Sometimes my imagination branches of in so many different directions that I can’t even begin to to imagine what it is I’m actually thinking about.

Karl Henry

The Beast


Inside the Box’s First Camcorder – I’ve named her the Beast

And as a little side game, how many props from The Attack of the Giant Green Lizard Thing?

Answers in the comments please.



The Universe Makes a Noise

The Universe makes a noise. Did you know that when two black holes collide they sound like a spinning coin at the point where it almost stops. The point where its edge begins to rattle on the surface which it spins. We can hear this because of the vibrations of space. I like to think that everything in the universe makes a noise. Everything from a burning star to the flight of a fallen leaf. I like to imagine the Universe as some sort of majestic orchestra playing a song and everything that exists is an instrument playing its part; sounding its note. In my mind this gives meaning to the chaos of the world. The thought that things happen because they have to, because it’s part of the song in which we all play. Freewill has been removed and instead we are left with pitch and tempo. The song has been playing from the dawn of time and will finish at its dusk. We can never hear the playing piece, our notes began after the beginning. We’re just one instrument deafened by our neighbours in this cosmic orchestra, unable to hear further than their notes or ours.

So maybe, just maybe, instead of the big bang being an explosion, what if it was simply just the first key struck or the first strum of a celestial guitar.          

A Day in the Life – Bath Robe Blogger

I’ve felt my recent bloggings have put me out of touch with that of the common man (you). For this reason I have decided to give you all an insight in to an unusually dull day of my life. I have chosen a dull day as it’ll be the easiest for you to relate too. As naturally a normal day in my life would be far too complex and wondrous for your mind to withstand. For if I were to vocalise a single word to describe a normal day for me it would be like experiencing the most addictive drug you are barely capable of imagining. For if I were to utter more than a mere syllable all of mankind would transformed in to a zombie like state in constant agony, scurrying the earth desperate to hear of my day. This is but one of the many burdens I face so that you may live a better life, I don’t expect anyone to be able to understand.

My day began with its usual routine, I was still basking in the satisfaction of another productive night of world betterment (I don’t need to sleep, but on occasion like to indulge in some) and had just finished making sure the sun had risen correctly and on time. It hadn’t, it was 0.3 seconds late. I didn’t want too, but I would have to take note of this tardiness and bring it up in its six month review. Upon this thought I decided that in order to cheer myself up I would take a stroll to my local grocery store and purchase breakfast. From my humble abode the grocery store is but a dander of 100 miles. (give or take) This may seem to you like quite a distance to travel and you may find yourself thinking ‘surely there is a closer store than that?’ However you have to understand that I do not shop at stores you have ever heard about. You see everything you eat is fake or to put it a better way a shadow of real food. The food you eat is like a three year old trying to draw a car. It is a pale imitation of the real thing (see below for examples)


                                                              A Real Car

                                                            A Pale Imitation

(Personally I don’t know what the child who drew this was thinking but it offends my senses)

Upon arriving at said store I couldn’t help but notice on the cover of the daily newspapers that there was some kerfuffle going on in Japan. One such Newspaper had the headline ‘After the wave, the grief’. Do not misinterpret what I am about to say, for I am truly sorry for the Japanese people but news of this disaster offended me. I am sorry for these peoples grief. However I am but one man, even I am unable to stop every threat. It slipped past and I have already apologised on numerous occasions. You will not have heard this story before as it made no headlines and was not reported on, but alas the media never reports on my triumphs (I have many) only my failures. One such example of a triumph was the time I single handedly stopped The Great Giraffe King from enslaving mankind and taking over the world. It was back in the summer of 1969 and I had just finished exploring the Vietcong when I heard a rumour that The Great Giraffe King was mobilising an army. I knew at once I had to act fast if I where to stop him. I traveled long and hard (like my penis) through the night until I reached the Serengeti. It was clear from the devastation on the land that the rumours were true. At that instant I knew what had to be done, I knew that The Great Giraffe King and I were destine to do battle and that only one could survive. (It was me, I am alive to write this after all) The sun was rising (on time) as I met The Great Giraffe King on the field that would ultimately be where he finally came to rest, I could tell he hadn’t changed since our last encounter. He was still as arrogant and full of himself as ever, but he was a formidable foe and still to this day deserves my respect. We battled tirelessly, long and hard for three days. It would have seemed that we were an almost equal match, but I could tell he was starting to tire and that his energy was starting to dwindle. His energy attacks were growing weaker, I knew this was my chance to defeat him once and for all. I allowed one of his weaken energy attacks to strike me. (As a full powered one could have knocked me unconscious) It sent me flying through the air, I landed about a mile away. However this was all part of my plan as I knew The Great Giraffe King was a slow moving beast. I quickly recovered myself and began running full speed towards him dodging every attack he threw my way. Once close enough I jumped in the air and wrapped my hands around his neck. (As everyone will know the neck was The Great Giraffe Kings weak spot) I knew I had to hold on until the life was choked out of him. He trashed around ferociously with all his might. It seemed he did not want to die that day. I held on and finally he had no choice but to succumb to the superior warrior. The deed was done. The Great Giraffe King was no more. The other Giraffe now of course recognised me as there new leader. My first and only declaration to them stated that from this day forth every Giraffe shall be born free to live free and that no Giraffe shall ever be permitted to wage war on man again. That no Giraffe shall ever be allowed to eat meat again that they shall live on diet of leaves and bark.

