Ramblings

In just over two weeks everything I post here and elsewhere will be 20 times quicker- I'm getting broadband! I'll also be saving about 60% of my monthly dial-up fee, so celebrations have already started. I suspect webTV may start arriving on this screen as well as all the usual stuff, if they make programmes as good as some of the web radio I regularly listen to for instance.

Otherwise it's a relatively free time now, the business situation regarding the bureacratic difficulties has hit the equivalent of a force 12 gale, and the resulting chaos and damage to my case is roughly the same. Basically whatever can go wrong has done on the system, and I'm beginning to believe it's a deliberate plan to put me off my project, but it just gives me more to do and pisses me off. And my fight is with the government, by the way, no better than BCCI if anyone remembers that lot of twisters. It's after 1am but I still have to send a fax to arrive 1st thing in the morning after I log off (same telephone line) as it means a constant stream of letters and copies to be sent to other places as evidence. Pain in the arse.

Meanwhile I've almost forgotten about women it's been so long since I've had a bite on my fishing line. I've been discussing it a lot online, and one theory is the more unusual you are, the harder it is to find a soul mate. Obviously, the Kevins and Sharons from council estates are basically interested in sex and money. Kevin wants Sharon to clean and cook for him, Sharon wants Kevin to pay for her and keep her in her place (many women from that area of culture expect that and respect it). The ugly guys tend to get the ugly girls and are grateful, and by 25 have a small collection of babies and their own council flat. Some are still happily married 50 years later as it's so easy to have something in common when you are common (what a play on words the language produces). But like a pyramid (my statistical diagram for humanity) it narrows at the top, and there are fewer and fewer like you. I could now have amazing sex with maybe 20% of every woman alive purely by appearance, but would never mix with most socially to get that opportunity for meaningless sex with no friendship, unless I moved to Devon (tried and tested). But in bloody suspicious and increasingly PC London if you breathe in a funny way many women will cross the road and report you to the nearest police station if they're in a mood.

I did try joining Mensa 20 years ago, but being poor and mean, didn't do the pre-test little course designed to help you achieve your top potential. An extra reason was I'd had a proper IQ test long before, so assumed if you can 'pass' once, it'll be automatic every other time. But the practice test was there also to familiarise me with Mensa's actual procedure, so when I arrived in the exam room I was lost on some things and buggered up a few questions as I had nowhere to write notes. I missed the score by maybe 10 points or less, the resit was solely on shape comparisons which were my worst area, and I wasn't going through all that crap a few years later when I could try again. The women there were my types, and if I could have just pulled there and then may have avoided the need to get involved with it again. I also meet my kind of people in my forums, but they all live abroad and few are single, and one (hello!) pointed out if you're special it takes someone else special to recognise it. Made me think.

I'm after fixing my drawing pen bought in 1971 or buying a new one, but the only shop I found with parts so far is in Surrey and now I realise it's worth the expense to repair the old one, it means another visit to do it up so it works (I had to return home and check their prices before deciding). My next picture is to be pencilled in, gone over in pen and then colour washed. But these pens are hard to find and expensive to fix, as I discovered, but it'll be done by next week. I can start on the drawing part as soon as I'm free though. I still have to be confirmed my two paintings are in the gallery, it only opens part time and no one's had a chance to get in and look yet.

Little else to report really, the broadband is the best news for ages, but I hope there will be more in the forseeable future, I'm not greedy but in comparison with many others I ought to be due a little levelling up. So many projects have failed over the years that despite raising my career level some points possibly to the verge of the big time, little on the pleasure side has fallen into place as regular readers already know.