense to me as this, anjksdnirjg34rt, does to you. I wonder if the French, German, Italian and so on have the same problem people taking the native tongue and turning into some unrecognisable bastard variation that can only be understood by the same brain fucked individuals, m8 s lik gr8, what the fuck is that? It’s not English.

The only piece of tech I do enjoy owning is my iPod, because I walk a lot it’s nice to be able to drown out the constant drone from boring Chavs by listening instead to inspiring music and lyrics from people who demonstrate an aptitude for creating. But if I didn’t have an iPod everything would be fine, I’d hum, inside my head, to distract my brain from the idiot humans that race about in a trance deluded into thinking their every want is more important than that of another idiot human.

Humans claim they’re clever, humans claim that we’re intelligent and sure there’s some evidence to suggest we are we can build crap but we build by destroying so does it make us intelligent? I look out my window and the world that surrounds me, imposes itself upon me, is brick and concrete nature having been destroyed to make way for these artificial monstrosities that people can claim hold some kind of beauty and value, human civilisation might not actually be an example of stupidity but it’s surely a sign of insanity.

It might seem contradictory condemning technology and making claim I do not need the Internet when I wrote this using a computer and you’re reading it via the Internet, and it is a contradiction but I wrote this post before 08:30 this morning (Friday 19th August 2016) I couldn’t post it until late in the afternoon due to my Internet connection being almost pointless, going without the Internet for most of the day didn’t bother me at all my day began at 05:00 with two hours worth of exercise, progressed to the creation of this blog post, advanced further forward from 09:00 to 12:00 with hours of illustration (and the writing of a novel) that stopped for a short while as I ate chicken and at 13:00 illustration resumed…

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…until 17:00 when I relaxed with many an episode of Battlestar Galactica…

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…and the posting of this bitch, whine and moan.

It was a productive day spent mostly without technology.

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.

Aliens versus Terminator

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I LOVE/ADORE/OBSESS ABOUT Eighties movies, for me it was THE best period in time for movies I watch more Eighties movies throughout a calendar year than I do new movies and movies from any other decade. Obviously I keep re-watching the same movies over and over again and you know I never get bored of them.

The above illustration is something I created back in the 1990’s but hand-coloured more recently I wanted to create a comic book tale featuring the two movie icons beating seven shades of shit out of one another. It seemed like a good idea and went a little like this:

In the far future human kind created artificial intelligence and named it SkyNet unlike in the Terminator movies rather than wishing to wipe out humanity SkyNet worked with humans to improve the world and to venture out into the depths of space to be both explorers and adventurers. SkyNet’s lust for new worlds and new species was as great as human kind’s imagination of such things.

On a human colonised world a small population of thirty three thousand disappeared almost overnight SkyNet having a presence on all colonised Earth worlds and all spacecraft informed the parent, on Earth, via quantum tunnelling, the only way to communicate quickly across ridiculously vast distances of space/time, that the colony had come under attack by a mysterious unknown alien force. SkyNet sent the nearest military vessel to investigate. Onboard the vessel was a military force numbering 128, and based on the armies of Sparta, the 128 were divided into four units of 32 each unit comprising one Hunter/Killer T-800.

The story itself was based on the idea that everything we humans do in life, no matter how long or short that life is, is but a story like a novel if we live long enough there’s a beginning a middle and an end and various moments throughout a human life can be broken down into chapters and given headings. With this idea in mind I based the structure of the plot around one unit of 32 and the story was seen through the electronic eyes of the Terminator. Though the story would feature a lot of action, horror, violence and blood it would also be terribly human as the Terminator observed, coldly and logically, the humans in its unit.

If you think about it, and I often do, we’re a crazy animal, our behaviour, actions, social structures and civilisation itself seems hellbent on personal and collective destruction. We take rather than give. We’re hateful and full of love. We’re lazy, cruel, spiteful, mardy (a local term here in the Middle of England), judgemental, stupid and insane but we’re a fascinating creature that against all odds pulled itself up by its bootstraps and sent men to the moon, the most amazing achievement in human history. We’re tribalistic and we seem, at the moment, only capable of blaming all our individual nations social problems on the influx of foreigners when the truth is we the natives are to blame.

So anyway the story was seen through the eyes of a Terminator as it tried to understand how and why humans bicker with people they love, why humans can be hateful about a person behind their backs but nice to their face, why humans feel so lonely and empty even though they’re constantly surrounded by family and friends, and I wanted to examine other aspects of humanity that wouldn’t make much sense to a Terminator like ego, vanity, pride and envy.

The Xenomorphs on the other hand had none of the basic silliness that makes a human I saw them, within my story and see them in the movies, as something the universe shat out to keep life in check. The universe is for me something that maintains a balance between life and death, it seems we live in a reality that operates on a dualistic system life/death, day/night, young/old, male/female. The Aliens/Xenomorphs are death, I see them the same way Galactus, a character from Marvel Comics, was always presented in stories he featured in a force of nature that brought death to worlds that needed to die to keep the cosmic balance in equilibrium.

With space-faring civilisations spreading out from their home systems across the universe bringing life to worlds devoid of the universe would respond with a unstoppable force to return those worlds to their original dead state.

