I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

1. Clothes Shops: consignment shops mostly, but also Peter Harris Clothing, TJMax, Tractor Supply Company (women's western/farm/outdoor wear).

2. Online clothng shops: Haven't shopped online in years, but I still "window shop." I like Coldwater Creek, Chico's, PFI Western, Hippy Chix, and wholesalemall.com/women's plus size (formally completeoutfits.com).

3. Music on your I-pod:

I've never used an I-pod in my life. Don't know a thing about them. I don't even own a regular CD player (other than my computer and portable DVD/CD player).

I only have the playlist player (see above). I have four different playlists. My main playlist "Playwrite27's playlist" (on Roasting David Tennant) features a mix of oldies I'm fond of, contempory music I enjoy, and some other stuff I like: jazz, folk, easy listening and cajun.

On here ("playwrite27 contemporary") it's a mix of contemporary music artists and individual songs I like listening to.

I have two other playlists--one that's strictly oldies, and one that features car/road trip tunes.

4. Television series: As most of you know, I don't get television, I do watch it when I can, in hospital/doctor's offices, bars, the laundromat, my farm lady friend's house.

But, I do like: Dr Who, Remember WENN, Are You Being Served? Austin City Limits, Trotters and Pacers (harness racing), Equestrian Nation, Wide World of Horses, Star Trek TNG, Trains and Locomotives, The Roping Show (cowboy lassoing), West Wing, Inside the Actors Studio, The Adirondacks, Law and Order, Queer Eye (USA), Father Ted, I Love Toy Trains, Vicar of Dibley, Keeping Up Appearences, Lovejoy, All In The Family, What's My Line Anyway?, One Foot in the Grave, Top Chef, Frazier, Antiques Roadshow (both USA and UK versions), Nova and horsecity.com TV, Top Gear...and, please try not to snigger, but, I also used to watch Classic Tractors and Big Joe's Polka Show (well, I am half-Polish).

5. Coffee:

Green Mountain Coffee--Vermont Country blend, hazelnut, mocha java and Harvard blend flavours are my favs. Lots of cream, no sugar. No expresso, no cappuchino, no Turkish, just ordinary old coffee and cream.

5. Pizza:

Pepperoni, cheese (marghretta), BBQ chicken, Hawaiian, sliced sausage, sliced kilbasa (Polish) sausage, eggplant, bacon-cheeseburger, white (bianca) broccolli, white (bianca) smoked salmon and broccolli w/whole wheat crust (my own invention years ago).

6. Supermarket:

I don't have any one favourite, I go wherever I feel like going to, or whomever has the best sales, or whomever is simply cheapest. When money is tight, I go to Price-Rite, Super Wal-Mart, or Aldi's. When things are OK, I go to Price Chopper or Hannaford.

7. Books:

Yes, I have books. I did a book meme a few days ago, so I am not going to elaborate, other than to say that I will read whatever grabs me, no matter what it is...excpet for romance novels...bleh!

8. Your DVD's:

I have between 25 and 30 DVD's....Dr Who, westerns, comedies, drama, classics, sit-coms, action/adventure.

9. Artwork:

Yes, I only own two original art works, nothing posh. An oil on board cowboy/western scene painting done in the early or mid-60's by a guy named George Hoose, and an oil on canvas painting of a bluebird on a blossoming branch. The bird is by someone whose signiture looks like "Sampkin" or "Samkins" or something like that...the signiture is hard to decipher. I got the bird painting at a second-hand shop, and I expect that it was probably from one of those massed produced "starving artists" shows, tho' heaven knows. I'm not sure why I bought it, other than i just liked the bird, and..it it had a nice carved teak frame. The rest of the stuff on my walls are prints/posters or decorative plates.

10. Someone I'd like to meet:

My friends online, I think that would be fabulous! I really can't think of anyone famous, I'd like to meet...well, i can think of a few, like Russell T. Davies, Hilary Clinton, Carson Kressley, Jimmy Carter, Dawn French, Graham Norton, Neil Simon, or Derek Jacobi...and yes, maybe David Tennant, but they'd likely not give a rat's arse about meetng me, so...nuts to that. I'd rather meet someone, who is "real" and actually would want to meet me, too.

