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Arrgh!! Maybe not such a lucky penny...

by playwrite27 @ 29/07/2007 – 06:59:29 pm

So, I broke down, went to the laundromat tonight, after a 2-week absence. What a joke. Never been to this one before, but someone at work told me about it. Yeah...most of the washers were out of order--but manage to find four that are working. Get the wet clothes out, put them in the ONE remaining dryer (only four without "out of order" signs on them), and..the attendant comes up and says my dryer "doesn't work." Oh greaat! Lovely, fan-friggin'-tastic! And some gal had just put her wash in the only other three working dryers, and shoved tons of quarters in them, so I'd have a half hour to 45 minute wait for a dryer--screw that! So, I bundled up my wet clothes--the bag weighed at least 30 to 35 pounds, and went to ring a cab--oh, yes, the pay phone didn't work, either! So, I borrow some woman's mobile, and ring the cab company....a bit over 45 minutes later, they finally deign to show up--damn! Can't win for losing--and I hurt my back lugging the wet clothes up two flights of stairs, and now have a mess a wet clothes to drape all over my tiny little tip--erm, apartment.

And how was YOUR day? :'(

I found that 1919 penny yesterday, jokingly referred to it as my "lucky" penny..yeah, maybe not. Have I mentioned that life sucks, and then you die...?

Why I wrote an essay for my math final:

by playwrite27 @ 29/07/2007 – 04:40:42 pm

In my 2-year college, you couldn't graduate without passing math. I took math 5 times--four times, before it was discovered I had dyscalculia and arithmaphobia! So, I took private turoring for a semester with my math professor, and then she wrangled me an exception--a waiver to not take the maths final, and instead, read an essay book on maths and also write an essay on what I learned from the book--got an "A" on my final--my first one ever in my entire 42 years of life, in math! I like algerbra, but brain damage as a child, procludes me doing all the mind processes required for abstract math logic. I also can't do "reverse" (subtraction, reciting things backwards, backing a car) well, either.

Anyway, here's my quiz results:

Your IQ Is 100

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average

Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius

Your Mathematical Intelligence is Average

Your General Knowledge is Above Average

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

I'm the Genuine Article--mostly

by playwrite27 @ 29/07/2007 – 11:30:11 am

You Are 73% Real

You know who you are, and you're pretty darn comfortable with yourself.
Like everyone, you struggle with the parts of yourself that aren't so great...
But you're good at accepting who you are and not dwelling on your faults.
As a result, you're confident, optimistic, and very real.

How Real Are You?

Confident and optomistic? Moi! 88| Not blinking likely...and, I can't spell.

Dr Who: The Killing Frost, Ch 7

by playwrite27 @ 29/07/2007 – 11:16:10 am

NOTE: Because of the delay in chapters, if anyone is reading this story, you can always look up previous chapters as well as the other Who stories, by searching the tags: "Doctor Who," "BBC" and "Writing."

Doctor Who: The Killing Frost

CHAPTER 6: The Process

The Doctor regained consciousness slowly. “Murrph.” He groaned, trying to focus his mind. Movement, vibration, the sound of tyres on pavement, the rattle of what felt like a truck, possibly a lorry, but he couldn’t tell for sure. The Doctor tried to move, but could only just barely raise his head. It was as if he were paralyzed, his limbs were numb, as if he’d been locked in a freezer for a long while.

The Doctor's face was pale, and his eyes didn’t seem to want to focus properly. He realized that the gun’s setting must have been set on maximum stun--so they wanted him alive. But why? Before his mind could stir up any further questions, he blacked out again.

Martha stood rooted in the doorway of the cellar, staring at the horrific scene. Scores of people--men and women, from young teens to senior citizens--were all jammed together in cages. With alarming regularity, one of the Martian warrior things would push one person out of the cage with what looked very much like a cattle prod. Each person would cry out and jump at the shock, and the press of people in the cages made it virtually impossible to avoid the painful jabbing. But it was what happened next that really shocked Martha.

One at a time, each person was lead to a small transparent booth. Two clamps automatically held them fast, while three micro-thin clear rods were inserted into their brains--at which point the person screamed in agony.

Then, pulses of luminous neon green liquid ran through the rods, directly into the brain, causing the person to have painful multiple seizures. In less than five minutes, the person was seemingly reduced to a zombie-like state. The final process involved the insertion by another warrior, holding a tiny gun-like device, of what seemed to be a microchip, into the base of the skull.

Martha looked at the Ice Warrior guarding her. “These people--what are you doing to them? Why are you hurting them? You don’t need to do this!” The guard merely glanced at her, then turned away indifferently. Another warrior approached them. He pointed at Martha. “She will be placed in holding pen three. The one called the Doctor has been neutralized. This female will be processed with the others.”

Martha looked around for a means to escape. But there was none. The door behind her had been slammed shut and was now guarded by two warriors with guns. Martha felt herself being pulled towards a steel mesh cage, packed full of terrified people.

Warning to Blog UK users--new hotmail problem

by playwrite27 @ 29/07/2007 – 10:42:58 am

Well, the new Hotmail Live really is lousy...it won't load any pages with links to blog.co.uk!

