Boyhood and Post Birthday thoughts

 

That was the week that was with some cards, choco and money which in so many ways felt more like that right down to reading the tv listings in the newspaper although I do get the Radio Times religiously for fuller listing and the radio as radio remains with me a big thing.

As a Adult Boy, that's hardly surprising really given I always listened to concerts, music shows, discussions and comedy programs and modern listings tend to ignore the many radio stations that are out there.

But this boyhood thing is worth of a bit of expression as it certainly isn't "pint sized man".

That for me gets very close to how it feels, still feels to me and why I'm not a man beyond chronological age.

I'll just play with toy cars on the carpet now....

Thoughts for a March Morning

We've entered Spring apparently although to be honest it feels colder to me than last week but school is officially back after ther half time which to be honest is where Chris really feels he belongs still although obviously you can't just turn up.

Sometimes you used to hear of people who had managed that a few years after they'd left where presumably they still look very similiar but with all the checks and that today really not gonna happen.

There's a whirl in the kitchen at the minute as I've got up, reading a few things, trying to avoid all that War stuff that's on the radio and tv news at the minute and put my clothes in the washer as while boys tended to have a reputation among girls for being "smelly", I don't like being smelly although I don't see anything wrong with getting a bit muck on me playing.

It was Mum's who tended to be all aghast when you came in with mud on socks, legs and hands but then really that was the best reason going ro put us in shorts and t shirts easier to keep us and them clean while keeping us fully occupied, well out of troubles way.

Dad was never so fussied about that, just never ever wake him up prematurely by putting the radio on when there's thunder and lightning and then hearing loud arcing from its loudspeaker.

You'd end up with burning bottom later on for it!

He's an enigma to be honest - why men seem, you know distant with emotions in bag screaming to get out but seldom do - at time riddled with contridictions and conflicted at times too which with things like a birthday around the corner you're kind of reminded of.

Actually most people say I'm more like Mum.

I don't know if he's got anything planned or even a card really, I mean last year he didn't do anything for it which is something Mum always did and he was there.

He never did anything like that on birthday morning although for all my thoughts around spanking I'd of had no issues with that kind, done with love and affection by him.

Structure and Emotions

Quite a few things happened across the week.

One thing connected with the Forum that can be hard going is when a post or two that are made do not fit what the thread is about.

We've had before things like a person putting a fictional account in a thread about actual real life experiences or mixing up subjects so when you click on a  thread to look at one thing the subject has totally changed.

We do have threads for related Images but we like to keep actual images such as photographs and drawings seperate from A.I. generated ones that have their own thread and all credited, published with authority of whoever owns the right(s) to that image.

Please try to keep things in the right thread.

The other main thing is our actual childhood pasts do connect to our present day realities, how we may see things as being perhaps feeling you were accused or punished for something unjustly or blamed by others which can cause trust issues.

You might feel "Everybody's always blaming me".

For some of us sibling relations are a huge problem because how they treated you such as getting you into trouble, stealing, telling lies all the time and not to put too fine a point on it emotional abuse in the home.

You may have tried desperately to be a good - never perfect - older brother but the way you were treat leaves issues to this day.

There are plus points to being very much a adult child not least when like for me it is developmentally what you are but it also means I have the same sorts of reactions as a child in certain situations leading to situations that can be trying.

I have been trying to sort through with one sibling these issues as painful as they are and to get them to open up to what was going on with them at the time.

We have got to the point where one is now prepared to allow me to be their next of kin after their partner which is improvement on how things were two years ago.

Mum approved return to LB?

Oh what a week of Drama we've had thankfully off forum but sadly closer to home where hometruths were spelt out but anyway and connected at one level to it is really more this post.

Everybody's childhood is different than each others and no doubt boyhood in the 1990's or 2000's was different than that of my own generation sandwiched between the late 1960's and 1970's which at times seems a foreign land today where red call boxes roamed the land as did boys on choppers and you'd all dash to back to see your favourite tv shows as there was video recorder never mind iPlayer back then.

