I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

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Whoa. So, this person sent me a link to some movie David Tennant made. Why, I have no clue, but, I thought, well, housework's about as done as it's going to get, the cat's are asleep, I'm not doing anything but sitting contemplating my navel and looking out the window, why not? Something to watch while I eat dinner. yeah. Right.

Oh, the movie was terrific, acting was wonderful, subject matter interesting--dealt with in a very realistic fashion, it seems. The movie is called, "Recovery."

So, I'm sitting here eating dinner, and there's this scene with Tennant in the shower...very moving, and even slightly humorous. Then, just when I put fork to my mouth, I get a lovely view of his bare arse. Oi! They don't do that in the US--too many right wing religious fanatics, or maybe we still have more of the Puritan strain in us than we realize. I absolutely was not prepared to be mooned while eating my dinner. Dang, Tennant, put some underpants on, ey? There's a good chap.

Anyway...I'm eating and I get to see this guy's skinny bare arse--not a pretty sight, let me tell you. I've seen a nicer arse on a camel (not that I think of it that way, keep yer minds outta' the gutter, please). Let me tell you, he ain't no McGyver-- and hockey players, mmmm-- ). As I've said before--just because I'm a genuine old maid, don't mean I'm brain dead, ey?

David Tennant a "hottie?" Wow man, aren't there any REAL men over there?

Sometimes, I'd give anything to be mundane, dull, ordinary. By that I mean, no ups and downs all the time. That's the way my life is, you know...I seem to be either going in an upwardly direction, or sinking into the proverbial well of despair. I'm in the well now--for good, I'm thinking...life is busy cutting the rope, at present.

So...I've had a good run, at times, got to do some things, go some places, had a home for a while, a family--albeit a highly dysfunctional one--and nice possessions. So, life is kicking me in the lower posterior again, so what?

I do wish, though, I could be more like my cats. Flame, rolling around the floor in the sunshine, not a worry in the world. Boots snoozing in a semi-comatose state, a little cat-smile on his furry face, and Charlie, well-fed and always contented.

It's not easy, seeing your future--like driving in the country on a nice spring day, and suddenly coming head-on with a big bus. You know in that instant, what your fate might be, if you can't get out of the way, in time...and right now, I'm standing smack in the middle of the crossroads.

Anyway, Flame is giving my free hand a thorough washing--she's standing on her rear legs, with her paws wrapped around my wrist, licking my hand for all she's worth. Of course, the fact that I had just cut up some pork for stew, might have had somewhat to do with that.

My one good meal this week, I bought cheap package of stew veggies: 1 tiny turnip, 2 broken carrots, some soggy dill, a 2-inch piece of leek (you get what you pay for), added a couple of small new potatoes, a little pork stew meat--actually it was 3 small country-style ribs that I got for around 1 dollar fifty cents (cheaper than the veggies), black pepper, bay leaf, Worcestershire sauce, catsup and a dash of curry powder--added water and put it on to simmer for several hours. Come dinner time, I'll add a bit of flour to thicken it, butter some bread, and dinner is ready, ey? And I get two meals for myself--maybe even three--for less than 3 and a half dollars.

Smells pretty good, right now--and Flame agrees with me, I reckon. I've only had 2 slices of bread and butter today, for breakfast, and some leftover rice for lunch, so I reckon this'll taste pretty darn good, later on.

Doctor Who: The Run for Rose

CHAPTER 4: Revelation

Rose was seated at an old fashioned chrome and linoleum kitchen table, under the harsh light of a small florescent lamp in the ceiling. She had a warm soft blue plaid blanket draped about her shoulders. A cat sat her lap, purring contently as she absently stroked it. Jane was making coffee on top of an old fashioned gas range. She noticed Rose looking about the kitchen. “I know. It’s not fancy, hasn’t been changed since the nineteen fifties. I’ve been meaning to, just never seem to find the time--or the cash. The horses take most of that, I’m afraid.” She looked at the cat on Rose’s lap. “You like cats?” Rose looked down at the cat, sitting there with his eyes half-closed and his paws gently kneeding her jeans. “They’re alright, I guess. We used to have one--well, it was a stray, really, came and went as he pleased. What’s his name?” Jane had turned back to the stove and was in the process of preparing some pancakes and bacon for their breakfast. “His name’s Doc.” She replied. Rose looked down with surprise and smiled. “I have a friend with that name…well, I call him the Doctor.”

