I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Where do cows go, when they go out at night? To the Moo-vies of course!

Why did the cow jump over the moon? Because the farmer had cold hands.

Why don't cows have money? Because the farmers milk them dry.

Why do cows wear bells? Because their horns don't work.

Why don't cows listen to you? Because it goes in one ear and out the udder.

What do you call a cow that plays a banjo? A moo-sican

What sound does an exploding cow make? "COW-BOOM!"

Why does a milking stool have only three legs? Because the cow's got the udder.

Why did the cow go to drama school? To become a moo-vie star.

What do you call a cow eating grass? A lawn moo-er.

What do you call a cow that can't give milk? An udder failure.

Well...day's shot again. I had just bagged the laundry this morning, bent over to pick it up, got dizzy and fell over...thankfully not far. Hurt my bad foot, slightly, but other than that, I seem to be okay--but, means another day of taking it easy...which I'm sick of doing! I had weeks of taking it easy with the blasted foot, now, I've got this mystery illness...I don't know. I broke down and made a doctor's appointment--three weeks I have to wait. And, then, don't know if I'll be able to keep the appointment, on account of the cost of cab fare--no buses go to that part of the city--and the cost of the co-pay, which has gone up again--and if I need medication--forget it. I'm still unsure about making the rent, and I can't pay the internet bill, for June, so I'm likely going to lose my phone and internet service, by the way. No more blogging for me. I will miss my friends. I dread this, because without the internet--I really am, very literally, completely alone--morning, noon and night, 24/7/365. Having been there for months and months, after mum's death, that was my situation...and it was a very dark place to be in...I don't want to go there again, but fear, unless a miracle happens--or just some unusual good luck--that's just what will happen.

Anyway, I found one last outfit to wear to work today--pays to rummage about one's closet, ey? So, laundry tomorrow. I am still a bit light-headed, but the dizziness is gone. I had breakfast, and in a bit will do the washing up--I'm being cautious moving about the kitchen, for obvious reasons. But, the laundry's mostly bagged and ready to go, bed is made, bath is half-cleaned. Just going to take things nice and easy.

Well, I'm getting--possibly, a one-year deferrment on my student loan--which will keep the wolves away from my door--and my pay cheque--for a while--however, the big catch is, if I make so much as 1 dollar over poverty level, I'm screwed, and have to pay several hundred dollars at once. It's the old damned if I do, and damned if I don't. America sucks. They don't like us to be poor--but when we try to better our lives, they put all these clamps on us, and bog us down right off the bat, and don't give us a chance for breathing room.

I'm relieved over the potential deferrment--but at the same time, worried. The situation is so utterly precarious...I mean, my life, it's like literally living in a house of cards, all the time, day in and day out, month after month. I hate this, I hate living like this so much. I would give anything--sell my soul to the devil--for just a little stability and financial security...but, that's a pipe dream. I may be a fool, but I'm not a blind one. I see things as they are, and it's not a happy future, I'm seeing.

Now, I don't know what to do! Do I apply for that job with Time-Warner--and risk being right back where I am now, by having this loan come down on my head right off? Or, do I stay where I'm at, and risk homelessnes? Or will I be homeless, no matter what I do? I've figured it out. In order to keep afloat in this life, I'd have to make at least 23 to 25 thousand dollars a year--I make less than 12,000 (6000 pounds)--and the Time-Warner job would (maybe) boost that to 15,000 or maybe, 16,000...maybe. But even then, I don't think that would be enough...I don't know. I'm scared. No, I will never be afraid of death again, not ever.

Got an e-mail message this morning, regarding my Doctor's parents post. Seems that Russell T. Davies beat me to the punch, in regards to John Smith's parent's names.

Just ruin it for me then, why don't you Russell? Geez---This Dr Who confidential is a very nice concept--but they don't leave much to the imagination! They show all the little tricks and inuendos, and leave nothing for us fans to speculate on, or wonder about--except for un-aired episodes, that is.

