Duane Moore

I’ve done various bits over the last couple of days but haven’t written anything down as it is very much a work in progress. I still have a load of profile pages to add to the menu on the right hand side of the page, along with various other links. I’ve also got my 20MB of Demon Internet webspace to sort out. I want something which links through and is fully Google compliant so that these pages get picked up. They better had get picked up too with all the work that I’m doing to get my Meta Tags correct.

If I have done everything correctly then Google should have me as number one when somebody searches for “duane moore”. Fingers crossed, touch a woody etc…

It came this morning, a huge cheque for the grand total of £14.00. Great, I’ll be able to buy a bed with that I don’t think. At least this time the letter turned up the same time as Andrews, but unfortunately it looked as though it had been walked on. The Post Office really are a bunch of cunts.

Finished at last. Five days to do a small bathroom is silly. I finished off earlier by cleaning the last few bits of wall that needed doing. I also removed the last piece of paper over the door which was problematic. I have cleaned the bathroom fully and everything is spotlessly clean. I’ve scrubbed the toilet, bath and sink along with washing the ceiling down properly.

I’ll start on the back wall of the office next, followed by the landing. What a job that will be, suspended high up on a plank of wood with a drop beneath me. Nice. If I survive that I’ll carry on with the front room as the walls underneath the paper aren’t as bad as what I expected they would be.

PING www.demon.net (194.159.246.194): 56 data bytes
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=0 ttl=60 time=59.599 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=1 ttl=60 time=58.263 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=2 ttl=60 time=56.876 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=3 ttl=60 time=50.986 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=4 ttl=60 time=30.202 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=5 ttl=60 time=31.01 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=6 ttl=60 time=45.484 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=7 ttl=60 time=35.104 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=8 ttl=60 time=38.049 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=9 ttl=60 time=36.516 ms
64 bytes from 194.159.246.194: icmp_seq=10 ttl=60 time=35.429 ms

It is what I have come to expect from Demon, crap arses that they are.

— www.demon.net ping statistics —
1000 packets transmitted, 1000 packets received, 0% packet loss
round-trip min/avg/max = 26.802/51.31/203.906 ms

An average ping of 51 is terrible and certainly not suitable for gaminig, not that I do but it should be a lot better than that.

I have already been in contact with Trading Standards about this split-arse bunch of cowboys stealing money from me. I’ve also posted on forums regarding the poor level of service.

The technical support is terrible and full of nonsense advice. I really do have a problem with call centres overseas as they don’t know anything and couldn’t give a fuck. Very much in keeping with Demon really.

I’ve reported a fault so I’ll wait for nothing to happen. Their website is such crap and the phone line is getting worse with a banshee howling on most calls which doesn’t go away. It also fucking hurts my ear. Also, most calls are quiet and there is feedback on the line. I don’t expect them to do anything about it, why should they?

Why don’t other people see life as I do? Crapping in ones own nest is something completely alien to me and yet the streets are littered and people show such disrespect for each other that it really does make me weep.

I saw some woman in town yesterday who couldn’t control her child and was, to my mind, an appaling mother. The child only needed a bit of attention and yet the mother was too busy talking to people while the child cried. Whatever happened to priorities in life?

When I paid the water bill yesterday the woman at the bank was so miserable that anybody would have thought that it was her who was forking out £90 for 6 months worth of water. If you want to work with people then at least smile once in a while. I don’t and do.

Manners maketh a man perhaps, but when they are lacking in society and the Archetypal role of woman is suppressed then division occurs, communications cease and war is the only possible outcome.

It isn’t manners that maketh a man either, it is alignment with the feminine part of oneself which creates an integrated individual who is completely adaptable to all circumstance and sees everything with a clear eye. A Pan-consciousness which trickles down through all aspects of being, cascading freely through masculine and feminine tributaries and being neither better or worse in any of its manifestations, interacting freely with whatever alien consciousness may vicinitate it and uniting in the bliss of ecstasy in vision.

Just read Austin Osman Spare’s The Book of Pleasure (Self-love): The Psychology of Ecstasy

From The Occult Library of Duane Moore:

Spare, Austin Osman - The Book of Pleasure (Self-love): The Psychology of Ecstasy. 93 Publishing, Montreal, 1975. First edition with introduction by Kenneth Grant. 74 pp. Published in an edition of 1000 copies of which this is number 345. Excellent reproductions of Spare’s art.

I am convinced that all of my ideas about dating devices coupled with mobile phones and internet dating sites would work. It ties up so many loose ends with me and Andrew is capable of designing it.

Files under Occult as some things are best left secret, me thinks.

I really do need a holiday. My arms ache so much that when Andrew rang yesterday the phone felt heavy. We did talk for a couple of hours though. He’s having very similar problems to me in that he can’t do the one thing that needs doing. The solution is for me to do his job with Mobtex and for him to sort out my heating, water, bathroom, kitchen, building and tiling job.

I should see about some time off as I’ve been flat out at it for eight months now except a few days away at the end of August.

Like it says. Nothing constructive has happened today and I’m pissed off big style with getting nowhere. I got a letter from Coopers saying that Atkinsons can’t consider my job because they can’t get a plumber. Great. I can get a kitchen or bathroom easily enough, a tiler or two, a builder, but no fucking plumber.

Every time I see Nigel Barnes he whizzes past and my memory is so bad that when I do manage to see his number I can’t remember it. When I have written it down I’ve lost it. At least I know roughly where to contact him. He desperately needs an ad in the Yellow Pages.

I removed the concrete from around the grate outside yesterday which makes it easier to wash the yard down and get rid of all the green. I gave it a good scrub yesterday and was back out there this morning at 6:45 carrying on. It should now be clean. At least it’s a hell of a lot better than what it was. I also did the path from the drive up to my property seeing as nobody else was going to and it was getting slippery.

I removed the bath side panels yesterday and they are now in the yard and will be broken up and put in the bin when I have 5 minutes spare.

It needs sweeping again when the sun has come out and dried it up. That bloody tree thing of Trevors is a pain in the arse. Apart from that and the increasing pile of dog shit next door everything is fine.