I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Geez--it's hot in here--81 F outside, but 88 F in my bedroom!

I have to finish the housework, but am loathe to move--sticking to everything, it's so humid in here. I hate this weather, wish it was cold again. It wasn't so bad when I had an air conditioner and a lake and/or river, with a public beach nearby. But have neither, now, so I just have to be uncomfortable and deal with it.

I am deeply sad Mr Tennant's leaving--but also, very happy for him. Hamlet would be a great role for him, I must admit. He must be very much looking forward to that.

I loved studying Hamlet, back when I was 44, during my summer class in World Lit. I got to watch the movie twice, besides reading the play. Despite having to drive the hour drive on the two-lane road to my school in Vermont, four days a week, in the hot July weather, behind long lines of senors in whopping huge caravans, with no air conditioning in my car, and then--having to roast in a hot classroom for 3 hours...it was a great class. We studied other stuff, as well, but the prof was really into Hamlet, so I got a lot out of it.

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It has been confirmed that Mr. Tennant will be performing with the RSC, next summer. He will be playing Hamlet--congratulations to him for that, and also will be doing a small part in another Shakespearean play, as well.

Alas, therefore this news is also confirming that Series 4 will be his last stint as the Docctor. (There's no way he can do both at once, unless the filming/broadcast schedule drastically changes--and somehow I don't foresee the BBC doing that).

He's not leaving yet, tho', and DT fans and Whovians alike, will have one more year to take in the wonderful performances of this highly talented and brilliant young actor, who has come to win the hearts of Whovians and non-Whovian's, all across the globe.

Well, it's nearly 1 in the afternoon, and I'm still in my jim-jams. First time I've done that in a while, I think. I don't necessarily feel better, but I do feel more rested than I have in several days.

Charlie's being such a big baby lately, especially when I have to leave for work--he flops down at my feet, rolls over on his back (not a mean feat for my little bowling ball with fur) and rolls his pale soulful eyes pathetically at me--like that horribly sad-eyed look that Puss-in-Boots gave Shrek in the 2nd Shrek movie. God! They do know how to make you feel guilty, don't they?

I don't know what's got into him--he keeps picking on Flame for no reason--she doesn't like Charlie, and he knows it, so he deliberately teases her--stands close and stares at her, or just...purposely annoys her....then she spits and hisses at him, and he pouts and mewls--and if I yell at him to leave her alone, he will stalk off, crying piteously,in his squeeky little cat voice (why such a big cat, meows like a mouse, I've no idea) as if to say, "you don't love me anymore!" Kids! What are you going to do with them?

GLENS FALLS WEATHER AS OF 12:56PM EST:

80 °F / 27 °C
Haze
Humidity: 64%
Dew Point: 67 °F / 19 °C
Wind: 4 mph / 6 km/h / 1.5 m/s from the South
Pressure: 29.96 in / 1014 hPa (Steady)
Heat Index: 82 °F / 28 °C
Visibility: 6.0 miles / 9.7 kilometers
UV: 9 out of 16
Clouds: Clear - Hazy

So, I'm off to have what I'm laughably calling "lunch"---in this case, sliced hot dogs and corn in BBQ sauce, over toast, before doing the house chores. Today and tomorrow, I only work night shift, and Saturday off, so I am getting a bit of a rest, thank goodness, as I sorely, sorely need one.

Well, for some reason, I just could give a damn about writing in my blog, tonight--I feel a bit weird, and mysteriously depressed, today. Nothing I can really put my finger on, mind, just..a bit..off.

I've developed a twitch in my bad (right) eye, the one that I'm very marginally blind in..not sure what that is about. Not a bad twitch, just a several times during the day, I was having trouble seeing out of it. Might be just this cold that wants to start, but I'm managing to beat off, so far.

Wrote story number 40 tonight--a somewhat moronic Dr Who story...in my present funk, it's a wonder I was able to write anything. I wanted it to be funny, but it was just..stupid. Oh well. At least I wrote SOMETHING for day 40.

I'm not sure why I even decided to do this--now I'm stuck with it, and must see it through, of course, but it is a bit wearing, having to commit to writing a "fresh" story each day--my feeling is that if written in advance, this would hardly be a "challenge"--which is what it's meant to be. I mean, I'm very obviously not going after the Guiennes Book of World's Records for Drabble writing, but on the same token, the words "writer's challenge" wouldn't hold much meaning--in my mind--if the stories were all written well in advance of each day's blog entry. At least, that's how I feel.

I've not had a donation or new sponsor for Accord, in several weeks, so I have come to the realization that I'm getting all I'm going to get, so I've stopped asking for sponsors, and am just concentrating on writing the stories. I tried using my naf journalism skills to write a press release (I got an A- in my Public Relations class, but you'd never know it), but most of them got rejected, so I put a halt to that. I get, as a rule, less than 10 views a day--and okay. It's done all it can do, so I'm just cranking out stories for the next 60 days and acknowledging that I've gone as far as I can go with it. And, that's okay. I mean, I'm just one woman, sitting alone in my tiny apartment--usually after night shift is done, writing these daft little stories--and maybe, if one or two people a week, just visit Accord's website, then that's fine. At least I'm not just sitting here, petting a cat and playing cribbage on the computer, or re-watching Dr Who for the umteenth time (not that I mind that, ha-ha)...maybe that the best I can ever hope for...I don't know. But...no whinging, no complaints from me. I'm very grateful for my friend's support and caring, and that makes it all worth while.

But some days--or rather, usually, nights/mornings...I admit, I do dread having to think of a story to write. I'm only human.

"Tell me a story, Master?"

Well, I ain't got nothin' to say (My gosh, I have been ringing up the deep south too much, of late), but...I have a joke for you.

Q: What's the difference between a Scotsman and a Rolling Stone?
A: A Rolling Stone says "hey you, get off of my cloud!", while a Scotsman says "Hey McLeod, get off of my ewe!"