Nothing?

 Robert wrote a put down comment, on TC's blog, about my last post.

"His frivolous post pronouncing "nothing" is not to be applauded. It represents the abolishment of reason and human intelligence. But more it shows the inexcusable depravity of common sense when given total communicability. His blog can reach millions with positivity if he so chose. His communication given universal attention is "nothing". I think and know nothing says he. Nothing matters. Nothing to be expected. Nothing to say."

Bloody cowboy! He forgets the power of nothing.

NOTHING LASTS FOREVER!

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE NOTHING.

Richard's post has gone again.

 NOTHING

St. Reginald's Day.

 October the 2nd. is here again. This is a feast day that is not observed by the Catholic church. I don't know why they avoid St. Reginald. Well, it's their loss.

A lot of so-called religious people can't find St. Reginald
in this picture.

Actually, he's the one with the blue and white striped shirt on his left shoulder.

St. Reggie, as his mates often called him, believed that all souls in Purgatory should be identified by wearing a blue and white striped shirt. Evidently the 'P' on his shirt stood for Punishment. St. Reggie was a bit like a judge and knew that someone had to take charge of working the people in Purgatory out.

How long should they be there?

How bad were their sins?

Is this where paedophile Catholic priests and brothers should spend time?

Should a paedophile be in Hell?

St. Reggie felt that there was hope yet for some of these Catholic priests and brothers.

Purgatory offers many people hope.

Make of this philosophy what you will but remember that St. Reggie did get canonized as a saint by the Roman Catholic church. There you go.

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Wow, that was a pretty controversial topic for this morning's blog.

I think I might be better off to go and do some guitar and violin practice.

 

So long.

New Post.

 The last post was getting some strange comments, so I did a Robert.

What's a Robert?

That's when a post (or a blog) disappears.

"Yes, I do that. I like to dress 
as the pope too."

There doesn't seem to be anything new on the blogs this morning, so this post may help.

My practice for this year has nearly reached 300 hours. Nearly. I have been doing quite a bit of guitar practice. The guitar is my 'hobby' instrument. It is a fun instrument to sit and play. Hey, but I am working on some serious guitar stuff. Today I must get some serious violin practice done because I'm planning to go to a jam on Sunday and I want to be playing well.

I went to the doctor yesterday and he told me I look 64. That's about the third time I've been told that by a doctor. Ah well, that could mean a bit of time yet for instrument practice. I'll push on.

Well, that's it for me today.

Ciao tutti.

The picture I see when I think of Robert's and Peter's blogs.

 They are...

What really happened last Thursday.

 Peter rang me early last Thursday morning. He said that he was booked in that day for a RBB tour and that he had paid $5000 for the adventure. He said that he had a sore foot and would need help getting in and out of the car. He insisted that, for $5000, he wanted to be driven around in a Nissan Note. I said that I could bring our blue Toyota Vitz but he insisted on the Note. Inconvenient. Then he barked, "And make sure you leave plenty of room by the kerb. My foot is bloody sore and I don't want to bump it while crossing the gutter. Hey, and I'll choose the route I want to take." Then he added, "Bring your wife but charge her $2000. Then you can drop my fee to $3000."

I followed his instructions about parking the car.

Here's visual proof.

We set off on our adventure just after 11am. 

"Take me around the bays." he commanded.

We got to the 'round the bays' road and were soon confronted by major roadworks. We pushed on to Shelley Bay, only to find that the road heading to Seatoun was closed. We drove back towards the entrance to Miramar and drove up the hill towards old Mt. Crawford prison. More damn road works! This MUST HAVE been planned by our elderly passenger. We finally found somewhere to feed him. Admittedly, we didn't get any food for Robert, who moaned about that on a comment on one of my blog posts. Hey, I thought he was living off communion hosts. Well, he swallows enough of them!

The next day Peter flew up to Auckland. Shelley and I looked forward to a bit of respite from him, but no such luck. I got thousands of comments on my latest blog post about him travelling down country by train to get back to Thorndon. Nothing was said about the opera he had evidently gone up to Auckland to see. I don't even know what opera it was. Maybe he just went to an action movie, but wanted it to sound like he was cultured?

Well, there you have it. Make of his posts what you will, but this is the truth.

Ciao.

I interrupt my music practice to warn you of new posts from TC.

 

Yes, Peter (Aka TC) is threatening us with has promised to write two new posts today. For me writing this quick post is taking me away from practice. I did 3 1/2 hours yesterday. I'm working hard on my guitar playing and I'm also putting much needed revision into my violin repertoire.

Peter will be telling you about two things.

1) His trip to Auckland, featuring his train ride back to Thorndon.

2) His experiences the day before on RBB Tours. Expect pictures of how I parked my car.

Robert likes to get a mention on my posts. All I can tell you is that he is going to church too much and making a bit of a nuisance of himself at communion time. Peter actually wasted less communion hosts than Robert back in the 1960s! Jesus will be getting tired of Robert using up all of his hosts. I heard that he is thinking of Purgatory for Robert.

Well, that's it. I'm back to my practice.

Ciao tutti.

And remember that Jesus doesn't like you wasting these.