See it or miss it, back then

Saturday mornings were Cartoon time not that we didn't have them in the weekdays such as those the BBC sandwiched between our programs and The News  for groan ups.

Cartoons might feature between two ot three hour shows depend on where you lived Tiswas for those of in the Midlands from day one or SwapShop on BBC1 and between such programs too.

It didn't matter if they were a few years old, we enjoyed the Banana Splits, Josie and the Pussycats, Wacky Races and loads of Hanna-Barbera shows like the Flintstones.

Now it isn't so talked about but some Mothers really loved that stage in your life when you were their Little Boy keeping all sorts of reminders of those days, the things you made, badges you gained, even your  last surviving clothes before everyone said "You're a Big Boy now!" and she mentally took a tissue to her eye.

Just imagine if you will that situation as a fourteen or fifteen year old in a tearfully sentimental story how she loved those years she retrived those last grey school shorts and said "Let's see if they still fit" (subtext "Are you reall that much of a Big Boy?")

Most would be embarassed but I'd of had tears of joy for being allowed to be him at least when mum loved it.

In her last years she got to loved a short trouser dressed Little Boy me and on the anniversary of her death this all comes back.

Time to change!

We're somewhat rough (or ruff) after a draining day emotionally speaking where a couple of things came early but because of events couldn't be enjoyed that day, barely touch just unwrapped and put to oneside.

Something that did after several paracetamols came back to me was the period around 1979 through to 1985 when looking at the various promotional mini catalogues various stores put out to tie in with "Back To School" and Christmas was the amount of time I'd spend looking at things like what today we'd call replica football strip or especially the geranic ones you'd have in schools PE kit.

Association Football or more collequally in the U.K. "Football" was something on the face of it wasn't really designed for a unco-ordinated wobbely footed me in an era where there were few "Disability Sports" and apart from not having any in regular schools even schools that were more for the disabled didn't cos nobody was leaving Teacher Training knowing about them.

Thus for most of my education if "Boys" had football on the timetable then wobbly ol' me had to take part when not on muddy grass which in some ways wasn't the best use of PE time for me but did learn me resilence.

I did get around that period the full outfit right down to the thicker long sleeve jerseys with ribbing on the cuffs and then normal short shorts unlike todays just above the knees sort, as it too me back a bit to that past and lent itself for summer wear.

What we're about

There's a few more aches and pains than I'd like this week as I'm trying to rest the affected areas of the body although I am around the forum should anyone do anything  they really shouldn't be and NO you're not getting away with anything while I recover!

This blog tends to follow a different projectory than the others although over the years we've been impacted by things like the impact of the Online Safety Act and shifting views of how Bloggers terms are supposed to work and that is it by design a BOYS CLUB.

Now what can be in a Boys Club will change over time, certainly when I was young it was limited and in some respects over restrictive but it's not for girls as it changes the whole feel of it in the way to allow boys in some Girl spots does too.

And that is okay as - and I know I have battled with what being a boy meant - we need that space to work on it as the old working defination "anything girls do, we don't" no longer works if indeed it ever did totally.

We have "action figures", they have dolls and everything around their dolls have changed they're no longer obsessed with being pretty and leaving everyth.ing to males and we're still stuggling the idea of a more caring sensitive male even if being able to provide and protect still matter and are sources of manly pride.

I like being the Boy I am, Don't you?

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Blown away

The day after Monday night and Tuesday's storms so for most here school was still on although some struggled to walk and transport for those who attend "Disabled Schools" wasn't running as everybody including staff do travel large distances and trees and the like were down here.

I can remember experiences like that rather well although in hindsight one plus we had was there was no "E-learning" so unlike some today you wouldn't be expected to work from home on your Chromebook or Smartphone instead.

You had the day off instead to play with your toy soldiers or read comics instead which was far more fun and to be fair in some homes you might struggle to concentrate left on your own with all the domestic stuff going on around you.

Winter always brings back boyhood school memories for me and whatever the birthdate may say, you're back in that time and I love that.

Time to act?

While my head is a bit messed up with some triggering incident caused by stuff on one site we won't go deeply into, discussion is continuing on the topic of under sixteens and social media following a ban on it in Australia and talk of similar schemes elsewhere.