I'm not sure how I feel about Confidential, sometimes. In one way, I like seeing the actor's take on how they feel about the show, how it's made, how they approach the character(s)...and it's sometimes nice to see the special effects--but...

the show also sort of kills one' suspension of disbelief..and loses some of the fun, in spotting little things--like the name of the Doctor's parents. I remember, in the mid to late 80's, our local club (400 some-odd members) used to meet one Saturday a month--and one of the things we'd do--and love doing--is pointing out things we'd noticed in the show, and also, discussing and speculating on the back story of the show. Confidential sort of kills that, doesn't it? It doesn't leave room (for those who can watch it--we don't get it over here) for this sort of thing--everything is explained, like we're a bunch of idiots, and won't pick up on this ourselves...which I mildly resent, quite frankly. But then, maybe I am an idiot...after all, I am an American...

Oh, I don't think Mr. Davies, bless, does it deliberately--at least, I hope not--I think it's just that the guy is so hopelessly enthusiastic with the show, so in love with it, that he just wants to share everything with us fans. I mean, I would really like to think that's the reason for messing with our imaginations. But, who knows? He's a famous writer from Wales, I'm a poor nobody, no-talent schumuck from Glens Falls. What the heck do I know about anything?

SUNRISE, ON GRAND ISLE ON LAKE CHAMPLAIN, WHERE MY LATE MUM'S FAMILY ONCE HAD THEIR CAMP AT HERO, NY.

Well, it promises to be another nice day, high temp is 81 F (27 C) with clear skies. Since I'm up, reckon I'll get dressed and do the laundry early--that way I can always nap before work, when I get home, if I need to--and probably will. Night shift rots, but at least I have a job, ey?

Weather promises to be in the upper 70's to low 80's (F) all week, with, starting tomorrow, a 30 to 50 percent chance of storms. Ah well, maybe I won't need to water the flowers so much then. Kind of difficult--something I forgot to take into account when I put the flowers out on the balcony--have to cart the water from the kitchen, through the bedroom, into the living room, open the sliding window, and step through--2 1/2 feet off the ground--not easy with a bad foot and wonky knees--and bring the water out there. Bit of a drag, but the flowers--a hanging basket with a plethora of red petunias, flanked, one on either side of it, by a pot with a small orange gerainium growning in it--I was told by someone yesterday, that they looked nice out there.

Had some cold cereal for breakfast, and guess I'll go sort laundry, since I'm up. Going to be a long day.

Here it is, five in the morning, and I've not slept a wink all night. Not one bit of it. Too much tea and coffee yesterday? Some other reason? No clue. Felt restless and really funky all night, kind of..well, simply can't describe it...just...weird. Sort of like having an out-of-body experience, I suppose. Ah well, guess I can sleep in tomorrow, ey?

The sky is getting light, the first birds are chirping, no traffic on the street below yet, to speak of. I can see the dimly red reflection of the sun's first rays, on the tall spruce tree across the way.

I was thinking about last night. Apparently, I had accidentally saved a man's life. No joke. Several days ago, I'd bought a caramel, chocolate and peanut butter candy bar, and then realized that the sugar content was way over what I should consume, as a borderline diabetic, so I gave it to my night supervisor, instead. She tucked it away in her purse and forgot about it.

Monday night, she was lying in bed, when her husband reached over and grabbed her hand. He put her hand down on his chest--he was wringing wet. Apparently, her husband, a diabetic, had taken his insulin five hours after eating--not a safe thing to do--and his blood sugar levels had dropped so low, he was in very real danger of dying. My supervisor said that she gave him soda--no change. She gave him a couple of other sweets, nothing. His blood sugar was at a level where if it dropped any more, he'd be comatose. Then, she remembered candy bar. He ate it, and could taste it a little, and it worked. His levels became normal again, in minutes.

One diabetics loss was another's gain. Huh. Ain't life strange?

I was watching the Human Nature clip again--it's only 1 minute or so, the clip, but still--great acting.

In this clip, "John" says to his girl, that his parents were named Sidney and Verity.

Interestingly enough, the originator of Dr Who, was then head of BBC drama, Sidney Newman. And, one of the early producers (possibly the first) of Doctor Who was: Verity Lambert.

Nice little connection, ey? The Doc's parents are, in a way, the Doctor's parents. How cool is that?

Wonder how many of us Whovians have caught that?

"Aww-they were round and firm, couldn't help but want to squeeze them...I love a good melon, don't you?"