The Doctor Sat down heavily on the Tardis’ console deck, head in his hands. Whomever this person or entity was, he’d given the Doctor an hour to mull the trade over. “Not enough time.” The Doctor moaned. He got up and paced around the room restlessly. Then he stalked into Rose’s bedroom. He wandered idly around the room, touching her blankets, poking into her cosmetics case, running his fingers through her hairbrush. He stopped. Her hairbrush…her hair. DNA codes…the Tardis…holding the brush firmly in his grasp, he dashed back to the console. “It might work,” he shouted to the empty console room, “it just might work.” Frantically pushing buttons, and making calculations he muttered, “Hang on Rose, I’m coming.” Hesitating, he added “I hope.”

My sister knows this guy, so I looked up his video on the net...

This has got to be THE most boring flying video ever made in the history of...videos.

I mean, if the Wright Brothers had seen this, they'd of stuck to bicycles. It was filmed in the town of Cambridge, in nearby Washington County, NY, just outside of Manchester, Vermont.

WARNING: Do not watch this video while driving, operating heavy machinery, or having wild sex.

By the way, this was probably filmed at the Cambridge Valley Airport. One my sister's ex's used to work there, as a plane mechanic, and I used to go to the local pony club's tack swaps there, back in the 80's. It's actually a large model airplane...I'm guessing he's a member of a local model plane club, possibly, as they used to meet at the little airport, twenty years ago.

DALEK: "You are half-naked. You must be David Tennant. Wait. You are not David Tennant. Ex-terminate..oh, never mind."

Well, 25 years ago, a Saturday like this, if I wasn't working, I'd probably be out hiking with the dogs, right now. It's drop dead gorgeous out there--not a cloud in the sky. If I had money and a car, I'd get in my car and drive the 50 miles down to Albany for the annual Tulip Festival (see previous post).

20 years ago, I might have been out working a flea market--or checking out yard (boot) sales for stuff to buy for our flea market booth.

10 years ago, I might have been walking about the village of Corinth, or going for a drive in the country.

5 years ago, I might have been on the road to a country antique or horse auction, or out...what else, checking out yard sales. I probably also was doing some studying.

2 years ago, I was hanging out at the dialiysis center, waiting for mum. After, we would probably gone shopping, and maybe hit some yard sales, later, if mum was feeling up to it.

Today, I'm alternately sitting in front of my computer, and cleaning the apartment.

It's Tulip Fesitval time, in the capital city of Albany, NY!

Began today. Mum and dad used to drag us to this every year. It was nice, actually. I always did like flowers--and there was usually horse-drawn rides, Italian fried dough booths, puppet shows, people in Dutch costume (Albany was originally a Dutch trading post, in the 17th century) and the pipe band and concerts...it was wonderful, really...still is, probably.

Being that my village borders the northeast side of the city, a lot of people assumed I was an Albanian--was not! I was very proud of our little village--even though Albany tried to lay claim to part of it--not to mention big old town of Colonie--who acts like they own the village, because it's in their precincts...the nerve of them, harumpt!

But, I used to--probably shouldn't admit to this, but...I used to play hooky sometimes, in my senior year of high school--take off early, catch a school bus to near the city line, catch a city bus downtown, hang out around the capital building (they used to have all these lunch wagons lined up alongside Capital Park for the state workers--not just hot dogs, either--fish & chips, Chinese, Italian/pizza, Mexican..it was great! Sometimes I'd go to the museum--probably the only kid in history who cut school to hang out in a museum, ey?

Anyway--today marks the first day of the weekend's annual Tulip Festival--been going on since, I think, before I was born. One year, our neighbour, Bishop Brown (Episcopal), had a niece who was Tulip Queen, and he graciously invited all us kids from the street up to the teahouse gardens at the old Sage mansion where he lived (behind our house), for all the free hot dogs and Pepsi we could drink. I say Pepsi, as that was the cola of choice, in our village, due to the fact that the bottling plant used to be there--and everyone managed to get a discount for special events. Coke didn't stand a chance, ha-ha.