Part of the problem was the internet and especially the social media part were never really designed for young users who in the past might of had to got permission to publish a school magazine and the content would of been moderated prior to it being published could now put anything up with the companies only responding to reports if anyone raised concerns.

And that's too late if slurs, insults, dubious pictures and the like are being posted and traded around as then schools are having to deal with the fall out in school time beyond the issues around just how long younsgters are staring at relatively small screens.

Reports are coming from health professionals about the major rise in eyesight issues and premature, often highly inappropriate sexual behaviour by youngsters copying pr0n they've seen or challenges that are often highly dangerous, even life threatening.

Something has to change here as even as legal adults we can have issues around addiction as the algorithms just keep on finding more and more material to scroll though.

We are now talking serious around a social media ban - not a absolute ban on internet access although a good case can be made for the youngest only doing so under supervision and it is about time.

 

Sorted (for now)

Fortunately the strong winds, very limited snow of the weekend but much ice has recided although it did leave a certain amount delayed post was things were much worse to the south of us so some things were rather put on hold.

One thing in that was the whole project of dealing with last weeks computer issue as while leave in an age of many devices connected to our televisions, such as streaming kit, games consoles, maybe a computer for things like Microsoft Teams, your Blu-Ray player and so on the sockets on a good number of tv's are insufficient to leave things plugged in and bending round the back plugging and unplugging leads is both a faff and for some of us backaching.

Thus before I could do anything, I needed to look at ways of extending the number of HDMI sockets and looking around it seemed unlike the 90's world of Scarts we used for our VCR's and DVD players automatic swicthing just doesn't work very well at all.

In the end I opted for simple manual swicthing unit with the right number of inputs that uses relays powered from a device to do the witching which tend to be more reliable than cheap contact switches and a half meter lead to go to the tv to keep it neat.

Having plugged the HD satellite box and DVD Player back in, attention was then taken to the lead to the laptop because you don't want a lead that might act more like a fence between you, the tv (acting as a monitor) and it plus often you'll have things plugged into the computer such as cameras for photo editing or a cd/dvd drive for copying discs for things such as portable digital audio players or playing via an external digital to analogue converter to your stereo.

The act of copying such discs is very difficult on a Chromebook as it doesn't natively allow for run ning programs and the one Andriod app that can is a faff and half to use so that's a major use of this Windows laptop.

I went for three meter lead to allow for a more careful and potentially accident free installation and using the supplied cable ties you can just gently roll it up when not in use so it doesn't clutter the place up.

Never discount the potential for tripping over wires!

It is now all working able to plugged in and used in minutes for those things the Chromebook isn't so good even if that's so much better for just opening up, logging in  and getting on with stuff.

Cold black screen of death

Brr it was minus 7 degrees when I started this blog so I haven't been far in my grey short trousers, shirt and jersey  as with heavy snow it is rather difficult for me to get about when you're wobbly of foot.

Something rather unfortunate happened on the cool but nowhere near bitterly cold saturday night that has had some consequencies to some of my interests and very much with blogging which has also been impacted on by the weather.

That Windows 11 machine had a screen failure that replaced its good 1336 x768 colour screen for faint horizontal lines at the top and no image  which when you remember that even powering down usually requires you to use the mouse and screen is not remotely good.

I did the torchlight test and there's no faint image it's likely the LCD itself has failed but finding a spare HDMI cable and hooking that up to the tv shows  a steady correctly proportioned clear image and full interface.

While at some point a new machine would make more sense although you'd have to reinstall or replace programs  as I mainly use it for photo processing, ripping cds to lossless files for digital audio player and for ease with the downloader at Presto, a Music store that sells downloads as that pulls the files into a folder that ended up in the Music masterfolder of the computer.

While you can download via the browser on the Chromebook Plus, that gives you individual files that you have to round up to a master file you create and name it which is a bit more faff.

So I should be getting weather permitting a switch so I can leave cable plugged into it so I can continue to use it while not be pulling out the blu tay machines plug a lot of the time with the mauling that causes.