I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

The words engraved on our Statue of Liberty are somewhat of a joke, nowadays. To many Americans, the homeless are not even human anymore. If America's poor are treated like yesterday's rubbish, and virtually invisible--the homeless are treated worse, much, much worse. Is it any wonder, that I live in terror of it?

A while back, a wrote of the incident in Los Angeles, where a homeless man that went to (I hang my head in shame) the Presbyterian hospital there, for emergency treatment, was just left on the streets. Here's the aftermath of that genuine American horror story:

LOS ANGELES - Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center, whose discharge of a paraplegic man onto skid row earlier this year was widely publicized, says it will adopt new guidelines meant to end the dumping of homeless patients.

I'm not a big believer in horoscopes--they're fun, and sometimes--tho' only rarely--strangely accurate. Anyway, someone sent me mine, from Town and Country magazine:

You're probably eager to find out what's in your stars for 2007, since last year could hardly be described as carefree or easy. But being uncannily prescient, you're likely to already sense that your planets are shifting, and you're beginning to get out of the direct line of fire. Not that you've been discernibly ruffled or have let anyone know just how pressured and uncertain you've felt. Scorpios are fiercely private, and even if your inner world were crumbling to bits, you'd still manage to keep your characteristically cool and inscrutable facade in place.

Socially and romantically, you're feeling stirred up and adventurous as maverick Uranus continues its voyage through the most emotionally expressive angle of your chart. You'll be out and about, meeting intriguing new people who may very well change your life. Close—especially intimate—relationships hold an enormous potential to evolve and grow this year, so toss those old agendas out the window and focus on living entirely in the now.

All I have to say is, "Meh."

Wow!!! Maybe God did hear me, the other night! First, the worst of the pain left me, then...I was cleaning out my shoulder duffle, so I could use it for bringing back my shopping--and...(drum roll---long drum roll--oh, heck I can't leave my friends hanging...)
I found my October disability check in there! I never even remembered not cashing it (well I was just a tad in the throes of one of the worst bouts of depression I'd ever had in my life--and had been laid off from work and had other woes, besides...wow. I'd never not cashed a check before--and, it's STILL GOOD! It says right on there, "good for one year." And, it's for 659.00!!! I can pay the rent!!!

However, next month will be a challenge. I may have to lose my internet and/or phone service, as my hours are being cut--'tho I'm looking, later this week, into walking down to the day labour service---it's a legal street corner employment agency--you walk in, see if they have any work for you for the day, and if they do, off you go--it's basically temping for derelicts and the destitute. Not very pleasant work, usually, and the wages are below minimum wage--the company takes part of your wages as its fee, but it's work.

Despite feeling like , I have to go to the store. I decided that 18 dollars pay isn't worth being wiped out physically, for. I am so incredibly sore today--I think the abscess is building again..at any rate, talking on the phone is out, today--I have to enough of that tomorrow, I've decided my jaw needs a serious rest, if I want to do my job properly. Good thing I am not on radio or something, hate to think what my voice must sound like, this week--lots of mumbling, I suspect.

A couple of my co-workers are puzzled as to why work won't put me on surveys much--as they tell me, what I call my "working" voice, is very professional sounding--hell, that's just 30 years of answering phones, and a few acting/broadcasting lessons, anyone can do that--but really, I love doing survey work, and detest selling...but, I'm white collar cannon fodder--I'm stuck in the bottom rung of the business forever...and I'm not even all that good. About 3 or 4 times a month, I'll be in the top five, but that's not saying much. There's people that are in the top five nearly every day they work, about 5 or 6 of them, at least. No, I'm not put on surveys because of the same old story--image. It doesn't matter how good you are, if you don't have the looks, the outward personality, you're rubbish, plain and simple. It's just the way things are, in America--maybe everywhere, I don't know.

So, I'm off in a bit to the bus stop down the way. A long trip--It'll take about 4 hours to get a half a mile to the stores ,shop, lug the stuff back to the bus stop and wait for the bus--no exaggeration. In a car: 1 hour or less. I so miss my car! Have to do the shopping. No clue what I am going to be able to get. I'd hope to keep the food budget down to 10 dollars (5 pounds), but don't see that happening.

I will probably nap when I get home, as I'm quite exhausted from the pain and also from the emotional stress of trying to wrap my mind around all this bad stuff that's about to happen, that my life is over, I mean. Sorry, but that's just the truth. I know some of you want to help, but can't--and just knowing that you care, means so much to me, you have no idea--it's friends like you that really are the only thin that keeps me going--and I do so desperately want to just stop and get out of this life, this nightmare.

So, off to Save-a-Lot and the one dollar store...wish I could go to the Chinese buffet near there, I'm so hungry I could eat (excuse my while I cover their ears and whisper this) some sweet and sour cat.

Oh, I give up already!!!!

Another David Tennant fangirl e-mail!!! I mean, I'd almost rather have the tooth abscess!

Okay, okay, uncle. I give in. I had consigned the rude piccys of Tennant to my recycle bin long ago, but am still getting pleads for me to show them...how many weeks has it been? And I'm still getting e-mails from sex-starved teenagers...whatever.

So, here they are, and I hope you don't go blind looking at them. Although, I really do think he'd make a smashing hoisery model, really I do... He ain't no "Teninch" though, no way. Good thing I haven't anything to eat, I'd probably just toss it up again.

