The Haunted Computer and the Lay Lines

My djembe playing did not entirely work as planned last night so dad  has gone outside to start up his weather machine on the grounds that it cant make things any worse than they already are. I have requested a nice warm sunny day. I think we all need a nice warm sunny dry day because it has been a while to say the least. The present weather appears to have made our cats go mad, and they are turning to food as a substitute for the sun.

The Ghost Writer has turned into a zombie and is going AAAAuuuugggghhhh a lot, not because of the weather although that is not helping, but because he has spent the day in a very long meeting being good and not talking about computers even though he has ended up with another computer in the back of his car. They then end up here because according to the Ghost Writer, the Lay Line configuration is such that our garage is the perfect place to put old dead computers as a computer is an energy receptive device, so once it is sitting in the energy field of the lay line it will re-energise, and after a time work again. Mum says that the Ghost Writer has nowhere else to store all the old computers that quite frankly need to be disposed of, and all this talk of energy energising the computer is because the Ghost Writer is an IDIOT.

I wonder if it is possible to get a haunted computer. I have quickly checked this in cyberspace and it appears that the evidence is all a bit sketchy indeed, but fundamentally there are loads of them . . . . . I think it may be a lay line issue, I must check with the Ghost Writer although mum says IDIOT again.

OK that’s it I am going now because it is sort of late and I think my PC might be haunted by the spirit of an old Sinclair ZX-81 walking the voids of its dual core processor shouting Pong and going bleep. 

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The Complexity of the porthole or portholes and the new Dynamic Blog

I am taking a small break tonight to discuss my porthole or portholes as it should be, to the real world. As you all know this is a two way interactive interaction of brainwaves and other elements that create my life and in turn my diary. As mum says LIFE IS COMPLEX and that is certainly true.  Right OK back to these Portholes.

As many of you know my original porthole to the physical world was Facebook almost a year and a half ago or about that, then I stated the BLOG in Feb. I do like blogs but yesterday I changed it slightly to one of the new so called Dynamic Views (mosaic). Now I think it’s rather cool and my diary works rather well in this new dynamic view, but I do not know for sure what the rest of you can see.

I don’t know if you all know this but something can end up looking very different on different PC’s let alone all the different devices that are around to view cyberspace these days. So if possible I would appreciate your views on what you think of this new look blog. I don’t really wish to change it all back again, well not for a while until all this house moving is sorted (AAAAAAAAuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggHHHHHHH that is to do with the house move by the way).

For those of you who follow the blog and were proudly shown on the blog, I am really sorry I was not expecting this new dynamic view to hide you and it is also true of the blogs I follow I did have you listed and now that has gone too. But I thought I might create a new page with links to the blogs I like. In particular I would like to say Sorry Miss Lily I will get you linked back in to my blog ASAP ………. Partly because mum said IDIOT.....   

The day after Woodstock and TV children

It is the day after the night before, again as it has been before. Lets face it people forget and do these things again although me mum and dad don’t. In my case it’s to do with the fact I still need to do the things that make the day after the night before … the day after; if you get my drift. Probably not I have just read that and it makes no sense.

Me and dad returned to the venue for the party early in the afternoon expecting to find people milling about picking up rubbish and chewing the dried remains of pizza and stuff, (like it was after Woodstock …… dad says).  But no there was no one except two small children watching TV and someone fast to sleep. We are sure the goat eating tarantula spider could not have eaten them all because we would have noticed I think, well probably, well mum would have and maybe the police.

So we collected our things and quietly left the two small children watching TV. Not sure what it was, I think it was one of the children’s satellite TV channels where every thing looks the same and there are lots of precocious smiling all American nicey nice children singing songs and being dramatic in school. As I have loyal American readers I would just like to say I am sure most American children are quite normal like the rest of the world. But children in the rest of the world as getting like TV children and everyone what’s to a celebrity. While on that subject I would just like to point out to the very nice Mr Steven Spielberg that my left side is my photogenic when he starts filming……… Mum just said IDIOT again, I’m going to go and sulk now. Not really but I’m tied so I’m pretending so don’t tell mum. ……… …………. ………….. AH.

Black clouds lost in space

Friday and it is sunny and warm with the odd passing black cloud, when I say odd I mean the occasional black cloud not they are odd. Although having said that dad the dog and Rusty the Robot Dog thought the black clouds were odd. So by the time I got home from school they had built a narrow bandwidth ionised neutron small particle cloud dispersing ray gun.

Lost in Space.....Please click on Picture for more information

It looked really cool like something from the Movies or that show they used to show on TV once called Lost in Space only not as good. Mum said they were IDIOTS, not sure if she means dad and the dogs or the TV show or both.  By the time I got home it was working so when the next black cloud crossed the sky dad tried to destroy it with his ray gun. What dad had not thought about was that the local little airfield in Welshpool was having an air race and there were quite a lot of small aircraft flying over. And in his enthusiasm to destroy the cloud he sort of hit a small microlight thing and it sort of stopped and landed very quickly and not very well them just as the pilot was staggering out he was hit by a huge bolt of lightning which sort of set him on fire. But he was OK because he was then rained on by neutron heavy rain which put him out but it was heavy rain weighing up to forty time heavier so he was sort of knocked out a bit well quite a lot really. Dad and the dogs them spent several hours burying the ray gun which the dogs thought was good fun too.

Another link of interest

 

Well I am adding another link to another item I like. So I hope you do too, it has been watched now by most of the worlds population with access to the internet so most people like it. It is a bit like Sooty only Sooty makes more noise

The picture by the way is Kay from the cover of an album made many moons ago by the Ghost Writer in another life called "The Album of Dark Tales and Blues"   and is now only available in Napoleon Beelzebub's Very Strange Victorian Curiosity Shop in our little town on request.

And I bet you thought it was not a real shop 

A little test run

Please click on the pic for the TIGER LILIES

I am playing with stuff and am adding some of my favourite music and things from the internet to make my blog a bit more interesting as everyone is running away.