However I digress, my offence at the headline soon passed and proceeded to browse the store for my breakfast, in the end I settled for half a watermelon. I paid at the checkout and thanked the woman working for her friendly and efficient service. I made my way home and spent the afternoon on my computer renaming the photos from my recent vacation.



                                                  The Great Giraffe King

                                                         (1603 – 1969)

Frequently Asked Questions (or as I like to call it for short – FAQ) – Bath Robe Blogger

I recently realised that many of you may have questions or ‘life problems’ that I in my infinite wisdom would be able to solve for you. Hence for this reason I have created the very FAQ you now read before you. Below I am sure are many answers to questions you are all undoubtedly curious to know. If there is anything that I have not not covered in the FAQ please feel free to ask. After all I only wish to make your life better. However I do pass this warning do not ask a question twice as it could threaten the very existence of the universe. Also I don’t care to repeat myself so pay attention.

  1. What is your secret identity?

    This is the most the most frequently asked question I get asked. I am however afraid it is one I can not answer, for reasons far too numerous and complex for anyone to understand. I fear that if the world where to know my true identity, then I would not be able to do the great work that I have set out too.

  2. Why is it you can not reveal your secret identity?

    See above. I have already said I do not care to repeat myself.

  3. Are you immortal?

    Yes I am in fact immortal. However this is not a theory I have ever put to the test, on the slim chance that I might be wrong.

  4. Is there anything you can not do/know?

    Yes there are three things. I can’t Wiggle my ears, never been able to do it, I don’t know why. I have also spent many years without success trying to think of a third thing I can’t do.

  5. Are you God?

    Alas this is not for me to decide, for I am but merely a man, If I am to be a God it is because you my followers have decided it so.

  6. Why are the bee’s disappearing?

    I felt that black and yellow wasn’t a very good colour combination. I tried to reason with them, but damn it they just wouldn’t listen. I do not regret my decision.

  7. What do you in your spare time?

    Time is finite, none is spare. I also have a passion for carpentry and murder mystery novels.

  8. Are the rumours true?

    There is only one and yes it is.

  9. What right do I have as a person to ask you a question?

    Well my friend you already have and you have every right. It is only natural for you be curious. So much of this world must be a strange and scary place for you. I am here to show you the way, the light. So please ask, ask and ask some more.

  10. What is the meaning of life?

    I am.

Too be updated as necessary.

The Contrition of a Soul – Bath Robe Blogger

I have not been blogging as of late, and for those of you, who have felt this absence most strongly I offer only my most humble of apologies. You see I have been busy. Busy contemplating life, my own life that is. For many a month (It was really five minutes I use the term month as my mind processes information at a much quicker rate than that of the average human. For five minutes of thought for me would equate to more than a month for the average man (you)) I have locked my self away in the deep recesses of my mind. Wrestled fearlessly with my innermost demons in the hope of truly reaching a sense of understanding. An understanding of my soul. The truth is this was not as easy an undertaking as I had first envisioned.