It's after three and I've not got half the things done that I needed to do, today. Damn. I missed the bus...twice. You have to actually hail the bus around here, like you would a cab on a city street, or they tend to blow right by you--even when you're standing with your dollar in hand, at a posted bus stop. Then, when I finally did catch a bus, it was "off-schedule"--meaning their schedules were messed up, and the thing had to sit 20 minutes waiting for it's opposite number to start off at the proper time at the other end of the route, so they wouldn't be running one literally behind the other--which they've been known to do.

It's sort of feast or famine with the buses 'round here...either you cool your heels for 30 to 50 min., waiting for one to show up...or, they all show up at once, together. Greater Glens Falls Transit is THE WORST bus company in all of the eastern seaboard, as far as I'm concerned. Management are nothing but a bunch of brown-nosing jobsworths, who wouldn't know how to put a sensible and efficient bus schedule together, if God himself came down from heaven and showed them how.

I did get to Wally world (Wal-Mart), and got a few things, but they didn't have the one thing I needed most (kitty litter), so that means a trip to another supermarket....I got the pre-paid phone card for $20--put the 20 on my phone, only to find that all I actually got for my $20 was $13.45 phone time, cos' Virgin automatically applied their mangy $6.95 monthly charge--charge for getting constant streams of spam from Virgin, trying to get me to buy stuff. Virgin Mobile calls me more than anyone else does, blimey! I can't complain, really. The phone was a gift at a time when I sorely needed it--and, it really does beat having to walk 10 or 15 minutes to a pay phone.

I'm trying to decide what to do tonight. Here's my options: Pay $3 plus $8 cab fare, to go to the Beatlemania concert/fireworks at the local baseball stadium tonight. Or, grab a trolley for some ice cream and fireworks at the steamboat company pier in Lake George, tonight. Or, just stay home, put on some good tunes and read or watch a DVD...and maybe nap a bit.

But for now, I have to ring up a cab to go to the pharmacy and the supermarket. I'm afraid Social Services will have to wait til' Monday. I heard they were closed today, for the holiday weekend. So, that leaves my situation with National Grid hanging in the air for the weekend. More sleepless nights.

I think the problem with a lot of people these days in my daily world I live in, is that so many people are stuck walking the same track, over and over again.

Even tho' I can't hardly read a note of music (thanks to my maths disability), I got stuck in chorus in high school. My music teacher was against having a school band, and would not allow us to learn any new music. The man, who I do believe was born with a rod stuck up his arse, would puff up and spout the mantra: "People don't know what they like, they like what they know."

True. People do have a tendency to prefer the familar, or to go along with mob thinking, or the current popular thought, or latest celebrity trend.

Folks so often fail to step back, and see the big picture, to turn the thing they are observing, or watching, or listening to, over in their mind, to see it from all possible angles.

Why? Because it's not always convenient or comfortable to do that, I suppose. It can be scary, setting out on your own, to think your own thoughts and try and form your own independant conclusions.

People tend to treat the world around their little circles, as if it were still flat----whether intentionally or not---as black and white. They aren't comfortable with grey, let alone with a whole rainbow of colours. Why strike out on your own, and climb the moutnain or ford the river of intellecutal and personal independence, when it's far easier to follow the herd across the level plain.

Cultural bias, personal fears and/or bigotry, the way we were raised, how we choose to personally educate ourselves, how much personal responsiblity we take for our behaviours, actions, feelings and thoughts--all this comes into play, and dictates who we are, and what part of the outside world we choose to make a part of our daily life each day.

Technically, in the world of the information superhighway, 400 channel television, mobile phones, faxes, blackberries, free electronic books, we should be able to grasp the rainbow, and allow it to colour our thoughts....so, why are so many people, isolating themselves?

Why are so many people, building invisible bubbles around themselves, to block out the rainbow? Insecurity? Fear of the unknown? Reality overload?