So, here's a nice video--shot just a few days ago--of Albany at tulip time.

Incidentally, that really tall building--the Corning Tower--tallest building north of New York City--we had a mini-Doctor Who convention once, on the top floor's observation lounge. I''ve also been to the tip of the old state office building, which is breifly pictured--I remember that well, as it was the first time in my life, that I'd ever been up really high--and of course, unlike the tower, the old building's observation deck was outdoors. I was scared, at first, yeah--but I got over it the second time we went--but that first time, I was about 8 years old, and I made the mistake of looking down. Needless to say, I didn't do that again, ha-ha. .

I remember them building the Empire State Plaza--I was in first grade (1st yr) at the time--remember when it was just a big whopping hole of dirt! The convention center--or "the egg" as it's affectionally known--is great. I had my high school (12th yr) graduation in there--500 plus size class, it was really the only place we could have it. I also went to an Irish music concert, and saw Ten Little Indians performed there, as well.

Actually, I've gotta' tell you, love the song in this video. It was on America'a Top 40, when I was still young and hangin' around downtown Albany--brings back a few memories--nothing risque...didn't get totally corrupted by college (I went to an all-girl's school)...but I sort of skirted the edges for a year or two,

Found this video on YouTube--it's not great--kids on spring break--but, it's pretty accurate. When I had a car, I used to love going down (or up, depending on where I was living, at the time) to the city of Saratoga Springs. The shops on Broadway are really neat--tho' many of them are too posh for my budget--there's food available for every budget and palate, from Wendy's hamburgers to real Southern fried chicken at Hattie's Chicken Shack, Indian, Italian, Chinese, gourment..the restaurants are always evolving. Even the library is cool--they have a really neat coffee bar, a nice used book shop, very posh. And, for me, it's easy to walk the streets of Saratoga, all over, because there's few hills, and it's very compact. You don't have to walk forever to see the sights. That's a BIG plus for me and my flat feet, let me tell you.

Here's the video--it's watchable, if you don't mind American teenagers being...well, teenagers.

Well, I've stuff to do, if I ever want to get to bed, tonight

--got to tidy up for the landlords--soon to be ex-landlords, 'cause I can't pay my rent. Anyway, I need to lighten my mood, and what better than making fun of David Tennant. Why? because the guy's such a big old ham on camera--he just makes this too easy!! I can't resist, can't help myself...!!
"Must-make-fun-of-David-Tennant..."

"I'm a blinking professional, ey? Keep on smiling, even tho' I'm standing in dog poo..."

"What? 'David Tennant seen wearing red ladies knickers!' Oh, the Sun will print anything to sell a paper--I was not! I only wear them to bed once in a while..."

"Hmmm--what sort of daft thing can I say on a TV talk show? Oh I know: 'My face in your crotch."

Got an invitation in the mail today--first one in probably two decades--to a party. I can't go, sadly (no way to get there), but I would if I could.

I've two friends, two guys from Brooklyn/New Jersey--we used to live next door to each other, for about five years, around six years ago. I haven't seen them since mum died, unfortunately.

They are celebrating their 30th anniversary of partnership. Wow. Amazing. My parents stayed married for 32 years, and were never as happy as my two friends are. I've posted a letter of congratulations and wish them thirty years more--tho' that's unlikely, as they are both in ill health, I'm sorry to say, one from lung diease, the other from a hard past life of drinking, drugs and heavy laboour. But...you know, these guys are as rough around the edges as they come--but they are kind and caring and very interesting conversationlists--intelligent, funny and just...interesting. They've both been around, and it's great, as a writer, to just sit and listen to them talk--they gave me some great material for my English essays, ha-ha.

So, Congrats to my two buddies! Miss you guys!

