I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

It seems rumours that actor David Tennant has become addicted to the highly caffeinated Starbucks coffee are true, as witnessed by the above photograph.

What Doctor Who would be like, on a budget of 500 pounds, 25 P:

In this episode, the Doctor is in danger from alien dental floss.

In this episode, the Doctor must battle with a leak in the Tardis's upstairs loo.

And, in the series finale, the Doctor learns that he has gotten himself pregnant, by staring too long at a picture of the Pussycat Dolls in the nude.

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Exclusive! Here we see a photo of the official new US military salute--to be given during state dinners, and other White House functions involving foreign dignitaries.

Bush is said to have thought of the idea, in a meeting with former Prime Minister Tony Blair. It marks a new era in US diplomatic relations. A Bush spokesman says that the purpose of this new salute is, "to bring the USA to it's lowest common denominator--therefore eliminating the need for common sense thinking and good verbal skills."

NY state politics are much the same as elsewhere in the globe--mudslinging, backbiting, petty accusations, petty theft, etc.

Our new democratic state gov--former state attorney general, Eliot Spitzer has been in the news for going after the state's number one Republican blowhard, a guy named Joe Bruno.

Now, there's the news that a major player in the republican party--a consultant who's worked with Nixon, Regan and Bush--has made a threatening phone call to Spitzer's 80 year old dad, a real estate millionaire--over the fact that dad loaned his son funds years ago, to help repay campaign debt--which may or may not be illegal (still up for debate, it seems).

This republican left a nasty threating message on the elder Spitzer's answering machine, swearing profusely, and threatening to have the man hauled in and arrested, unless he came clean about the loan, publicly.

When charged with making the threatening call--recorded on tape and traced to a residence owned by this republican, the republican claimed:

1. that the residence was being rented by "some Spitzer supporter."
2. That that wasn't his voice
3. that someone "must have gotten into the apartment and used it" (the apartment phone).
4. that someone must have played an elaborate hoax, just to discredit him and somehow managed to make it appear it was his voice and phone number...
5. and he's going to pay someone to have the recording analyzed...(yeah, that'll be an unbiased analysis, do you reckon?)

Ah, politicians--gotta' love their sense of outrage and denial, ey?

Really...no.

Anyway, some fangirl e-mailed me this pic--found it in my in-box this morning, along with a couple of standard pics. She says she likes the pics of chose of him, to put on my blog, and apparently wanted me to have these, as well.

I swear--I did not go surfing for a pic of David Tennant's crotch, on my honour I didn't! At least, the sender, dtfanaticgirl14 (I'm thinking the "14" stands for her age) had good intentions...however misplaced. I'm too old for this fangirl stuff...besides the fact, however much I like the man, I'm just not physically attracted to him, at all. I'm not sure why some people think I should be. He's just an average looking bloke, to me.

Nice to know that at least he wears clean underwear...well, you can't see any skid marks, at least. Man, this guy's so white, you could shine a torch on him and use him as a homing beacon.

Okay, here goes, a young David Tennant's undershorts--hope you're not eating lunch, folks.

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I loved this song, when it first came out! Still do. Add in Dr Who--good video.

I was thinking of this joke I read, once:

A cop was responding to a large traffic accident--no fatalities, thankfully--involving three truck drivers, a traveling salesman and a farmer with a tractor. The men were all standing 'round, looking at sports car, that was sitting alongside the road, just before the accident site.

The blond chick replied that she'd broken down and she was just trying to warn other drivers that her car had stopped. The cop asked, "Why didn't you just use flares?" "Don't have any," the blond said. "Well, the cop said, "you have tail lights--why didn't you just put on your emergency flashers?" The blond pointed to her...endowments, replying, "What do you think these are, officer?"

Well, very tired so off to bed. Got story number 33 down--I was remember gran's old Lane mahogany cedar chest, in the attic when I was small--in later years, I would dread dusting the monstrosity--it had side rails and the huge clawed feet and was a major pain to keep clean. But mum would always yell at us, not to go inside--that we'd die of suffocation rather quickly.

Well, we later were forced to sell the chest, to pay for moving expenses--our movers, on the day before, changed their estimate, leaving us 100 dollars short. So, nothing for it, but to sell to a dealer--who insultingly offered $20 for a chest--even damaged, that was worth well over $300, because it was a limited edition piece, and very rare--with a two-tone effect with two different coloured woods, a fancy backsplash and side rails--some real mahogany veneer, and solid cedar inside. Anyway, mum cried, having to sell it--but there was no hope for it--my last valuable piece, an antique cowboy saddle from 1890, had already been sold, and that chest was all the dealer was interested in. 7 years later, when I was flush again, I tried to find the chest, to buy it back--or, at least, find a match for it--but..no luck. Looked at every dealer for miles, the internet..no other chests ever surfaced. The chest was nearly one of it's kind, and I doubt I will ever see its like, ever again.

Anyway, thinking about that old chest..I thought of a story for my Accord Hospice story thing..so I sat down and jotting something off, I called, "The Lost Bride." www.nbgolash.blogspot.com/

Well, yawning away--another long day tomorrow--night everyone!

Taken from actual U.S. Military manuals, solider quotes and troop advice:

"The slipping gear could let your M203 grenade launcher fire when you least
expect it. That would make you quite unpopular in what's left of your
unit."
- Army's magazine of preventive maintenance.