h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

In love. I was coming up in the lift this morning on the way back from seeing someone and was overcome with laughter and tears - it was my God. As I wrote in TB just now, you never stop being in love with him, every day is like the first time you met him. It's beautiful, this love we have with God. How we love him, because he first loved us. He is so near. We love him so dearly. He is our Lord and God. I must get it together to go to church, I really must. Please Father, help me go to church. You commanded it, so you must enable it.

Thank you for Israel. Thank you for their astonishing faith and love. They keep on believing and they don't have half the benefits we have, the Holy Spirit, the New Birth, and so on. Bring the day when you unveil their faces and reveal your Son in them. Then there will be rejoicing.

Thank you Lord. Thank you for your love.

Gosh I'm pleased with the Little Sonata for cello and piano. It follows on... the notes appear to be inevitable, each one needs its neighbours. Oh I can't wait to hear it played by a cellist and pianist. I need to write a comparable violin piece I suppose. I don't like the violin and much as I love the cello.

Yes I love the Little Sonata. So pleased with it. I listen to it for pleasure. I listened too much to the Sonatina and I sickened of it. But I'm listening to the Little Sonata now. The Little Sonata, the Sonatina and the Theme and Variations are all around 11 minutes long, which is strange.

Perhaps I can write something for flute and dedicate it to Prabs. He doesn't like atonal music, he likes a strong melody.

I am convinced that religion is worldly. It is a worldly vehicle God can use, just like he uses buildings as places where his children can gather, or hymn books so that they can sing hymns. There's nothing divine about religion. It is, as Bonhoeffer said, the garment of faith.

An earthly garment.

They wanted above all, to be Jews; so they turned to Babylon for the Devil's counterfeit.

Gosh I have learnt, and I have known; but I no longer know. Knowledge shall pass away, like Wittgenstein's ladder. It is no longer needed in the eschatalogical Kingdom. Why, many are those precious souls who do not sully themselves with knowledge, because they shall all know him, from the greatest to the least. I knew God as a child, how I wish I'd not been turned away from my Lord. But he is with me now again. What happened, Lord, what did they do to me? Why did I forget you? Oh my poor mind.

Gosh. What did she do to me? I must know, so that I can forgive her, even as I have forgiven her. She must confess so that she can find forgiveness.

I have just been rude to an old woman who was trying to piss me off. She succeeded. I hope she learns something from the encounter. Perhaps she'll learn that if she wants to be an offensive old woman, people will take offence.

The day started so well, now the smelly little stink called Satan has fired up his people to try to mess up my day. It isn't going to work. Not today, punk.

Some people are angry today. They don't like the fact that God blesses his children. Now I've got to overcome this - oh! I've overcome it. Thank you Lord. Let them dribble their little anger all over the Internet. Doesn't bother me. God is too mighty to allow silly little spirits to mess me around. They've messed me around so much in my life; now is the time for blessing. I don't even think of what I've been through; but no-one can take away the scars, nor their beauty. God's beauty is too great to allow a smelly farting spirit to mess it up. Fart away, you little spirits. Go on, wobble your wibbly at me. Wobble more! Go on! Do it more! Come on, you can do better than that!

Huh. Some devils just haven't got the stomach for trouble any more.

They say, "God is good" -- and the reply is "all the time", and now I know why. Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of Creation. Oh my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation. Come ye who hear, brothers and sisters draw near, dum dum dum dum dum dum daaa --- dum.

She's going to fold on him. Oh dear. Oh dearie me. O what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive.

Oh dear, Walt is locked up in the mental hospital and now he wants to confess to everything, to a shrink that he doesn't even know. Oh dear. Wrong move, Walt. Very wrong move. Eat a steak or eat a packet of Maccy D fries with extra salt or ketchup. Have a steak.

Have a care, Miss Roman. A man needs encouragement darling.

Oh dear, now is the old man with the bell. How terrible. Gosh. They should have wasted him. But... he isn't dobbing on the oily geek. Why? Perhaps he's relieved that Tuco is no more. Oh... old school Mexican gangbangs don't help the Feds. I see.