This is for you, "Davidsdreamgirl:"

Last night, I was the office celebrity. Usually, that honor falls to one of the musicians
or sports nuts in the office. Well, lately I've nearly been creamed several times while in the middle of a very well-marked crosswalk. It's state law that drivers have to give way to pedestrians--regardless of whether the light is red or green. It was the last straw when I came within inches of being nailed by some old geezer in a compact car, who breezed through the intersection like I was invisible. Ironically, he had a "God bless America" bumper sticker on his car. And this has being going on for months--but has been, for some reason, especially bad of late. Spring fever? So, I wrote a brief letter to the editor..and now everyone in the office is saying--"oh saw your letter..." Funny, didn't think it was that big a deal. Huh.

Here's all I wrote:

Crosswalk stopping is the law, not optional

We hear so much about the war on terror. Tonight, as I limped through a well-marked crosswalk, an older man in his little car just blew through the crosswalk like I wasn't even there. We spend billions to fight someone who we say has no regard for human life, what does what happened to me, and happens to others, say about our fellow Americans? God bless America? Sometimes, ya' gotta' wonder.

Doctor Who: The Run for Rose

CHAPTER 8: Freeze

Meanwhile, in the stable, Jane was having worries of her own. She entered the darkened barn, shining her flashlight in each of the stalls. The horses were all either quietly crunching their hay or simply looking curiously over their stall doors at her. There was no indication that anything had ever been wrong--which lead Jane to believe, after hearing the screams of the horses earlier, that something wasn’t quite right.

Jane raised the rifle, standing well back from the object of her extreme attention. She knew what it was, but she wasn’t about to take any chances. At the far end of the barn, stood the large blue police box she knew was the Doctor’s spaceship. Rather abruptly, the door swung inward and a tall beefy thug in a black leather jacket came charging out, carrying some kind of strange looking machinery. Jane’s finger tightened on the trigger. “Freeze!” She yelled.

The man stopped dead in his tracks and, raising an eyebrow, grinned at her. "Erm, yes, it is freezing in here. You should get some proper central heating." Jane stepped back but kept the gun’s sights trained on his chest. He just looked at her, seemingly unconcerned, “Uh, I’d raise my hands, but if I drop this,” he indicated with a nod of his head, the electronic device he was holding, “there would be a very loud bang, and I believe that I’ve upset your horses quite enough for one day--not to mention that this entire barn could possibly be blown to bits instantly. It’s rather delicate, you see.” He squinted at Jane in the murky light. “You know, you seem somehow familiar. Who are you?”

Not bothering to lower her weapon, Jane replied, “I think that’s my line.” The man looked unconvincingly chagrined. “Whoops. Sorry. Always seem to get that part wrong.” He shrugged. “Okay, I haven’t much time to work with here, so," he shrugged, smiling, "take me to your leader. That is the right line, isn’t it? Mind you, it’s a bit of a tired cliché, but, 'whatever', as you American’s say.” Seeming to be oblivious to the rifle, the man breezed past her. “Okay, then, lead on.” He opened the barn door, with Jane on his heels. “By the way,” he said with his back to her, “I’m the Doctor.”

I'm told that I can put a calendar, archives, etc on my blog page--but when I go into edit, it's all there on "content" but it never shows up on my page. Do I have to have a pro account to have a calendar, archives, etc. show up on my page? Or is it just broken? (The way my luck is running, I'm betting on the broken theory).

I am very tired tonight. I was going to blog earlier, but dinner took longer than I'd anticipated. I'm exhausted, and still quite sore--tho' most of my hearing is back, and I can swallow now. My fever was nearly gone this afternoon--99.6, but is a bit on the high side again tonight, 100--tho' that's considerably better than the 103 that it was, last night this time. But my jaw feels as if I'd gone a few rounds with George Foreman and lost.

Flame is bugging me to play with her--she's got this thing now, where she'll stick her paw between my--umm--well, let's just say it's a good thing I'm not a guy--she'll sit underneath my legs--which are propped up on the antique camp chair, and the paw will shoot up through the..erm...little gap, and try to grab onto the keyboard in my lap, to get my attention. Either that, or she'll tug at my pants leg incessantly and start whinging.

I was going to stop blogging as of tonight, but two friends asked me not to, and they've been good friends, so I will continue--if only intermittently, at times. Because of the tooth abscess, I don't have any days off this week, as I have to make up work hours, tomorrow. So, I'll be going nearly 14 days without a break--tho' I'm only working nights, next week, so I'll have all day--or much of the day, to rest and try and get myself well.

My job is a bit..odd, sometimes. Had a cat on answering machine tonight--no person, just tiddles: "Meow, rrrerow, meow, meeeoow.."etc. Oh good, I'm calling a cathouse. The hookers must've been otherwise occupied tonight, as they let their pussy answer the phone. Sorry, couldn't resist that one.

I was reading the Times Online today, about Welsh Dolphins--as if Welsh wasn't difficult enough to understand, now they want to translate it into dolphin? Anyway, in the article, I saw some words that I'd never thought I'd see in the same sentence before, "great tits," and "Buckingham Palace." Of course they were talking about birds...