It will just take hours to load ANY pages from blog.uk--have any other members that have this new hotmail live foisted on them, had this problem as well?

If you use blog.uk regularly at all, I'd stay clear of the new MSN Hotmail Live. Really, it's no good at all! Oh, it looks nice, but what are looks if you can't access your e-mails? I can read them, but if I want to click a link in the mail....no go. It's basically like having bad dial-up (I have highspeed cable modem, btw). It just totally blows, Hotmail Live.

So, I'm going to have to spend this week, setting up a brand new e-mail account somewhere, just for this website. What. A. Drag. I don't want to use my yahoo.com account, as I prefer to leave that for junk mail and less important stuff.

Well, I woke to some happy news, goingsomewhere made a banner to display on her blog, re: my naf little charity thing. And, another blogger and friend, very generously donated 15 pounds to Accord today. That's got me gobsmacked, that does. Profuse thanks to my friends--and to ajinspecer for his assistance. I'm now at 4% of my goal, with 20 pounds earned! Only 480 pounds and 92 days to go! :wave:

Oddly, someone asked yesterday, if told Mr. Tennant what I was doing. Ey? :-/

Bit of a strange question, that. I couldn't access the e-mail, so here's my reply, here: the thought never even entered my mind. Even if the gentleman was accessible, which he isn't,not to someone like me, I wouldn't do that--the poor guy just lost his mum. It's been a bit over a year and a half for me, and I'm still trying to cope--the young man's got enough on his plate right now, without the likes of me, bugging him. Trust me, it's not a big deal, really. Other sites are raising thousands for Accord--which is fantastic, I think. This is just a tiny little thing I'm doing, and while I want to get the word out, I'm not looking for any "brownie points", as we Yanks say. I'm just doing this...to do it. That's all. Anyway, this is just a blog thing, set up for my two blogs, and as far as I know, even the folks at Accord, don't know I'm doing this--and that's fine. Really, I'm just doing this to give myself something positive to do with my life, and that's, while not my sole, it is my primary motivation.

Whew! It's a scorcher out there, today! half-past eleven on a Sunday morning, and it's already 24 C--feeling like 26 C, with the humidity. It's supposed to get up to 28 C, by this afternoon, with the old Turkish bath humidity turned way up. Yuck.

Woke with a stomach ache this morning--that'll teach me to eat a late dinner of tinned chili and a packet of Smoking Cheddar BBQ Doritos. :**: Church is starting late today--must be on summer hours, now...the Presby church's bell is ringing, and it's well past the usual 9.55 start time. Huh.

I went out on the balcony to water the flowers, Boots joining me, we weren't out there long, the blazing sun drove us both back inside.

Have to work today, 2 to half past five, then it's off to the laundromat on South street, after. Yeah, I do lead an exciting life. As of today, I've not been out of the city of Glens Falls or more than 2 miles beyond, to the neighbouring suburb of Queensbury in 8 months and 28 days! Yes, I am going a bit potty, of late. Do you blame me??? The city's un-official slogan is: "There's nothing at all, in Glens Falls." And brother, they ain't kidding!

DRABBLE-A-THON: DAY 8 STORY #8

by playwrite27 @ 29/07/2007 – 02:44:57 am

Drabble-a-thon for Accord Hospice in Paisley, Scotland. Day 8.

100 one-hundred word stories, in 100 days--can she do it? I'm sure gonna' try!

Please consider supporting my efforts with a donation to this fantastic charity:

http://www.justgiving.com/nbgolash

Drabble-a-thon story #8

Mac's Last Ride

Mac was leading his weary horse across the desert. Sweat soaked his shirt, the merciless sun beat down. Mac was tired. He’d been running from the posse for days now. Suddenly, a shot rang out. He swiftly remounted the appaloosa. There was twenty-five thousand in gold in his saddlebags, he wasn’t about to lose it.

The second bullet found Mac as he hit the saddle. He fell. Staring up, he saw the ranger standing over him. “I sent the posse away. I want that gold.” Grinning, he added, “I always wanted to see Australia.” The pistol spoke, and Mac died.

More Late-nite ramblings

by playwrite27 @ 29/07/2007 – 12:37:45 am

I was quite tired from shopping--blood count's still low enough to tire me easily..so about an hour after coming home, I went to bed and passed out for about four hours..I mean, I was totally snockerd. Had some weird dreams, as well-I dreamed...and I haven't seen this show in decades, mind--that I was with the Knight Rider car team (????) and we were racing around some dirt track somewhere, against the bad guys, who had all these big-rig semi trucks, coming after us around the track, and I was helping the good guys escape from the bad guys...where the heck did THAT come from??? I've not even seen or heard about Knight Rider in at least 20 years or more! Haven't even thought about the show, at all, in all that time! That truly was...umm---really weird, that dream...any ideas?

Something neat happened, while out shopping. After finishing the shopping, I dug some change out of my pocket--and found a wheat-ear cent from 1919! How cool is that? What are the chances, do you think, of that happening? I thought it was pretty neat. I put the penny in my wallet for luck. It was incredibly worn, and dinged up, so probably not worth anything--but still, that was really cool to find. (What can I say, I'm easily amused these days.)