So I've been striving to catch up to all of my e-mails that were backed up from the month I was without internet service. Think I've finally managed to wade through most of them. Hey! Guess what? I've won the euro-lotter, the internet lottery, the UK National lottery, and the Netherlands lottery, 297 times, at last count! Forget about dreaming of traveling to England--I can BUY England!
But seriously, does anyone actually buy into these scams? Guess someone must, or they wouldn't bother trying it so much...man, dumb isn't the word. But I do feel sorry for someone who does believe it. I myself was almost ripped off for 3000 dollars once--had to go through hell to retreive my funds, once I'd realized I'd been had, but I most certainly did learn my lesson. The shame of it is, it had run through my mind that it might be a scam, but I was just so gobsmacked at the offer (I was selling a collectable saddle, that was actually worth thousands--well, it was anyway, before the bottom fell out of the western collectables market two years ago.) Anyhow, I was stupid and naive, and I throroughly learned my lesson, trust me on that score. But I do get tired of three of four "you've won!" e-mails in each of my e-mail boxes every single blessed day.
I did hear from my cousin, the antiques dealer, and was pleased to hear that all was well with him. He's a really cool guy--I always liked him, when I was a kid. He's about 10 years or so, older than me...and like me, he always made his own path to follow, didn't fit into life's little pidgeon hole--much to his dad's anger and utter dismay. I was blessed with my mum--she always supported me, no matter what I wanted to do with my life--unless it was something she worried about---she talked me out of those free downhill skiing lessons, which in hindsight, was probably a good thing. Needless to say, last time I was on a ski slope--think it was Willard Mountain--I walked down.
And (she groans good-naturedly), I heard from my young David Tennant fan. Oh gosh, more piccys of David Tennant. Gee, I was just thinking, I really could use more pics of David Tennant--not. Don't get me wrong, actually, I do have so pics of him as Dr Who on my screensaver...but that's as far as fandom goes with me. Love him as an actor--think he's utterly brillant, actually--but, don't have any bedroom dreams or anything even remotely like that--don't kiss his picture goodnight, or spend all my spare time on the David Tennant website...just enjoy his work, and that's that. But, my young teen friend--well, she gets a bit carried away, doesn't she? She's that age, ya'know. I was just like that, as a young teen. David Cassidy, Randolf Mantooth (from an American TV show called "Emergency"), John Denver, Parker STevenson. Sure, I had my little crushes too, I remember. So I humor the girl, and she's just so happy to have an adult who takes her seriously...how could I say "no" to her, ey? But, really, if you must know, yours truly could care less what David's wearing, what music he listens to, what his brother does for a living (he has a brother? Didn't know that) who he dates and even what kind of blinking car he drives! I want so badly to tell her that I don't care about his probably disgustingly expensive car, but I just haven't the heart, you know? But this time she just sent me reams and reams of totally useless trivia about this actor...talk about David Tennant overload. My gosh, that e-mail went on--and on--and on...I'm beginning to thing that this girl knows more about DT than his own mother knows! Was I ever this bad--probably. I used to collect every book, every picture, every newspaper and magazine article about John Denver...posters all over my wall, his music playing constantly..yeah, I guess I was, or nearly so. Thing is tho', I'm not even all that attracted to David Tennant--I mean, I'd love to see his work live, someday, and yes, he's a nice looking young man, and seems like a really witty and charming person...but...I dunno', he just doesn't make my heart skip a beat, ya'know?