More and more, society has taken away the rules. Adults don't care. Parents don't pay any attention to how they or their children behave, people lash out at folks they don't even know, with verbal or written abuse, without any thought behind it, like a dumb animal lashing it's tail at a harmless butterfly that's floating by.

Rules and manners, courtesy and respect, are the foundations of civilization. Independent thought, abstract thinking, going outside your selfish little world to care about someone or something other than yourself...these are the things that build up the walls that define our very civilization....tear them down, and you destroy human kind, evenutally, reintroducing fear, irrational behaviour and mindless hate to humanity...sloping down into the dark ages, and closing off the light of positive change and grownth and development, forever. RIP human evolution.

Playwrite27 is tired and fed up with the world. Mean people don't just suck, these miserable insecure little two-legged insects are the lowest form of humanity.

I couldn't sleep. It was cracking dawn, around 4am. I decided to go for a walk. I was walking down the street, minding my own business, listening to the quiet and gentle time of an early dawn in a small city, when past me comes madly pedaling some rugrat teenager; "Hey ugly!" he shouts.

Never saw him before in my life. WTF??? His mother must be so proud--well, probably his mother is drooling trash, if he's any example of the family gene pool. I mean, what was the purpose of doing that? Pointless little toads. Jeez, the way some of these kids act today, just shows how crap and lazy some mums are, when it comes to teaching their snot-nosed teenage brats how to behave in public.

And, it's nothing I haven't heard before. I've been called ugly and a lot worse, ever since I was a child.

But, I have to say, after over 40 years of this, I do get just a wee tired of being a walking target for a bunch of sexually frustrated, intellectually insecure losers.

Guess I'll have to die before I ever find any peace in this world.

...when my foot's in my mouth.

Did I post earlier, that I would sleep well tonight? Well, that WAS the plan, anyway. Wide awake going into 4am, that's two nights without sleep, now. Thank goodness I've three days off, I'm probably going to spend the big summer holiday weekend, practically comatose!

...will he be shaving off those retro-Elvis sideburns?

Do you have any idea how rotten it is, to be forced to speak to American men, whose brains are even smaller than their microscopic little penises?

Gah! I got stuck calling hunters all night...if the life I'm living is a kind of purgatory, than my job is definately part of the iternary of Hell. Cripes, what a night! We really need to wrench these infantile, rude, obnoxious, whinging, stupid bastard's shotguns away from them, point the muzzles up their collective bottoms, and pull both triggers....a bullet to the brain, clean, quick, and hopefully very painful.

I've had hunting guys whinging like wee spoiled brats at me, the spinless infants being incredibly rude to a lady--and trust me, on the phone, I AM a L-A-D-Y, pounding tones in my ear...one neolithic drooler was blowing his stupid-arse turkey call in my ear, one guy doing baby talk--I mean, come on! Is there nothing on earth or heaven, more pathetic and unmanly, that some grown man talking and acting like a flippin' five year old??? NO, there isn't. Why don't these chin-dragging fools just cut their nuts off, and same themselves the trouble?

Sorry. Americans that act like this, just disgust the hell out of me. It's honestly sickening, the way grown American "men" behave, these days...and their bitchy wives...well, bitch is the word. I've heard junk yard dogs that bark nicer, are behave better, than some of these sad excuses for women--no one will EVER make the mistake of calling them ladies, trust me! Sometimes, I feel sorry for their off-spring. That's because they're going to grow up to be ill-mannered mindless farm animals, just like their sorry sack of poo parents.

One guy was just so incredibly obnoxious--answering the phone all surly and gruff, "What dy'a want?" He said he didin't want any. I asked--LADYLIKE and extremely politely, "Would you mind terribly if I asked why?" "Yeah, I do!" What an effing baby! Why don't you just stick your damned pacifier back in your mouth sunshine, and go change your nappies, yeah?

What do I want, arsehole hunter guy? On this Independence Day holiday weekend, I want someone to light the blue touchpaper, and stick a lit firecracker down the front of your underpants.

Cripes! Men fought and suffered and died for this country, so big brave "men" like this jerk, can have the liberty to be rude and insulting to ladies. Jefferson and Washington--who WERE gentleman and men of honour, must be rolling over and puking in their graves.

