I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Well, hope for me is now, just so much horse pucky. But..I will still be blogging until about the second week of June--hopefully my Dr Who story will be completed by then, for my two readers to finish, ha-ha. Wouldn't want to leave you wondering for the rest of your life, what happens next, ey?

Yup, it's been confirmed--no one can assist me. I'm not too good, today, but I'm trying. Somehow, growing up, it never occurred to me to say, "mommy, when I grow up, I want to be completely destitute." Five years of college, and I'm literally worse off than when I had only my high school (12th year) diploma. Life is nothing more to me, than a cruel irony.

Anyway, I'm trying to keep my mind off the nightmare. I suppose this must be how someone who's alone in an empty room, dying, must feel.

There's things I wanted to write but now will never do. Four or five short plays--daft and poorly written, I'm sure. Mostly, they're just notes for future reference, but one I did start--tho' it's only one page. One, was about the Salem witch trails, one I just talked about in my previous post, one is a modern adaption of the short story, "The Revolt of Mother," by 19th century New England writer Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, and one is about a famous actor, who gets arrested in a small back country town, full of quirky people, and has to do community service helping to run the little community theater--run by the judge's daughter, and the last is a short play I fiddled with, in which the ghost of Descartes magically appears in Thoreau's cabin on Walden Pond.

I also still have a couple of Doctor Who stories I'd never finished--one the current tale being re-published and finished off, on this blog.

Still..writing isn't everything, I suppose. I'm still breathing. Guess that's something, anyway, ey?

There's no denying, David Tennant really hams it up as Doctor Who.

Well, so, it seems, does this Dalek "of a thousand voices" :

I had this idea for a short play, and started drafting a few notes in February, but it looks now, like I'll never complete it. I got the idea from something I saw on the internet (pictured below, and the old film from the 70's that my sister was fond of, "Soylent Green". Here's some stuff I took from my notes:

So, with the huge increase of people applying for food stamps, welfare assistance, housing assistance, heating assistance and the like, the US federal government just can't cope. Afterall, they have a that multi-trillion dollar military fiasco in Iraq to pay for, and corporate welfare, and Congress's cradle-to-the-grave health and benefit plans to pay for, as well. I mean, what do these people want from their government? Food, shelter? The government's not their mother for pity's sake.

So, the Republican party has finally come up with a solution. Funded by the estate of the late Rev. Falwell, and radio talk show host Rush Limbaugh, A new political party has emerged: The Donner Party.

The Donner Party has this as it's platform: Use America's tired, hungry and poor as a new food source.

Think of the money they'd save! And, they could peddle this mystery meat as gourmet food, or sell it to the public schools cheap, or even import it to third world countries--they'd be rid of the money they had to shell out for food stamps and food pantries, Medicare, public housing assistance and the like, and make money from their new foodstuff. Capitalism at its finest! I mean, they eat horses, don't they?

In the mid-1800's, a wagon train of settlers, known forever as "The Donner Party," was lost in the Sierra Nevada's in heavy snow. To combat starvation, they began to eat the corpses of those who died.

Yup--I'm trapped in the elevator of life--"Going Down!"---ridin' that sucker all the way to the sub-basement. But hey, I'm doin' it with a smile!

Okay, admit this people, how many of you have farted in the lift? Ah, thought so. Well, then I saw this cartoon and it gave me a chuckle, thought I'd share it:

So, I'm off to Glen's Fall's "sticks out like a sore thumb" office building, to a lovely 9-hour split-shift of telemarketing. Gah! Yesterday, thought I did well, got 24 people in 5 hours to say they'd pay up--9 of whom actually did, over the phone. I was in the number 2 spot for most sales yesterday afternoon. Do I get a "Good job," a "Well-done," or even a "not bad?" No--I get a "you didn't meet your goal of 50 percent credit/debit sales."

My job sucks.

The Run for Rose

CHAPTER 7: Long-distance Call

For a moment, Rose and Jane’s eyes met. Rose’s eyes were wide with apprehension, while Jane’s eyes became focused, a soldier preparing to engage the enemy. Moments later, a tremendous boom reverberated through the entire house, rattling the windows and knocking bric-a-brac of of tables. With a frightened yowl, Doc ran from the kitchen and dashed under the sofa. After the noise died away, there was utter silence.

Trembling slightly, Rose nearly dropped the phone. Screwing up her courage, she asked “Who is this? What do you want with me?” The voice merely chuckled in response. That only made Rose mad. “Oh yeah, well just you wait ‘till the Doctor gets here. You won’t be laughin’ then!” The Voice stopped laughing. “He is coming, Rose Tyler. But you will never know that.” An bright green electrical charge came out of the phone. It enveloped Rose. She shrieked in pain and stiffened, falling to the floor.

While, by no stretch of the imagination, am I a material person, I am not sure one could classify me as an idealist, either.

There are some people, who make up for their scantiness of their material possessions, by putting themselves in a higher place: the convent, charity work, teaching, etc.

Me? Meh, not so much, I guess. I used to do volunteer work all the time, but that was when I had a life, ha-ha. Actually, several months ago, I went to the library, to offer my services--well, it's pretty much what I keep saying, about image I mean. I got the old look-down-one's-nose at the upstart chav who dared to express a desire to enter the world of posh yuppie-dom...or is that yuppie-dumb? I really hate sarcasm--I mean, I really, really, really hate it. I got, "Can you read?" I'm SERIOUS!!! DOH--no, I just hang around libraries to admire the artwork on the book's dust jackets. Sheesh! Actually...some of the artwork is rather nice...

But really, I am neither materialistic nor am I an idealist--I just...am me. And to be honest--I haven't a clue who "me" is, anymore.

Well, what adult Dr Who fan hasn't wondered--come on, be honest---what the Doctor and Rose truthfully got up to in the Tardis--and just why does the Doctor pine for her, so much...well, you are about to find out--here's a clip that was retrieved from the cutting room floor.

WARNING: Though the video is brief, it does contain ADULT CONTENT

Okay, it's really a fan vid, combining clips from something called, "Secret Smile," and "New Earth."