Wednesday Morning 3 am

I was conked out at 6:30 pm yesterday and slept until 12:40 am. It was one of those evenings that didn’t exist for me. But I am grateful for the internet to keep me occupied. W00t. πŸ™‚

This morning I will be seeing the hygienist for my teeth. Then I have a dentist appointment on Friday morning; the two appointments are separate because I had initially prepared for the Cloud Academy I had an interview for a fortnight ago but didn’t get.

Also, on Monday I got a letter saying that our tax return form wasn’t submitted. I sorted that out yesterday. Also, I went to see my occupational therapist yesterday. But the appointment was for the eighteenth of AUGUST. My bad. πŸ™‚

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Heroes must suffer

http://www.stevenpressfield.com/2017/04/make-your-hero-suffer-2/#comment-132469

I have realised that we must all suffer at first to live a fulfilling life in the end. Diamonds are simply million year-old trees. It seems that artists in particular – be it painters, writers or creative types in general – have a pretty tempestuous life. But we come out stronger.

Yesterday I drove to Plumbridge as a trial run drive in preparation for a job I applied for to see if I would go for at least an interview. But I was going through a road past the Sperrins I had never been on before and was so consumed by fear; driving new places these past few years has been a forced exercise for me. But in the end, when heading back, I realised that driving on a road I wasn’t comfortable with for a part time job wouldn’t be worth it. The juice just isn’t worth the squeeze.

However, today, I went to the place in Magherafelt I used to live at and went gardening this morning and early afternoon. It was good to muck about with my old posse. I even heard from the gardening expert there that the soil contains serotonin. No wonder I felt better. πŸ™‚

Now this evening I’m not attending the art class. I need to slow down the pace a bit. My uncle had a suspected heart attack and is in the Royal Hospital in Belfast. My health is my wealth, for now.

Going Berserk today – Asperger Meltdown

On Monday I left a negative review on Amazon for a DVD of SAGE accounts which didn’t arrive and I thought was another phantom purchase, only for the seller to call me yesterday morning. ‘Sam’ (who’s really an Indian Lady) mentioned that it was at Stewartstown Post Office – our local sorting office – so I went there and signed for the order. Then I got the software installed on my Windows 7 partition of my Dell Laptop.

All fine and dandy, until this afternoon when – in the middleΒ  of a cyber errand – Sam called me again. I was ratty and told her not to call me again in a fit of rage. In the end she messaged me requesting that I remove the negative review. I did that and sent a message of apologies. However, I promised a positive review. But it keeps getting turned down by Amazon’s moderators. Such is life. πŸ™‚

This makes me a little self-conscious because I was already hot and flustered when my printer stopped working – must be a damaged USB lead – and I went berserk. When I was living in Dun Laoghaire during my placement year I was evicted for being histrionic in a way that upset the other tenants. Memories came flooding back of the time at one stage when someone was about to call the Police because of me. It was a ‘Community Watch’ area. One striking memory I have of that estate was seeing people practice Tai Chi on Sunday mornings. I had one Tai Chi class in Antrim about two and a half years ago and only lasted about forty minutes. Impatience is my middle name. πŸ™‚

Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I head to Specialisterne in Belfast to speak to a graphic design mentor. I’ll be there from 2 pm to 4 pm. Hopefully I’ll knock him dead. πŸ™‚

This coming Saturday night I will be watching ‘Give my Head Peace’ Live at a Theatre in Enniskillen, County Fermanagh. If you wouldn’t laugh about this country, you’d cry. πŸ™‚

Certificate in InDesign

Now I am a certified InDesign user and feel epic. πŸ™‚

Hopefully once I complete the Photoshop training – having done my illustrator training three weeks ago – I can get a job. Good luck to me; lol.

I remember having to do my final year project write up at University sixteen years ago not having a Scooby about Word formatting; I thought typing courses were beneath me back then. But now I feel that my improved typing skills have allowed me to become a more productive web user and computer expert. I discovered thanks to my instructor a website from a developer who lives in Bushmills, North Antrim, modern Microsoft fonts for Mac that I have also successfully installed on Ubuntu 16.04.01. Lovely jubbly! πŸ™‚

Anyways, the excitement has kept me up all night. I feel like I could take on the world; hope that’s not a sign of hypomania. πŸ™‚

Faith

My Christian conviction has nothing WHATSOEVER to do with ‘religion’ or ‘church’. It’s about faith.

I see all the retro-80’s Sexual Nihilism in our media, especially with Celebrity slappers like Ariana Grande and the Jenners, and wonder if the Catholic cover up of child abuse was a smoking gun aimed at dismantling traditional morals. All these dysfunctional gold-diggers are also another smoking gun aimed at ridiculing the sacrament of marriage. Young men have lost motivation in today’s society and don’t see a life beyond pizza and porno. Yet, no one is standing up for us blokes.

Also, our ancestors broke their backs to try and get to heaven. Then the past four or five generations have defaulted themselves into believing that they’re condemned to hell. Why? Because, as far as I’m concerned, Government Education has conditioned children to believe that Adulthood is a life-long prison sentence. This Behemoth has usurped Western values in a tacit, unconscious manner.

Also, the medical evidence that contraception is inextricably linked to depression and anxiety in young women and teenage girls vindicates my faith’s opposition to unnatural family planning. However, it seems that Christians have been muted by the media; leftist bias.

 

 

Keep Calm and turn off your TV! πŸ™‚

One year since I began this blog (plus teaching myself Linux commands)

I have been inconsistent in my blogging, busy with other stuff, but a few weeks ago, a week after gran died, I was at an IT Meetup and learned how to create a Tarball file using Linux Terminal – I use Terminal on Mac OS X at the moment as my IT friend from Coagh is experiencing difficulty dual-booting my old MacBook with Ubuntu. Such is life. Trying to learn a few more Linux commands. πŸ™‚ Bourne Again Shell. πŸ™‚

Signed off Employment and Support Allowance today, hoping to do the same with Housing Benefit on Monday. I’ll be talking a chunk out of the account my gran had in her name, my name and my brother’s name on Friday and will arrange to pay rent where I’m currently at; though it will mean no more supported living costs. But I’m no longer a Charity Case. πŸ™‚

Here are some links for my Terminal lessons;

 

Creating a Tarball GZ file; http://www.cyberciti.biz/faq/creating-a-tar-file-linux-command-line/

 

Unpacking a Tarball GZ file; http://rebol.com/docs/unpack-tar-gz.html

 

Linux tutorial; http://vic.gedris.org/Manual-ShellIntro/1.2/ShellIntro.pdf

 

Watch out Wiggo, I’m out to see if you’re still juicing. πŸ™‚