The Pointless Zombie Post

My Inner Zombie is stirring. Groaning. Muttering and mumbling. It’s pointing long, ravaged, pointy fingers at me as though it has something important it wants to say. Or me to say. It’s hard to tell with Inner Zombies what they actually DO want. It’s also hard to tell if they are male or female, so the generic ‘it’ must be used. In a kind way. You don’t want to annoy an Inner Zombie. Although how you would know that you’ve annoyed an Inner Zombie is a challenge in itself. Perhaps it’s due to all of the groaning, muttering and mumbling they tend to do… but they do that when they are happy as well, so it’s hard. We’ll leave it at that.

Only, we can’t. My Inner Zombie has something very important to point out… it’s still pointing, you see. Oh, now it isn’t. I think its finger has fallen off.

That’s a bit of a flaw with Zombies. Bits of them fling here, there and everywhere when you least expect it. It’s now doing something else…

With its other hand, it has unscrewed a lightbulb from a socket, and has stuck its finger into the place where the bulb was. It has reached over to the light switch (for something so ‘delicate’ – for want of a better word – they have a very good reach!) and has switched it on. After allowing the electricity to curse through its body for a few seconds, it has switched it off again.

Smoke escaping from countless holes all over the Zombie’s body, it still looks at me. It acts out the electricity cursing through its body again, not a pleasant sight, and points to the light fitting and the switch.

“What are you…?” I ask within my mind (I’m talking to my Inner Zombie here, don’t forget!) and it dawns on me… WATT. It’s trying to ask a question.

“Watt what?” I ask.

It has attached its pointing finger again, and is pointing.

“Watt point”… I gather. “What point. What point of what?”

There goes the finger again, however, it is still holding it’s hand as though it is still pointing. It is now gesturing to where the finger was.

“No point?” I say at first. “Pointless!” I see the Zombie smile.

“What’s pointless?” I ask. Talk about pulling teeth – and no, Zombie, that isn’t an invitation. I ask again, “What’s pointless?”

The Zombie taps on my computer screen.

I don’t believe it. My Inner Zombie only wanted to tell me that this is a pointless post. And that was pretty much covered in the title of the post anyway.

I never have this kind of trouble with my Inner Superhero…

Even with all the time in the world…

Time is a funny old thing.

Sometimes, we have so much to do there just isn’t enough of it. At other times, when we have nothing to do, and time is in abundance, we always find the time to do something else other than what we need to do… or, I do anyway.

This ‘time’ we find to do something else in is no different to the time that we have either too much or too little of. It is always there, it never changes, and when we are doing something else other than what we should be doing, the time is still the same.

In fact, we don’t actually find the time at all. It’s just there. We simply rearrange everything else we are doing to fit more in.

So, this morning I find myself with plenty of time. Oodles of the stuff.

I’ve found the time to twiddle with my thumbs, for instance. Twiddling with one’s thumbs is something someone is said to do when they are waiting for something, or bored. Well, I wasn’t waiting or bored, but just twiddled my thumbs for sheer devilment. Well, I had the time!

I’ve also found the time to play chess on the computer, against the computer. I always win. I always manage to turn back time in the game and go back a step when I make a wrong move, and then make a better one. Some may consider this as cheating, but it isn’t. It’s my way of learning how to play chess. I don’t play very well, so playing this way against the computer gives one of my egos the boost it needs, teaches me to think ahead a little more, and also allows me to win. As well as playing chess on the computer, I’ve also played one or two card games. I don’t always win at these, but try my best. I’m not really very good with computer games. I always had trouble with Pac-Man back in the day. I never won at Pac-Man.

Moving on, I’ve found the time to pop some washing into the machine, and do a pile of laundry. Well, put the washing in anyway.

I’ve looked through a few books that I want to read again, I’ve found my Tarot cards that I want to start reading (and learning!) again, I’ve discovered a book of facts of the world that I’d long forgotten I owned, so had a good flick through the pages there. I’ve come across some Angel Oracle cards which I’ll have a look through for positivity. And, I’ve even rediscovered my manual for modern witchcraft, which I also had a quick browse through.