OK, I got that off my chest. I feel better now.

Speaking of chests...jeez, I was having chest pains today...I pedaled to the laundromat with two loads of laundry, and came home. I was a bit out of breath, but felt fine--but a few minutes after I came home, I laid down, and suddenly, it felt like my chest was in a vise for five or six minutes...wow, that hurt.
They say, outside of a heart murmur, that my heart's OK, so I didn't see the point of calling an ambulance...the pain was in my back as well, between my shoulder blades, so I've chalked it up to maybe an old injury (heaven knows, I've had a LOT of those), or something.

I also have a very sore left knee. I almost--and I mean really almost, got nailed by an SUV today. This jerk in his big old black SUV, had pulled up from a side street--going the WRONG WAY on a one-way street, and was blocking the sidewalk. There was a line of traffic--and going behind him meant me going way around, so I just pedaled in front of him--and the arsehole starts inching forward!

There's traffic, he can't go anywhere! He's making a left (which, being we drive on the opposite side of the road, is probably like making a right, in the UK)...I swerved and yelled...he stopped. I gave him slightly wider berth--and he started forward again! I banged my knee hard against the side of my bike, trying to keep from falling over--his front fender was literally almost touching the front spokes of my bike. Jeez, that scared the hell out of me. I wouldn't have been killed, but with a big vehicle like that, surely I would have broken a bone or fractured my skull, not to mention lost skin and bruises.

I mean, for pity's sake! I weight 200 pounds! He's sitting way up high in a very large SU effing V, how the hell could he NOT see me???

Was that the FIRST TIME you pulled foward without looking, or the SECOND TIME?

Sure enough though, he yelled out the window that he didn't see me, and for me to get the f_ck out of HIS way. Excuse me??? Me disabled person on bicycle. You big butch guy sitting comfortably in a machine that can go zero to 60mph in a matter of seconds...up yours, arsehole! Then again, should have let the bastard hit me..with a truck like that, I could have cleaned up in the lawsuit, ha-ha. Financial problems solved. (Just kidding.)

I've not had the most fun day on the planet. Got to the pharmacy, and my BP pills weren't ready. I've been without my hypertension meds for two days, now...and, I blew 8 dollars in cab fare, and will have to pay another 8 bucks tomorrow.

I couldn't sleep last night. Somehow, I don't think it will be a problem tonight. Cheers.

Hello all,

A rainy Thursday here. After tonight, I have the next three days off, which will be lovely. I am off to run errands in about a half hour. Out of cat food, and down to my last clean pair of pants (TMI?).

Didn't sleep much last night. I'm still not feeling very positive or upbeat about myself/my life, at the moment. Them's the breaks, I guess.

Breakfast this morning is consisting of some diet lemon-lime soda and a few honey-mustard flavoured Pringles...and my vitamins. I don't especially feel like eating, even tho' I'm hungry. Meh. I had a decent dinner last night: Sauteed Angus beef strips in a sweet onion sauce, steamed broccolli and curried rice. One good meal a day, that's good enough for me.

My appetite isn't too bad for a change, and I am actually hungry for once, but my emotional state doesn't leave me feeling much like eating, these days.

I'm hoping social services can help me, but they're so understaffed, overworked and underfunded now, that I'm not holding my breath. Yes, I am very pessimistic. I don't care. The bad stuff will always be a part of my life. The good stuff is mostly behind me. I can't complain..it'd be churlish to complain. I've had my run, got to do some cool stuff...got to do some hard stuff, too, but that's all of it now, water under the bridge.

For me, tomorrow doesn't "creep forth in it's petty pace from day to day." For me, there is only the here and now, there is no tomorrow. I don't want there to be...that would mean I'd have to face the harsh reality of my future, and that's an ugly, ugly thing...I really don't want to go there, thank you very much.

I was hoping to get to social services today, to see about some help, but overslept by 2 hours, so now I'll have to go there on my day off....wow, tomorrow is going to be rough! I have to go all the way north to Lake George (6 miles) to social services, I have to go to the pharmacy--which is in the exact opposite direction, in southwestern Glens Falls, I have to go to the post office, the grocery store and to Walmarts, to top off my phone card and get a haircut (I've been saving for a haircut for 3 weeks, so now I'll have the funds for it).