I shall try and paint you a mind picture with my words of magic, in the irrational hope that one of you may be able to comprehend my turmoil. Imagine if you will a vast cavern in which you alone stand. In every direction you look you can see nothing but the distance itself. Pillars of blended light and stone erupting from the ground, reaching for the heavens that shine brighter than any aurora borealis your eyes are capable of perceiving; this my friends is merely the lobby of my soul. I fear that if I where to use words to describe its majestic expanse that span further than all of time and space it would open some sort of inner-dimensional portal in which the reader would truly know the face of God. Alas this is knowledge that no human can know without descending into a somehow literal and metaphorical pit of madness. Although this knowledge dwells inside me, even I am without a complete comprehension of it. For now you may have some grasp on my predicament. For having the knowledge that such knowledge dwells within your very soul and that you are unable to obtain it is truly a disparaging thought. For I have had to come to terms with the notion that I may not be prefect and perhaps I am not capable of achieving all I have set out too. For how could one be prefect if one is truly unable to know thyself. This then put into doubt all my past accomplishments. Alas I am pleased to say that this didn’t last for long, for as I was wallowing in a lack of self worth, I much by perchance caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was like you’re Karl James Henry The Awesome there is nothing you can’t achieve. Get back out there and make the world a better place with all your humility and wisdom.

I guess the point of this story was to let you, my faithful readers know that sometimes even someone as amazing as myself needs a little self affirmation.

Stay strong and keep the faith. I will make the world a better place for us all, if you only heed my words.

Jingle in a Paper Cup

Streams of warmth erupt happily from passersby. They talk amongst them selves, they don’t notice me, or at least pretend not to. Not me. I sit here cold, waiting for the jingle of metal to echo in my paper cup. It’s going to be a long night.

There’s a frost forming, the pavement has already started to glisten. It seems that everything reminds me of her lately; but I don’t want to think about that. I know my life isn’t perfect and neither am I. I’ve always tried to do the right thing; but I guess somewhere down the line I got it wrong. I love her, but I don’t want to think about that now. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, things I regret. I’ve stolen, but never much, only enough to get me through. It was fun in the beginning, exciting, there’s a buzz. You know it’s a bad idea, everyone does, but it’s not enough to stop you. It’s a drug, it pumps through your veins, rewires your inner workings changing them to something else. Like everything in life the excitement passes, it becomes routine, the buzz gets replaced. It happened much faster for her. That was my fault. She wasn’t always like what she became in the end, but I don’t want to think about that right now. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I like to think I can change. Sometimes I even believe it. I hear a jingle, but she passes before I can say thank you, I always say thank you. She didn’t need to help me. Perhaps she shouldn’t. I like to think I can change, all I need is a chance. The right set of circumstances. It’s this thought that ushers me to sleep each night, it’s gone in the morning, lost like my dreams.

The cold doesn’t bother me anymore, not like it use to when I was kid. Everything seemed so much simpler back then; I wanted to be a footballer, but what kid doesn’t. That thought still makes me smile. Sometimes I pretend that a version of me is out there, on a pitch, kicking a ball. No one else is there, I don’t need there to be, I can imagine the cheering and applause as the ball goes in the back of the net. I stop to look around, heat rising from my body. It’s a nice thought. I told her about it once, I don’t think she was listening but that wasn’t the point. I was never a bad kid, sure I got in trouble from time to time. It was always for silly things, I liked to talk in class, I told the other boys jokes. I was funny. I like making people laugh it’s how you get them to like you. How does the saying go; laughter cures all, maybe I just need a good joke. My favourite always was: two muffins are in an oven. The first one says “it sure is hot in here” and the other reply’s “holy crap a talkin’ muffin.” It’s simple and childish I know, but it makes me laugh every time. A friend told me that one, I wonder what happened to him. What would he think if he saw me now.

What always bothered me and still does I guess; is the way people look at you. Whenever I walk past someone in the street. It’s only for a second, but there’s a momentary stare, your eyes meet. They quickly look away, strait ahead or down at the ground anywhere to avoid eye contact, hands clutching a bag or firmly in pockets rapped around belongings. I know what there’re thinking, but I would never. I’m not that man. I don’t do those things. That’s for other people. Not me.