I’ve even found time to comment on a few blogs, which considering I don’t normally have any time at all, this is a bit of a novelty.

However, my intention was that should I ever have any spare time, I’ll write a few posts for this blog. Just some to keep to one side, for the time that I don’t have any time.

So, on the morning I have all the time I need, what do I do? Everything else but! Typical.

Actually, time isn’t a funny old thing – I am! And I’m not even that old yet!

I said in my post yesterday that one of the things I must improve is / are my time management skills. Although I’ve done a lot in the time before I started writing this post (10.30am) I’ve actually done something else too. I’ve noticed how I’m using my time, and what I’m doing in it. OK, I’m not doing what I wanted to do, but it’s a start.

All things considered, I’ve used the time that has been available to me so far today quite well. And, as it is not even 11am yet, I shall now go and have another game of chess… no cards… no, I’ll put more washing in… no I’ll…

PacTime2

Five By Five

I’ve realised that I haven’t written a post for a while that contains a list. OK, I may have done, and don’t remember, but just in case I haven’t, here’s one anyway. Five, actually.

Things I must do:
Improve my driving.
Tone up my physique.
Train my hair.
Learn more about stars (the celestial kind).
Make more time to visit more blogs.

Things I must stop doing:
Complaining about things. Stuff. Anything.
Panicking at the most random times.
Putting off book reading time.
Eating a lot of junk food.
Waiting and not doing.

Things I must improve:
My writing.
My patience.
My artistic side.
My tolerance.
My time-management skills.

Things I must make more of an effort for:
To see the Northern Lights.
To visit the places I have always wanted to visit.
To dream lucidly.
To find my connection to 1642.
To learn one new fact every single day.

Things I must learn: (Apart from one new fact every single day)
How to play the harp.
How to have a lucid dream.
How to speak with my Spirit Guide.
How to read the Tarot.
How to get a book published (for when I actually start to write one!)

Not great goals, in the grand scheme of things, but very doable. All are a step forward, which is a good thing, and when I can do them all, I know that I’ll be in a good place. Not much different to where I am at the moment, actually, but with less of the things I don’t want and more of the things I do. All will help me to feel good, and I love to feel good! I don’t think I’ve said that on this blog in a while, either…

Near miss?

The date: 27th January 2012

The time: 01.28am

The place: Cheshire, North West England.

<Clickerty Clack…Clackerty Click> (Imagine the sound of typewriters)
<OoOOOoooOoOOOOoooOOOh> (Imagine eerie sounding music)
(I’ve just realised those sound effects also look like a train, but never mind)

I was fast asleep in bed. I’d got to bed at around 11.30pm (or thereabouts) and was so tired, I think that I drifted off to the land of nod straight away. I wanted a good night’s sleep as I had to get up very early this morning as I had to run quite a few errands before starting work.

At 1.28 something woke me suddenly. I looked at the time – I have a clock beside by bed where I press a button, and the time is beamed across my ceiling in great big bold red figures. The date and the temperature is also there too, but I was only interested in the time at that time.

As soon as I knew the time, I realised what it was that woke me. A smell. A strong smell. A very strong smell. A very strong burning smell. A very strong burning metal smell. A close very strong burning metal smell. A very close very strong burning metal smell.

I have a radiator next to my bed – on the other side to where the clock is. I touched it, in case it was creating this strange odour that had aroused me from my slumber. It wasn’t.

I got up, and investigated all of the other rooms in the Mansion, and there was nothing to be found anywhere.

Someone earlier in the day had been doing some work with a circular saw in the grinds at the back of the Mansion (I know, everything seems to go on back there!), so I looked out of the window, to see if they were perhaps now soldering something (yes, I know it seems unlikely that someone would be soldering something at 1.30 in the morning, but I had to look. It’s like those movies where the person hears a noise in the middle of the night and they have to go out and investigate it – only I just looked out of the window). There was nobody there.

I returned to bed, and the strong burning metal smell had vanished.

My alarm woke me at 6am. I got up, and walked out of the bedroom, and across the vast hallway to the bathroom. I had an extremely itchy right ear, for some reason. I had a quick bath and washed my hair (which did not look like it had when I went to bed last night!) but the itch remained. In the end, I had to itch it with a piece of tissue, which did stop the itch. But, on the tissue, there was blood. A tiny speck of blood, from inside of my ear.

