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

It's early in the morning. Past five am.

Having an enjoyable night up in my den listening to the radio. I slept in the evening from about six until about 12 midnight.

Nolita is coming this morning.

I've done some more tidying up and nearly finished now. I've got to take two garments to Sandra the Seamstress. I've got more table space next to my chair on both sides now, making use of all my little tables. Hopefully there will now be enough room for me to work and enough space for books and papers.

Raiders of the Lost Ark ... I've never seen it, and plan to change this soon.

I've got to adjust the projector at some stage, to make the picture level. It's a bit skew at the moment. Someone knocked it when they were painting the ceiling.

Listening to Five FM. It's OK I suppose, but the music's a bit dire.

I'll possibly postpone Sandra the Seamstress until another time when I'm feeling more inclined to go out.

I have to decide whether the vibes are propitious for me to go out into town. Sometimes I get it wrong and it's a torment, being out. At other times it's nice. It depends on how I am and how the vibes are.

God is so good to me. He gives me his Holy Spirit, the mighty Holy Spirit. "I am your reward," he says. Bless and praise his holy Name forever and forevermore. You have been my God since my youth, O Lord. And do not think, he says, that your life has been in vain. Just as I was with you as a small boy, so I have held you in the palm of my hand all the days of your life, and I am with you, and I will never leave you or forsake you, because I am your God, and you are my son, and I love you, and I love you, and I know your heart, your heart, and I know that you love me, I know, and I am greater than your heart, and I know the difficulties you have, and despite all those, you love me, and I love you. Welcome to my love, welcome to my heart, welcome to my Presence, says the Lord of Hosts, your God, the God of your youth, the God of your life. Bless you, bless you. Praise you, Father, I praise your love, I praise your greatness, your grace, your beforeness and your afterness, and your mercy and your love and your great mind. For you have plans for me, plans to prosper me and to bless me, plans to give me a hope and a future.

Thank you for your plans, which you let me into bit by bit. I will do as you have planned for me, and it will be glorious. Let me fill you with my love. Do your work in me, Father, Son, Spirit. Perform your mighty deeds of deliverance. Give me victory, yeah, even the Victory of Jesus the Messiah, Jesus the King, Jesus the Lord. For Jesus Christ is Lord, amen.

Right, I've got KARN 102.9 News Radio on. Still waiting for Nolita.

She is due at any time.

I have a movie to watch...

Raiders of the Lost Ark is steeped in vibral sickness. One only has to remember Operation Paperclip and that very disturbing scene in Misfits.

Now he has lost his girlfriend.

It's suspenseful situation after suspenseful situation - I don't like it. Our prize is awaited in Berlin. She's of no use to us. Ani chosheiv 'al ishti aval lo yodei'a mi hi'. chashavti ki hayetah 'almat ha-radio aval lo yodei'a achshav ki amerah ki lo rotsah lir'ot oti. to radion akouwn ten boulen elabon aute he eme einai. Nyni d' ouk esti delon to pragma. hen delon esti, hoti die me gynaika labein hetairan. holos gar ouk eimi egw. to pneuma phainetai homologeisthai aute eme einai. pleroumai ten tou Theou agapen peri auten phronwn. delon estin hoti he eme estin all' ouk oid' hopws genesetai to telos tou pragmatos.

Well anyway that was that. A morning movie. Now it's R-Mornings so that I can email in, if I feel so moved. They are looking at the theme "Don't Dig Up Your Seed". Which I could have done with twenty years ago, hearing that!

Apart from two or three very cold snaps we had early on, it has been an unusually mild winter this year, I think. I didn't need the fire on much when I was in the lounge, and although it was cold in here last night, at around twelve when I woke up, I don't need the fire on now. I don't use gas any more; I ought to keep a full gas bottle here in case of visitors and we need to sit in the lounge or the drawing-room, but as I am alone here, I sit in my den, in the Comfy Chair, and I don't appear to need much by way of heating. Which is good. I've been up all night and I may go to sleep this afternoon, in my chair, or I may decide to go to bed. I prefer sleeping in my chair though. I used to cop it from Sipho when I slept in my chair. Aute ponera en! Philousi me hoi anthrwpoi en twi telebleptrwi.

I fell asleep in my chair; then Nolita came to wake me up and let her out. I let her out. Now I'm in my chair again, and I may decide to fall asleep and possibly kip the afternoon awa', awa'.

It's pyssing down with rain this afternoon.

My cellphone has stopped picking up my home wifi so I took it to where I bought it, but the shop is a shop of the netherworld, and they weren't very helpful. I took it to a cleaner shop and they couldn't help either. So I've switched to my old cellphone.

The vibes were pretty bad out there - usual for the afternoon - but I stood in the Lord and in the power of his might, and emerged unscathed.

The radiators haven't, I haven't been encouraged to, I don't really like what I've seen, to be honest. All I've had is hostility, which has grown as I have become more independent. And I don't fancy being mind-controlled for the rest of my life, having spent the first 40 years being messed around to hell and back. I don't like what I hear on the radio; I think they radically compromise your mental acuity and psychic awareness, which they consider to be their domain exclusively. Olga hates me now, which means she always did; the vase that fell behind the radiator insulted me. Meqalleluni qol-hanashim kol-hayyammim. Objectivum misericordiae sum. Ou dynamai menein en domoisi met' anthrwpou hostis me sempon hegeitai. Fundamental lack of respect. By bearing children. Adam not deceived.

Va mejor conmigo.

I looked just now at the clock. Midnight, it said. Five minutes later I look again. One o'clock, it said. I was busy with the Bible. Time just slipped past. Wow.

Couldn't sleep, so I'm having a night-time showing of Star Wars (the original movie). Part IV in the "canon", or "oeuvre", or whatever term you use to denote the series of six movies. I'm quite curious to see the movie in its original, pre-CGI version, but this one has been re-edited with all kinds of creatures and animals and so on.

Obi Wan Kenobi - Ben Kenobi - I don't think he exists any more. That's a strange expression, Bruce. Does he not exist? Perhaps he exists in a box. Perhaps he exists in a box sitting on a table in a house on a street in a town in a province in a country on a continent in an ocean on a planet. Perhaps he exists in a box sitting on a table behind an episcopal tool. Perhaps he exists in a box underneath a television next to a radiator underneath a vase adjacent to a small piece of yellow lint. Perhaps he exists underneath a probe. Perhaps he exists in another country. Perhaps he exists inside an elephant. Perhaps he exists with Mr Spock. Perhaps he exists. Perhaps he exists everywhere. Perhaps he doesn't exist. Perhaps he existed, but he exists as a woman. Perhaps he exists as a trannie. Perhaps he exists underneath certain interesting soup.

Learn about the Force, Luke. Learn about sausages. Learn about existences and mashed potato. Learn about baked beans. Learn about chips and sauce. Learn about Sand People. Learn about interesting curtains and box. Learn about biltong and perhaps he exists in a container made from cheap, snappy Hong Kong plastic.

Oh, the signal's dropped and I can't pick up KARN. That means I'm missing The Savage Nation.

Oh good, the signal's come back on. Michael's got an expert on who is telling rumours of war. Apparently the US and the EU want war with the Ukraine. So what's going on now is a cold war about to become a hot war. This is a rumour of war.