As much as I try, she’s always there nestled away at the back of my mind waiting for her chance to slip into my thoughts. Sometimes it’s a comfort, but not tonight. The wind is getting cooler. It’s less busy now, families have returned home. I remember when we first met. I had my own flat then. It wasn’t big, but it was comfy and warm. You could see the park from the window. That’s where I found her, if she’d only waited. Maybe I could have helped, done something. I don’t know maybe it would have been worse, being there watching it happen. I don’t like the thought of her being alone. I like to think of the first day we met. She was the sister of my best friend. We don’t speak anymore; I don’t blame him, not after what I did to her. I should have told her no, I don’t know why I didn’t, but we always shared everything. I don’t like to think about it. She was beautiful, so much energy. We would talk for hours. Never about anything important, just silly things. I liked to make her laugh. That’s how I imagine her, before all this happened. I miss that flat and the view of the park from the window. We would always meet there after we’d got enough to get us through, It’s easier on your own. People feel more sorry for you.

I like to imagine my pitch, she’s there now. She’s taken a seat in the stands. I can hear her cheer and applause, she smiles as the steam rises from my body. My paper cup jingles, that’s enough. Thank you.

Unfounded Doubts – Bath Robe Blogger

First of all I would like to thank everyone for the truly over-whelming response to my blog. If I was the sort of person who needed the approval of other people. I would surely take comfort in the fact my blog is reaching so many of you. I would also like to take this opportunity to ask all my followers to thank them selves for taking the first steps towards becoming a better person. For trying to become more like me. For I honestly believe from the bottom of the massive well that is my heart, that one day you all may be able to walk in my shadow.

Over the last few days I have been doubting my ability to make the world a better place. Then however I realised that my doubts are not the same as that of the common man, as I am much more than a common man. You see my doubts are unfounded as who could possibly doubt me. (My self included) So I am now back on the most nobel of paths. A path that only my self have feet strong enough to carry me, to see me pass safely through the dark forest that is this world to the light at the other side. I do not walk this path for glory, fame or accolades. For such things have no meaning to me. I walk this path for you.

One of my earliest memories is when I was three and mother came to me and she said “Ralf (She called me Ralf as she had not yet realised that my name should have been Karl) I have a problem” Naturally I told her to hush, I was watching Tom & Jerry she should have known better. Never the less I could tell this was serious and she needed my help. So I did what any son would in that situation I handed her fifty pounds and told her to go buy her self something pretty, that it was ok, a man would take care of her problem. After that day I really respected my mother for she had the good sense to ask for help when she needed it the most.

Well I hope I gave you all something to think about and please remember aspirer to be the best you can be. To be like me. Until next time Karl-bless you all.

For My Fellow Man – Bath Robe Blogger

People often say to me; “Karl (they call me Karl because that’s my name) how can we get more of you in our lives?” Of course my normal answer is; “well gee’z guys I’m flattered, but there’s only so much I can do.” when one day (today) the light bulb in my head switched on, as it often does. (Well that’s not technically true. The light bulb is always on, it just gets brighter.) This proverbial light bulb (I call it a proverbial light bulb as there isn’t actually a light bulb in my head. Well at least as a far as I’m aware.) enlightened me to the possibility that the people who say to me “Karl how can we get more of you in our lives?” (see above) could by way of blog. (this blog) This is the first posting in what I’m sure is going to amass a huge following. (like my penis)

As I type this at the window in my bedroom. I can’t help but wonder if their isn’t more I could do for my fellow man (and “woman” as I’m not sexist and realise that many “woman” can now in fact read.)

Recently I have been giving a lot of thought to the thought of volunteering. However this thought raises many more agonising thoughts such as:

  1. What charity is worthy of having my time? (if any)

  2. If I was to pick one charity to get my time, what effect would this have on the other charities?

  3. If the answer to question number two (2.) is a negative one, then surely the best thing I could do is not volunteer at all?

  4. For surely all the good I would do for one cause would be out-weighted by the negative effect it would have on the others?

  5. Can even a man such as myself volunteer to all the charities in the world?

  6. If I don’t volunteer then how do I make my self feel better by making the world better for you?

For as predominantly life changing as reading this blog is, I fear it may not be enough.

This has been the first of many insights into the mind of perfection, as you now will be coming aware; even perfection has it’s flaws.

Good-bye for now, and please aspire to be the best you can be.