I grabbed another tissue, and there was another speck of blood, not as much as the first time. I continued to get dressed, and as the itch had now gone, I set about thinking of the possible things that could have happened to me during the night.

Thing One.
I have been kidnapped by aliens, and subjected to tiny microscopic ear examinations whilst hurtling at super-speed around Sirius at 1.30 in the morning. With me being woken by the strong burning smell – which could have been sulphur (which, incidentally, is associated with extra-terrestrial activity) rather than burning metal, I could have been hypnotised into thinking that I was looking around the Mansion and out of the window, when in fact I was in a large white room with miniature probes stuck here, there and everywhere.

Thing Two.
I was dreaming. Which is possible, but I have never bled from the ear from a dream before.

Thing Three.
I hadn’t been kidnapped by aliens, and someone had been soldering in the grinds, but they had been disturbed by the light from my clock when I checked the time, and put everything away before I looked out for them. They probably knew that I’d be checking the Mansion first.

Thing Four.
I hadn’t been kidnapped by aliens, or was dreaming, but had been bitten inside my ear by some miniscule insect with a venomous bite that causes hallucinations at 1.30 in the morning.

Thing Five.
A tiny fragment of the latest asteroid to come within a hair’s breadth of the Earth (named 2012 BX34, it passed within about 60,000km of Earth – less than a fifth of the distance to the Moon at 4pm UK time today. Experts weren’t expecting any damage) had shot ahead of the rest of the asteroid. Instead of being burned up by the Earth’s atmosphere, it was super-charged, and shot into my bedroom through one of the tiny gaps in the vents in the window. It then embedded itself inside my ear, where it did eventually burn up. And it was the smell of it burning that woke me up.

Thing Six.
I hadn’t been kidnapped or hit by a passing asteroid shard or bitten by a venomous insect. No-one was soldering at 1.30 in the morning, and I wasn’t dreaming. I simply woke up because I couldn’t sleep, and then went back to sleep, thinking that I was investigating the Mansion. And, my terrible hair this morning was due to the tossing and turning as I tried to sleep, knowing that I had to get up early.

And, Thing Six-A.
The red speck on the tissue wasn’t blood, but a red speck on the tissue. However, as the tissues are plain white, this seems unlikely.

Whatever happened at 1.28 this morning is certainly a mystery. And, it looks as though I have been thinking maybe a little too deeply into things as well…

Did you notice anything unusual at 01.28 on 27/01/12? Or maybe a strange itch somewhere later in the morning? Maybe you too have experienced the same thing as I.

An update will follow… I’m almost certain.

Random Interpretation: Moon and Venus


Dots on a page are dots on a page
With squiggles and dribbles and lines
But can you see what my mind sees
As the dots and things are combined?

Venus is very bright this evening, shining brightly just below the Moon. I always thought this was a satellite, until my trusty mobile phone with added Google Sky Map told me otherwise.

The ‘painting’ above is the view from Aqua Mansion, if I could view the Moon from the window, and the outside looked a little like this. It’s an interpretation. A random one at that!

Slow Quiet Nights

With winds blowing softly
As the rain gently falls
The silence is golden
Within these great halls

A sudden gust of wind
Causes a stir in the trees
It’s strange what you notice
With a slow connection speed

I tune in to the window,
Rather, the sounds from beyond,
As I sit here waiting
For my PC to respond

A night creature howls
There’s a tap on the glass
I can see half my webpage
- Well, a quarter – at last…

Like nails down a chalkboard
Comes a scratching on the pane
Oh, I don’t believe it! It’s gone!
The page is loading again!

A voice whispers chillingly
From outside of the room
Ah, now things are much quicker
No – I spoke far too soon…

The vampires are asking
That I let them in
I turn back to my computer
Hoping my browser begins

Now the werewolves have gathered
They growl and they play
But I sit and wonder
For what do I pay?

I open the window
And leap out to the pack
But will things be quicker
When I eventually get back?