Well, that's a switch. Boots, who is normally a big baby and a genuine "scardy cat," is sitting in the window, watching the firemen and their noisy trucks, across the street. Apparently there's some sort of medical emergency, as the big "Rescue" truck and the paramedic car are down there. Boots is normally terrified of noise and activity--especially where men are involved. But for once, he's got his nose right up to the window screen, taking it all in, completely fascinated. I expect a full report from him later.

Came home, had my pot roast--mum's old recipe, that I'd made late this afternoon. Was starved, and ate it cold, beef, carrots, onions. Ohhh--so good! I used to ask her to make this for my birthdays, when we didn't go out for pizza--mum sure knew how to do a nice pot roast (braised beef). I'm eternally grateful to her, for having shared with me, the old family recipe.

Oh, look who's sauntered over to see me. Hi, Boots! He says he hasn't a clue what's going on, but hopes things will quiet down soon, so he can go back to sleep. He does love a good nap, my Bootsie.

Meanwhile, Flame is lying on her old blanket that she loves (besides sleeping on it, she also likes to play with it--slides around on the slippery material, and also wraps herself in it and kicks it with her feet)---right now she's in a very..erm..inelegant pose--is sitting upright like a person, hind feet spread wide apart, showing erm--well, it's not the attractive part of a cat I'm seeing right now.

I'm still slightly light-headed, have been all night, but feeling a bit better. Not sure what went on, last night. Might have been high blood pressure, diabetes, my heart, my woman thing...no clue. I've only fainted once in my entire life (over-heated in church when I was 15). I dunno'....just gotta' hope if it happens again, it doesn't happen when I'm alone, I guess.

I cracked up some people at work tonight. I had a War and Peace guy--one of those people who take ten minutes to grouse about something it would take most people 30 seconds to say--I mean, the guy wasn't coming up for air--"blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." So I put him on hold, put the mouthpiece in front of my face, and blew a loud raspberry into it. Everyone looked up, startled...and then burst out laughing, nodding their heads--they knew. Sometimes, you just have'ta, 'ya know what I mean?

To pass the time, I'm re-reading a Louis L'Amour book. I started reading some Shakespeare, but couldn't concentrate on it, for some reason. The Tempest. I started reading that, years and years ago, but have forgotten most of it by now. But I found myself, Monday afternoon, reading the same page three times, with little comprehension. So, I switched to something easy. Probably had something to do with my illness, I reckon--tho', of late, I'm finding I am making more and more mistakes in my writing, and that I suddenly can't seem to spell--words I never had trouble spelling before, are suddenly slipping from my grasp--it's a bit worrying, and that's no joke.

I think a lot of the typos may stem from the fact that I no longer have a desk, but must prop the screen away from me--on a small dresser top--and type with the keyboard in my lap--I can't seen the screen very well, on account of my poor eyesight, and that's a major hindrance sometimes, as well. Sometimes, I think faster than I type, and I wind up typing the wrong word or missing a word--which I hate doing. It saddens me, as I used to take great pains--and a small bit of pride--in trying to turn in perfect copy. Now: Ha! No more. It's gone.

I'm going to finish the night watching a Dr Who DVD. Can't wait to see Human Nature. This latest series of Dr Who is quite exciting...and all my innocent teasing of Mr Tennant aside--the man's really terrific. He's very energized in his performances, and seems to have both a good range, and a good use of subtlety--something I will never have--hence my very quick decision two weeks into acting class, never to be an actress. I'm trying, in my blog to do it more--but, truth to tell, I was never very good at opening my emotional Pandora's Box in public...not even in my writing--and certainly not on stage. I can't say how much I admire anyone who can do that, and Mr. Tennant seems really well set up for any theatrical challenge.

Hopefully tomorrow will see the final chapter of Run for Rose--and then I can finally put that story to bed. The chapter's half-done, I've just got to put the finishing touches on it. I don't really care for this story. It was more like work than, say, The Bodysnatchers--which was great fun to write, and also The Menagerie and some of the other stories. I've another in the re-write process, I may publish here, but not sure.

Well, I've had dinner, played with the cats, fed them, played with them some more, wrote in my blog and answered some e-mails. Time to watch some Who and then retire at 1am or so. Hope all my friends have a splendid day tomorrow.

"Playwrite27 said what about me??? I do not! I only put on ladies knickers when I visit a kebab house--kebabs really turn me on, ya' know."