Mind you, without a car, this is going to be a massive pain in the arse, and one hell of a long day!

I have to go shower and change.

I am genuinely afraid that this country is openly headed for a civil war or some other form of mass violence....but no one else in the states seems to think so....I hope I'm wrong....but, I've seen this building for a long time, dating back to the early 80's....the more power the right-wing got, the more vicious and brutally raw their personal attacks, the more violent they've become, the more self-isolating and intellectually lazy, racist, bigoted, homophobic...well, so much raw hate and negativity....it's got to go somewhere...

...and now that they are out of power, and can't start wars on an international scale....it's just got to go somewhere, like steam from a pressure cooker.

Some of the things I'm reading on an American hunting forum these days--by so-called "average" American men, are quite disturbing.

I fear for all of us . We all know it is getting to the point where there will be only one way to fight back .

I wrote a friend tonight, and said that I don't care where I live--as long as it isn't below the Mason-Dixon line (the invisable line around Maryland, that seperates the Yankees from the Southerners)....or Milton Keynes...or Fargo, North Dakota...or New Jersey...or Minnesota.

I can't see me living in the Deep South, even tho' I can do a passable southern accent and the laid back attitude. I even know some of the slang: "Doo Waat?" (translation: what do you mean?)

Mind you, we very much do have rednecks in New York state--even genuine in-bred mountain hillbillys, no lie, swear to heaven the honest truth...I had one for a neighbour...and yes, sorry, but some of these folks really are in-bred and don't see a problem with it. Some of them really do wear denim overalls and sport long beards, they are quite real, and very much are not cliche or a myth.

Anyway, here's some redneck jokes I thought I'd share with you:

I was traveling through south Georgia yesterday and noticed a lot of signs saying “pecans ahead.” Wouldn’t “restrooms ahead” be more appropriate?

What’s the difference between a good ol’ boy and a redneck?
The good ol’ boy raises livestock. The redneck gets emotionally involved.

What do a divorce in Alabama, a tornado in Kansas and a hurricane in Florida have in common?
Somebody is fixin’ to lose them a house trailer.

Why did O.J. Simpson want to move to Kentucky?
Everyone there has the same DNA.

A new law was recently passed in Georgia. When a couple gets a divorce they’re still brother and sister.

Best bar pick-up line in Lousiana: “Hey, you don’t sweat much for a fat broad.”

What is a Redneck’s defense in court?
“Honest your Honor, I was just helping the sheep over the fence.”

How many rednecks does it take eat a ‘possum?
Two. One to eat, and one to watch for cars.

I was so saddened to learn that that wonderful lady, actress Mollie Sugden, has passed on at age 86, after a long illness.

How many times did her wonderful performances as Mrs. Slocumbe in Are You Being Served? make mother and I laugh till' we cried? Too many times to count. A wonderful lady, who I will sorely miss. I hope if there is actually a heaven, mum gets a chance to meet her, she'd be tickled pink!

Rest well, deal lady, you shall be sorely missed and fondly remembered.

"...ask him to look through the cat flap to see if he can see my pussy."

One of my forum pals just e-mailed me a link to this old advert DT did. It made me laugh, so I thought I'd share it with some of you. He looks rather nifty in the red beret.

I've heard mention of German dancer Pina Bousch in the past, but had never seen her before. I was reading on another blog, that she'd passed away. The bulk of her avant guarde erm--stuff, really wasn't to my taste...I'm not someone who delves often into the abstract, being a bit of a simpleton and very pastoral in my ways, but this particular piece really moved me:

I was about to go out, but then thunder was rumbling in the distance, and i've had my fill of being out in storms for one week, so i turned around and am hunkering down, hoping the storms will pass before I have to leave for work tonight. Dang. Well, this city is like the parting of the Red Sea, when it comes to storms, so hopefully, it will divide up and largely go around us, to the east and/or west. Still coming south to north, the weather--very strange, not normal at all.