Saturday 2 July 2022

The Mysterious Crowell Manor Basement Laboratory Visit

The Mysterious Crowell Manor

Basement Laboratory Visit

Professor Billum Paid me a visit, to his basement laboratory and made Time & Space Machine last week. As we were talking, his lad Alan appeared in their new Concept Time & Space Machine 101/B/Mark three. It was not until they had departed, that I realised they had both gone off in their 2⅐.4 Mark One Machine

I couldn’t resist having a go on it, and after pressing a few buttons and knobs and pulling a few levers, I found myself in Crowell Manor Basement Laboratory 216A, where they were with HRH Petal-Lisa, in the middle of some experiment or other. My appearance shook them a little… well, it did me! I think this might have been because I may have set the Time Date wrongly; it’s the Americans you know, they put the month in the wrong order, you know! So, there was a chance that they had not visited me yet, although they had… but might have been planning the visit to see me. Unless they had already been and returned… maybe? And I’d gone in the wrong time setting, thus, it was not yet, or was already beyond or after the original… No, I’m beginning to lose this, Sorry.

 I’d obviously set a setting wrong somewhere because I could not hear a word they were saying to me. In fact I could not hear any sounds whatever, and they had some of their machines working on the laboratory benches, and when Alan amended some of the scientific arithmetic on the blackboard, I noticed that HRH Lisa-Petal and both winced, as if Alan’s chalking had screeched – there’s a word for that, but I can’t remember it – hang on, I’ll check on Google… Oh, ‘Grima’ it tells me? Where was I?

Oh, yes, me not hearing anything when they were talking to me. I’ve forgot what I was going to say now… Ah… Else I had forgotten to put my hearing aids in, I’d died, or was dreaming the whole thing?

 But, there were bubbling test tubes, HRH Petal-Lisa was her usual desirable self, and Alan was chewing off the chalk sticks... which concerned me a little. Billum was wearing a helmet. Then I noticed that Billum looked younger than when he visited me… if he visited me, last week… but that would only be last week to me; for Billum and Alan, it may have been a different time originally to that left earlier or later on their time travelling schedule… or perhaps I’m just having a temporary psychoactive & psychotomimetic moment after taking my Hemp capsule? The plots are gone again… I’ll make a brew of Glengettie.

 Gorrit back again! I took a photo in the lab and would like to know if anyone can tell me, from the clues in the picture, just what they were doing, please? Here it is...

Give 'em a laugh if I can series

The thing is, they are an amazingly kind couple, to me anyway, so as far as that goes; and Alan and the furries, Bless you all!


Friday 1 July 2022

INCHIES THOUGHTS... I think...


Introduction

His odes, in many ways are like a zit...

An unwanted ailment, you have to squash it...

Full of pus, staph bacteria, that hurts a bit,

Lost words, replaced with whatchamacallits,

Rhyming so bad, they can ruin friendships,

Dementia Doreen causing so many errors and blips,

He's not educated, so he struggles at penmanship...

Now lost his logicality, of which he once had a firm grip!

He dreams of his brain being men mended, maybe, reequipped.

Mental power, dreams, memory, have to the ether slipped...

He tries to battle against Doreen, for long he has shlepped...

But is losing the battle; thus, about ready for his crypt.
 
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His odes, in many ways are like a zit, yes I meant zit,

An unwanted ailment, you have to squash it...

Full of pus, staph bacteria, that hurts a bit,

Lost words, replaced with whatchamacallits,

Rhyming so bad, they can ruin friendships,

Dementia Doreen causing so many errors and blips,

He's not educated, so he struggles at penmanship...

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Now lost his logicality, of which he once had a firm grip!

He dreams of his brain being men mended, maybe, reequipped.

Mental power, dreams, memory, have into the ether slipped...

He tries to battle against Doreen, for long he has shlepped...

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But is losing the battle, thus ready for his crypt

But the business went bust,

And I started to lust...

For a gal with a big bust...

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I'm prepared, but not too keen, on my upcoming sepulchre,

To be honest, I don't see, to fit into human culture...

Well, I used to sociable, in fact I was a campanologer,

Waking folks up Sunday morning... was my main pleasure,

Which I took my time with because it was a pleasure!

 The locals warned me off bellringing, with a fervour,

So, to avoid a pasting, I bell rang no more...

Anyway, it hurt my arms, then I got a shoulder fracture...

So, I bought a barrow, and became a costermonger,

Giving me so much time watch the sky and pareidolia!?
 
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Mood Update:

While struggling to get the preceding crap ode done, I got got more and more confused. I may have just posted bits of a Snippet ode wot I done in between todays efforts. I’m having to write this stuff on Word, then I get a spell checker. Then cut and paste into Blogger, where the colour and font size usually changes and I have to go through it again! I got a little depressed with things, life etc..

However, I had a bit of good fortune, in taking a tumble while I was making a brew of Thompsons Punjana tea. Cracking the left knee on a cabinet corner, as I went down. Everything seemed to change then, outlook and contentment-wise.

 I suddenly gleaned previously an unthought, series of thoughts:

Why am I worrying? The end is nigh, and whatever I do, the Doctor will not accept Doreen Dementia’s existence, so there is not a chance in hell of getting any help. ‘Fact!’

As much as I miss my daily hobbles, and walk to the shops, and in the tree copse. I no longer have the ability to take them. ‘Fact’ – just accept it Chambers!

Walking into things, may get less after I’ve had the eyes done. No point in fretting over it, the right eye cataract will take time to work, but there is a good chance I will again be able to do crosswords (not that I was any good at them, Hehe!), Not fret over the other eye being done afterwards. It’ll take a long time ‘Fact’.

Should I snuff-it before they are done, well would it matter? Apart from an unknown to me battle to get at my valuables from sudden relatives who care… I won’t be around to see it, and I can’t take them with me, so good luck to them. ‘Fact!’

I tried thinking about happier times… that was not easy Hehe! But Suzanne Jean Percival came to mind first and foremost, and there really were genuine happy memories. ‘Fact!’

That made me feel worse when I realised my current position... So quiet here today, even the noisy standoffish, antisocial, smarmy, reticent, toploftical, git in the flat above was not making any noise! Loneliness is something that rarely affect me, but it did then. No one visiting.  No phone calls, text messages… a sense of isolation. ‘Fact!’

After I’d cleared up the mess in the kitchen, and Phorpain gelled the knee, I mad another brew, of Glengettie tea this time, the mood rose... without any reason, nothing had changed, yet suddenly I was ashamed of myself – and self-loathing at my pathetic self-pitying took over. ’Fact!’ 

There are so many others in a worse state than I am. Somehow, although of course it didn’t cheer me up, but my acceptance of things got stronger. 
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So I got on with this blogs making

Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit