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Posts archive for: 31 July, 2007
  • Borrowed from GilraaenH, who got it from Meno:

    Shakespeare or the Bible: No contest, sorry God, but Shakespeare, hands down.

    Most romantic quote in fiction: I can't remember the quote--okay, I'm on my lunch hour here at home, and don't especially feel like wandering over to the book case to look it up--but, it's from Wuthering Heights, the final kiss at the end--or, if you you haven't read it, the last kiss in the film--the old B&W one, with Lawwrence Oliver as Heathcliff. And, they didn't need any disgustingly loud snogging noises, to make their point, either, back then.

    Favourtie word: Don't have one, that I know of--I like 'em all--except certain cuss words, and the word "debt," don't like that one, not in the least--oh, or the word, "fired," and "eviction," that's a nasty word, as well.

    Most underated writer(s): No clue. I absolutely don't follow--or honestly care-- who's overrated or underrated, I just read whatever grabs me at the moment, so I have no idea who's popular and who is underated. I suppose, if I were a librarian, I'd have to know, but I'm not.

    Best Meal in fiction: In The Walking Drum, the main character went to a lavish MiddleEastern dinner party in Medieval Spain: Carra bige--chopped nuts mixed with sugar and melted butter, rolled in a pastry and baked and served with Natif--a fluffy mix of sugar, egg white and orange flower water, rice with sour lemon sauce, Egyptian pilaf, Egyptian fritters called shebach, two kinds of olives, artichoke hearts fried in batter, kebaeba--made w/ beef, pine nuts and crushed wheat, smoking hot skewers of lamb, veal and beef kebabs--served with a wide variety of sauces, a Syrian dessert made from quince, cardamon seeds and and ground almonds, rose jam, wine from Greece, Italy and Portugal, coffee with sugar. Now THAT'S a meal!

    Favourite novel in translation: One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

    Favourite Children's Book: (two-way tie): Afraid to Ride, C.W. Anderson, King of the Wind, M. Henry.

    Current bedside book(s): Shakespeare as Dramatic Artist, and Players, by Terrence Dicks (Dr Who).

    Sexiest book(s): Don't have one. Not important to me...tho' I did read one rather erotic romance novel, back in the 80's that got me a little hot and bothered, about this 18th Century woman who's kidnapped off a sailing ship to become a Sultan's love slave, but in turn gets kidnapped from the sultan by a rival nomad prince--and what ensues...whew! Made "Casenova" look tame, by comparison, ha-ha. Hey, I may be an old maid, but I ain't dead!

  • Dr Who Captions for Tuesday

    Got a long day today--10 to 10 split shift, again. Thought I'd start the day with a little modest humour.


    NURSE: "So, John, what's this 'genetic transfer' you dreamed about?" JS: "I think it's also called, 'snogging.'


    "Okay, who's bright idea was it, to feed the crew beans and cabbage for lunch?"


    In this episode, the doctor defeats the monster by singing (I'm Gonna' be) 500 Miles, very loudly, off-key.

  • There IS Global Warming

  • Accord Hospice Drabble-a-thon: Day 10

    Here I am again, day 10, story #10, of Drabble-a-thon, for Accord Hospice, in Paisley, Scotland. Please help out this fantastic charity, by sponsoring me with a small donation. It's easy and totally secure. Just click on one of the links at the top of each blog page--Justgiving.com will donate funds direct to Accord, and they do take credit and debit cards. For those in the UK, there's also a telephone number, if you have a cash donation.

    Thanks for your support, everyone, bless. Your great kindness is very much appreciated.

    DAY 10

    STORY #10

    Some Things Never Change

    Bill gazed at the lake’s dark waters, the dense forest surrounding it. His wife, Alice sat beside him in the canoe, eying their Indian guide. The tall warrior paddled across the wide lake, towards Bill’s new cabin. “You be quiet,” he commanded, “lake spirit no like noise. Spirit will waken, rise up, smash canoe--we drown.”

    The lake was deep and cold. The Indian paddled in eerie silence. Abruptly, Alice spoke loudly, “Why’s it so quiet?” The warrior froze--then shrugged and kept paddling. “It alright,” the Indian said, “spirit knows woman can’t shut up for more than five minutes.”

  • Barrowman shags David Tennant!

    I needed a good laugh, and this did the trick.

    Many thanks to L__, a devoted DT fan, who sent me the link to this clip. (Why does everyone think I'm a DT fan, for pity's sake? I love his acting, and as I've said, he seems a charming young man--but he's too young for me, and I don't have a single fantasy about the man--okay, well there was this time, once, lying in my hospital bed, bored... ;D )

  • End of a long day...wel..almost.

    Hey, I must be doing something right--just Googled "Accord Hospice"...and I'm listed in the number 6 spot on Google's search engine--Hey, I made it to Google's top ten, when it comes to accord! Not bad for only 9 days on in this fund raiser--and I couldn't have gotten there without the help of my blog friends.

    So, just got home from work, about half-past ten. Shoved one of those $2 Dinty Moore's roast beef and mashed ready meals in the microwave, along with some frozen peas, had a quick supper, and now..here I am.

    I'm sooo--tired! I was stumbling over my scripts tonight. Only two sales all day, not good. They don't pay me to not make sales. Oh well. Got some oddballs, as usual:

    ME: "Hello, may I please speak to Harold?"

    WOMAN: "No."

    ME: "Well, Is there a good time I can reach him?"

    WOMAN: "He ain't here now."

    ME: (thinking--"Okaay, then, gonna' be one of those calls) "Is Mr. _______ still living at this address? I'm calling from his _________club."

    WOMAN: "He don't get that no more."

    ME: "Oh. May I ask, was there a problem with his membership, do you know?"

    WOMAN: "No. He died."

    And that, folks, is a conversation with your typical "average" American. Any wonder why I long to flee from my country?

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