I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Before I head out over to Cooper Street to do the dreaded weekly shopping and bill-paying, here's a few Who captions for Saturday--kinda' lame, but no one's perfect, ey?

"So, Martha, I've this burning question I've been meaning to ask: what kind of underwear are you wearing?"

"Blimey! What'd I say? That Martha sure packs a mean punch. Gives new meaning to the expression, 'numbnuts'"

What the series will be like without RTD writing them, Part II:

Terminal 42: In this episode, the doctor spends the entire 42 minutes, trying to decide what tie he should wear, causing Martha to slip into a terminal coma.

Sorry for the absence yesterday, but I've been a bit under the weather--physically and emotionally.

But, I thank you all for your caring and support. It means the world to me, believe that. It's always good to know you're not completely alone.

And thanks for all who are lending encouragement to me, in my drabble-a-thon/Accord Hospice endevors. To date, 5 pounds ($10) has been raised in the last 7 days.

I offer a dedication today:
A song, going out to Amy and others with CS, cancer patients everywhere, and also to all those with an end-stage or chronic illness or whom are suffering from severe depression--and the loved ones and others, who care about them:

lANDERS IS BLOGGING FOR AMY!

Read more about it, and hopefully, support, Landers in this most worthy cause, and help raise funds and awareness for young Amy.

http://bloggingforamy.blog.co.uk/2007/07/28/8_trimmed~2717338

NEW YORK'S ADIRONDACKS, NORTHERN HUDSON RIVER, SUNRISE.

News today out of the good ol' US of A:

Our government is going to be selling arms to Saudi Arabia and its neighbours--bearing in mind folks, than a large portion of the 9/11 terrorists, and many of the suicide bombers in Iraq, are FROM Saudi Arabia! Well, gotta' pay for the war that isn't a war (remember Bush's "Mission Accomplished" speech?) you know.

Also, the astronuts are actually just a bunch of space winos! Yes, they like to party, it's been reveled, both before, after, and on, their way to the stars--the space station is really just a pub in outer space, you know...Club Moonshine...

And...it's been let out that FEMA--the Federal Emergency Management Agency, who dealt with housing homeless Hurricane Katrina victims, KNEW that over 100 of their mobile homes (caravans) were leaking toxins (formaldehyde to be specific), but said they "RATHER NOT KNOW." Because, that would mean that they'd have to condemn over 100 brand new mobile homes and buy some more. Better to let innocent men, women and children, who have already suffered greatly, better to endanger their lives even further, inhaling cancer-causing, potentially fatal toxins, than have to shell out more funds for new homes--extreme capitalism of the military-industrial complex...aren't modern American democratic values wonderful? And the neo-con run government at the time, said they were God-fearing---yeah, well, with attitudes like this, they'd be better to be afraid of the Devil, I say.

Please consider sponsoring me in my efforts to raise funds for Accord Hospice, in Paisley, Scotland. http://www.justgiving.com/nbgolash

My main fundraising page can be seen at: http://nbgolash.blogspot.com/

DRABBLE FOR SATURDAY, 28TH JULY, 2007:

DAY 7, STORY #7

The Ancient Circle

The clash of swords rang out in the vale. Brother against brother, the flash of blades, the crimson blood, amid a lasses’ gentle sobs. She loved them, heart and soul. The blades bit into leather armor, as the sweating boys fought to win their voluptuous prize.

The girl, as young and tender as the spring grass, watched her lovers bleed. The boys, whose passion, outweighed their love for each other, fought to a standstill. With a single stroke from each blade, coming down as one, they died. The sobbing lass lay across their still-warm bodies, drew dagger, and joined them.

I'm not obsessed with my blog stats, but do check them several times a week. The madness continues with the page views, it seems: Yesterday--2,468 page views. Today, even more--and it's only 11.00am here--2768 page views, so far...if this is a search engine robot, it's getting a bit carried away, as I have less than 1500 blog entries since September! Very strange...

(By special request--someone asked for some Who humour):

WHAT THE DOCTOR SAID, WHEN...

What the third Doctor said, when he accidentally reversed the polarity of the neutron flow:

"Whoops!"

What the forth Doctor said while he and Leela were being chased through the sewers by a giant rat:

"I hope that was a rotting janus thorn I just stepped on!"

What the fifth Doctor said when he and Tegan were visiting a pub in the outback:

"I said a cola! Not a Koala!"

What the ninth Doctor said when Rose asked what was in his trouser pocket:

"Guess! It fits in my hand, and vibrates when I press it..."

What the 10th Doctor said when he first saw the devil in the Satan Pit:

"Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?"

Just a quick snippet, that my e-mail (hotmail.com) is back up and running, thanks!