Eden and Heaven

 I don't think anyone has covered this, but why is heaven so good when we have the Garden of Eden. Disclosure, I don't believe in god, I'm not some U.S. atheist who was balls deep in the church before crashing out. I was the typical births, deaths marriages type of ex godshagger with a bit of Sunday school thrown in, because my mates went there. 

I say this because I've been musing on such things as late. Why is our supposed destination either Heaven or Hell and not the Garden of Eden, instead. 

Looking at the relevant passages in Revelation, it just details what kind of semi-precious stones the walls and foundations are made of, and blabbers on about gold and angels. There is a total absence of life, an aseptic, sterile, paradise where you'll spend eternity praising god and watching those burn for eternity in Hell. 

At least hell is honest, an eternal punishment in fire and darkness, Heaven is just the same but with wealth and light instead. The Jehovah's witnesses get it sort of right with a mix of building site and petting zoo where the people of all nations get to toil endlessly with Jesus. 

Like I say why not Eden when you die. A garden is something that gives life rather than a city of gold in the sky. We were kicked out for eating the tree of knowledge, but I see that as no barrier. We die, we are reborn and if god is in heaven now, surely this is a place for us.

For me, I always said this, give me all the things I never got in life and set me up there for a normal lifespan and then when I die there, either give me oblivion or reincarnation knowing I shall return there when I'm dead, as a reward for enduring the mortal realm.  

Necrolog. Marmalade.

 You may wonder who this is or even why this gets a blog post. Well the reason is our picture of the cat with the crown added in MS Paint is of Marmalade the cat from the popular channel Cole & Marmalade. 

He always was the goofy one from the show and there's a popular clip of him having his mind blown by a money box. Cole died a few years back and in a weird kind of irony both him and Marm passed away on the same day. There's an official obituary video from their owners, which, as a former owner of a ginger cat, hits hard. 

Me, I hope he's with Cole cross that Rainbow bridge.

I would have entered that tiger's den, but then I took a arrow to the knee. 

Oh, in a related note, a guy was mauled to death by a tiger up north. He was, as in most of these cases a Schizophrenic, but that doesn't stop the Mail from saying that he could have been influenced by playing... Skyrim. It's a tragic case and doesn't help when you have cunts like Trump making AI content of him palling up with a Tiger. 

BTW I've played Skyrim, enough to get a thrall (Lydia) and a demon dog and a place to live in IIRC Stormguard (the big city near the start), all the stuff my autistic ass doesn't have IRL. But, yeah, go with that line about Skyrim being an influence.  Oh and online.

Menorca pt3 The rest of the jam

 So, finally back home after two weeks away and already wanting to go back. The reason why is simple, it feels like home. Seriously if you've ever seen the east coast of England* it reminds me of this. An extensive dune system with a few wetland bits including a lot of Ducks and other waterfowl making their presence known on the beach. 

This is representative of  what you can see

 Got pecked by a bastard of a goose when I went to take its photo and it pecked mum when she was giving out bread. That and the storm was the low light of the holiday, though. 

The upside is that there is a lot of great scenery here, thanks to sensitive dune restoration, they've been stripping out the Carpobrotus that normally infests the shoreline and letting the native plants grow. 

Quite a lot of Clouded Yellow and Hummingbird Hawkmoth flying around which was nice to see as both are rare in the UK, and when it rained we saw a tortoise out for a stroll. 

Alongside the cats here, the most prevalent things as I've mentioned before were chickens. Crossing the road as in the old, unfunny joke. Sitting on the roundabout, but mostly situated throughout the dune scape and at any point in the day you can hear at least one cock crowing. 

A handsome boi

They never venture onto the beach, which is the ducks domain, but elsewhere, pretty much rule the roost.

Nice dual set up with our hotel with the main part holding reception, bar and restaurant and our bit the gym and an abandoned reception and restaurant, which I got to walk around, though not sure I was strictly allowed in. 

We looked out over the football pitch and the outdoor bit of the gym so at any given time some one is either hammering the exercise bikes or playing football. 

Pools were cold compared to the sea but at least walkable for those who are tall enough, with a small pool for the kiddies and such. 

The upshot of this is we are seriously considering going back next year when its the high season.

Menorca pt2

 This is just another stupid update. Weather has taken a turn for the worst, we have a storm, well some flashing in the sky and no thunder. Still hate it, mind but as storms go this is about perfect for me.