I saw the story as very nihilistic life would of course fight to survive but the cosmic balance must be maintained and the Aliens/Xenomorphs just wouldn’t stop until life was extinguished on the worlds they’d attacked. Obviously due to the very natures of the Aliens/Xenomorphs once they’d killed all life they themselves would eventually die out because they need hosts to reproduce. I also wanted to re-introduce mystery to the Aliens/Xenomorph origins I dislike this need to explain everything, for everything, including such an iconic monster, to have an origin diminishes the power of the creatures and makes them mundane instead of keeping them exotic.

Black and White Ink

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I consider myself a bit of a comic book geek/nerd. I LOVE comic books, and yes I know social convention dictates that by the time a man hits forty he should have abandoned childish things been married at least once and have at least one kid, and be rampantly obsessed with tits and pussy.

That ain’t me. It’s never been me I LOVE comic books and I’m perfectly happy spending my free time, all of it, immersed in worlds of comic book cheery, and grim, goodness. To Hell with social conventions. Marriage, children, steady relationships seem, to me, the stuff of nightmares.

I guess I’m just a mild mannered misanthrope.

The illustration at the top of the page is the cast of the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a show I still have great affection for, and I must get around to watching it once again, I could do with winning the jackpot on a lottery so I don’t have to go to work and have enough free time to pursue the things I enjoy, reading comic books, writing and drawing, wasting hours indoors on the hottest day of the year watching episode after episode of a TV boxset.

Pendragon

The above illustration is of a character named Lady Pendragon. I wanted to draw a warrior type woman in a tricky situation involving a monster that was Lovecraftian in nature.

I re-discovered these, and other, drawings only recently while managing to avoid household chores and instead flicking through a big pile of illustrations and picking a select few for the purpose of keeping up my recent return to blogging.

Spidey

The above illustration was page two of a five page Marvel Team-Up story I had written with the intent of posting the finished product online as a webcomic but then I figured, along with a Marvel Two-in-One five page comic I had written, it’s probably illegal to use Marvel Comics characters in my own webcomic so I erred on the side of caution abandoning my ideas, which seemed great at the time and still seem great now.

Creating the above page was a lot of fun I really, really enjoyed drawing Spidey fighting a bunch of Mindless Ones. Stuff (i.e. everything other than illness and death) in life should be fun. Bring happy cheer. Make one smile and/or laugh. If stuff (i.e. anything we do) produces the opposite of fun/happy cheer/smiles and laughs then what’s the fucking point doing it?

Blogging What’s It All About?

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I haven’t written a blog post for a good long while. I haven’t had anything to write and I do this thing where I figure no one wants to read the inane, and perhaps insane, writings of a boring old geek/nerd.

My ego is something I observe, from outside and in, and being egotistical isn’t something I find the least bit attractive so I question the purpose of my blogs. Are they written so others can read and perhaps then interact or are they written for me?

For the past few months I’ve mostly been writing, pen to paper, in my journal not lengthy rants just thoughts and ideas, select moments from each day, things I found interesting and mundane stuff like what I’ve done and where I’ve been, work and the comic book shop mainly.

This morning I woke up with an urge to blog. An urge to share my thoughts with a wider audience I don’t know why I just did. So here I am blogging again.

For now.

Storytelling Shenanigans

I’ve been teaching myself to write stories of a fictional nature for the past four weeks. I have in the past made attempts to write fiction I’ve created ideas for tales and managed to write a lot of words but mostly my writing has been pretty poor, or so I have decided, certainly not good enough to be published.

Writing fiction, good fiction at least, is harder than one can imagine. I figured that because I can recognise bad fiction, or fiction I dislike, that I’d be able to avoid making the same plot and narrative mistakes I notice elsewhere.

Writing a book series, ham fisted tales of fiction, is something I’ve tasked myself with after altering my priorities this year. Originally I’d tasked myself with travelling around Britain, and maybe America, my two favourite nations the one’s that have had the most influence on my life. One of those nations, Britain, is my homeland, and the other, America, a fantasy play land.

A few days ago I thought long and hard about my priorities, interests and ambitions coming to the conclusion that I would sooner, through hard work and struggle, commit my spare time to finishing my webcomic, Kung-Fu SuperNerd, and starting and completing two novels, Paranormal Mystery Police and Hell Streets Blues.

Kung-Fu SuperNerd is based partly on myself the main character, John Bland, is in his forties, he works in the Care Industry and lives in his hometown of Mansfield. He has super powers but so do ten per cent of the global population of humans. Bland’s super powers are complete knowledge of all forms of Kung Fu and how to effectively use those fighting martial arts, but Bland is a self confessed wimp and coward and usually runs away from fighting or uses pacifist fighting techniques to defend himself and defeat bad guys. This webcomic builds a world of super people, a world where most super powered people do not put on costumes and fight or commit crimes. As this work of fiction is planned as a webcomic series means I also have to illustrate the darn thing and providing illustrations for the story is more difficult than the actual writing.

Paranormal Mystery Police is set in the United States of America and centres around super powered people working for a specialised unit within the F.B.I. the super powered agents of this story are tasked with not only investigating crimes committed by super powered people but also by supernatural entities.

Hell Streets Blues is also set in the same world as Kung-Fu SuperNerd and centres around super powered cops in Los Angeles. It’s a cop procedural series dealing with the chaos of Satan relocating Hell to Los Angeles.

My ideas are hardly original and I seriously doubt the end product will be worth reading but by creating these tales they keep me off the streets and out of trouble.