Things have been very strange. I got a pep talk from Michael but it was a year late. The answer is that He didn't want me to be alarmed by hearing the history of the past year in advance, so he's given it to me post hoc.

Walt has to understand that a hospital phone might be tapped!

Blimey!

The plan works, he bought it. Oh dear.

I can't take the tension in this... I think it's -- inspired -- from on low -- it's too good. Too 'good'. I don't like the deception, the skulduggery; the whole series appears to be based around deceit and I don't like it. Dodgy morals, as my dear friend said. Yes mate, I know what you mean. I don't like the creeping around trying not to be seen. What it does it set you up to like the main character, and then be on his side as he deceives the cops and the shrinks and everyone. It isn't good; they're making you want deception to succeed. Clever, but I don't like it, not one little bit. No, I just don't like it.

Ironies abound don't they.

God is love. All the time.

All the time. :0)

Oh praise ye the Name of the Living God.

All the time.

No, every time someone lies on Bad I tense up inside. I can't have it. No way. And that awful disapproving wifie with the staring, bulging eyes, no, sorry.

Are they born discontented?

So he started to lie to his wife, she stared back with her bulging eyes, and I switched it off. >click<

Right. The plan

Get den wall waterproofed. That can happen any time.

Get new windows in

Get room wallpapered

Get curtains in (try to co-ordinate this so it happens shortly after the new windows)

Wallpapering should happen after the new windows, but before the curtains.

So: first thing - next week - waterproofing.

Then find out a date for the new windows.

Get Mamacos in - they take ages

Arrange for wallpapering. They don't take long.

Today last year I was enjoying my new valve amp! Well, my second one has just yesterday been fundamental kitchen sink plunger so I should be able to get it soon, we hope. I need a few wires and bits from Larry for the phono stage amp. I have emailed to ask.

He put the wrong bits in my phono amp kit.

AND...

GET DOOR REHUNG

That's important because I'm fed up with squeezing through the door. The lock will have to be redone as well. Yeah. Whoever does the door will have to be ultracareful about all the wires. Oh yeah.

So it's:

DAMPPROOF
WINDOWS
WALLPAPER
CURTAINS
REHANG DOOR

And that's the bulk of the renovation for my Den. I also have to paint my desk. I thought a fetching shade of brown.

Now then. Yet another person has failed to spoil my day. I must see if I can restore balance without having to come into my den and sit and pray it through. That takes time.

Dear prawn cocktail. I ordered luncheon from Mr D.

Cor. I have a little ziz, at about 2.30pm, and it lasted until about before six pm. Three and a half hours of deep kip. I must have needed that. I feel a bit tired and slow now. A bit tired and slow now, tired and slow.

Now it is 2 hours later and my mind is whirling at top speed on all cylinders! I am blessed. I just had a little sleepitune drowsyzone earlier on. God is good... all the time. Oh yes. Bless him. Oh I am happy in God.

God is good, all the time. Abide in me, and I will abide in you. John 15:4

This is excruciating. You cannot cook meth and try to hide it and be married at the same time.

kalyptei to ergon mou dioti ou bouletai alloi horwsi auto. kai he phwne mou. Never mind. analegeis touto all' ouk oisthe ho ti legw. Never mind.

God is good. All the time. God is good.

I'm watching Bad and it really is bad. I mean, like, you know, bad, in the sense of actually wicked. And lots of people have watched it - it's a smash hit. This is because the Illuminati are on the offensive. They are pushing the satanic agenda onto a willing world. These words exist as tiny quanta of electricity or magnetism in far-flung places where it's daytime when it's night. Yeah it's the worst television I've ever watched. House was so innocent by contrast. Poor Gretchen has landed up in this Satanic house of evil and she's totally discombobulated by it all. The tension is deliberate: they are using techniques of evil in this show to have a spiritual effect on the viewers. I'm not watching most of it now. They just brought some drugs out of their recta. With a squelching sound. Very unpleasant; it's Satanic.