I'm so incredibly knackered, right now. No cash for cabs so had to walk everywhere today: to the office for my check, the bank, the City Hall, the bus stop-twice over, once with heavy shopping bags--I'm just so very tired...and I got home to a notice that the apartments are being worked on, tomorrow, by the new landlords. That means, a thorough cleaning tonight, and no sleeping in tomorrow. Here's how I'm feeling, exactly, right now:

I want so badly, to just walk off into the woods--go on a permanent hike--and never ever come back. Literally, the only happiness I have tonight, is Boots--he's on the back of my chair, purring and burying his head in my hair--essentially, I'm, as I'm typing this, getting a "cat hug." And, I'm listening to the Dr Who soundtrack. But...I don't know. I so wish I could just...leave. Wish I had the courage, right now, just to walk away into those not-so-distant mountains, and tell life to go to hell. But...I don't. I'm a coward. It's not like there's anything to really keep me here--just the cats and my few naff old possessions--and a small mountain of dirty laundry. If I went on an permanent holiday, I could bid farewell to the long-term prospect of homelessness and hunger. Bit this internal pain farewell...not to mention the physical pain of the bad tooth and foot. Ah well...

It's Friday night, I'm alone with the cats again, broker than broke...I could, I suppose, go on holiday in my mind...remember past vacations, and imagine future one's, ey?

THE ONLY VACATION MY DAD EVER TOOK ME AND MUM ON, AN OVERNIGHT STAY AT THIS LODGE IN KILLINGTON, VERMONT. It was nice--if we had to have only one (in this case, that's literal) family vacation, this was a good choice. I only wish it had been for more than two days and a night, tho'.

I STAYED HERE FOR A LONG WEEKEND IN THE EARLY 80'S. It is now a summer camp for sick kids and their families, Hole-in-the-Woods, co-owned by actor Paul Newman.

IN THE SUMMER OF '80, I HAD A WORKING VACATION (emphasis on "working") AT THE OLD FAITHFUL CAFETERIA, IN YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK.

IN 2001, I WENT ON SUMMER SEMINAR WITH MY COMMUNITY COLLEGE'S INTERNATIONAL STUDIES PROGRAMME IN THE NETHERLANDS--WITH A LAYOVER IN ICELAND ON THE WAY HOME. FANTASTIC!!! My first time sailing, WOW!!! I was chuffed! The museums, the people..great stuff.

FOLLOWED BY HORSEBACK RIDING IN ICELAND--WHOO-HOO!!! I was beyond chuffed, ha-ha!

FOLLOWED BY A TRIP TO THE BLUE LAGOON--Only time in my life I truly ever felt decadent!

Egypt--well...that was a good/bad holiday. I mean, I got to do so much, ride a camel, ride a white Arab mare in the dunes above the Spynx at night, sail on one of those tradional Nile boats--and see some things the average tourist doesn't get to do--including two tombs (one, the workers tombs in Giza, one recent tomb in the Valley of the Kings) that were new and closed to tourists, thanks to our archaeology professor's connections--but on the other hand, I was horribly ill, had the roomate from hell, got yelled at for something I didn't even do, my mum and dad were both hospitalized while I was out of touch for 3 days on a Nile River cruise, in was minus 40--farenheight, not celcius--and our pipes at home, froze and burst, every dime in my savings account (which I intended to use to partly repay my student loans) was stolen in internet fraud while I was away (tho' I did regain a portion of it), and my dad died less than two days after I got home. So--yes, memories of a lifetime--and many bad memories mixed in. So, I get both happy and hurtful, when I remember Egypt.

As for where I'd like to go: Hmmm---

Well, Scotland and England, naturally. I've always wanted to do Mexico's Copper Canyon train journey--and, speaking of trains, who wouldn't want to take a tour on the famous Orient Express? I'd like to take a Windjammer crusie, or a canal boat or a ferry cruise, or a skutje on a Friesan lake again...something a little different. I'd like to return to Iceland, and really have a proper holiday--whale watching, snowmobiling to the top of a glacier, horseback riding and the blue lagoon, some museums, as well..maybe a flight over to Greenland, for a lark, ha-ha. There's this little bed and breakfast--I think in Nova Scotia or PEI, that not only gives carriage driving lessons--but also incorporates trips to the summer theater, as well--Now there'd be one lovely holiday, to my mind. And..there's Pompeii, the Greek islands, Chaco Canyon--the ancient pueblos of the mysterious Anasazi Indians...and, I read somewhere, that there's this dude ranch that does wagon train trips--cool! Then there's Austria, France, Prague..oh, so many wonderful places! Such a big world, so many things..and I've seen about as much as I'm ever going to see, I reckon.

Oh well..it's all only in my mind--but, I just had myself a nice little holiday, without spending a penny. Wow! What a trip!