I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Geez---first I get a freak posing as me on the blogs--now, I'm having a nice chat with my fellow Whovians in a chat room--and some idiot comes on, and keeps PM'ing me, asking me if I have big tits! Screw that. I'm going offline for much of the night, and play card games!

Well, it's been fun--not! This mouse is JUNK! I can't get it to work right--so am pretty much going to be limiting my computer time, from now on--and writing these stories is going to get a bit tricky, as I need my mouse to use the "tools" function, and copy function on Word. It's literally taken twice as long to write the story as usual, because I have to use both hands to manipulate the mouse--and I don't exactly have a computer desk--just a wood board on an upturned carboard box, to hold my mouse...the keyboard's in my lap--the screen up on a low dresser. Fun's not the word, here.

Anyway, I did manage to write something--not very good, but at least it's something.

I now have 7 sponsors and am at--if you look at my blog's header, 17% of my goal, with 85 pounds donated to Accord Hospice, in Paisley, Scotland. www.accord.org.uk

To sponsor me, just click on "DONATE" on the Justgiving widget in my blog header. To read the complete story collection, so far, click on the "100 stories" banner in my blog header.

Thanks for taking the time to read these stories. N.

DAY 15

STORY 15

The Mother's Curse

Tommy was ten, the day his foot caught in the rail track. The engineer hadn’t even tried to stop--hauling freight, and a schedule to keep, no time to stop for stupid boys. The engine, belching black smoke and sparks, ran Tom down like he wasn’t even there.

His weeping mother placed a curse on the trainman. The engineer laughed, just a hysterical mother. Two weeks later, he was driving at speed across a trestle--suddenly, saw a bright light. Instinctively, he swerved--sending his engine down a deep gorge. The glow changed, became the shape of a small boy.

In the news:

New Port Richey, Florida, USA:

A armless man with only one leg, was sent up for 5 years in prison. Why? Because he refused to stop driving!

The man had multiple traffic violations, yet persisted on driving, so, with the latest offence (not given), officers pulled him out of his car and put him in jail.

In addition to the driving charges, he was also sent up for 15 years, on un-related drug charges, as well.

The man told the judge at sentencing: "I'm really sorry, your honor." I'll bet.

Okaaaay, then....

While at Wal-Marts, there was a professional race car there, on display "Team Kleenex"--that's a brand of facial tissue, for those readers outside the USA.

Like many race cars, nowadays, this car was sporting tons of adverts all over it--but here's the really odd bit, okay?

Here's these manly guys, standing around spitting, and bragging and farting--or whatever it is, these macho American race car buffs do...and there, on the back end of the car--adverts for women's feminine nappies (Kotex)--you know, for that time of month...

And...Depends (adult nappies) and...Huggies (baby nappies).

Okay, everyone raise their hands, who think that's just a bit...too...weird.

YOUR TYPICAL AMERICAN NASCAR FANS:

I'll give you a dollar, just to put me outta' my misery, already...

On top of everything else--I just blew a bit over 10 dollars--closer to 15, and a big chunk of my day, trying to find an affordable mouse for my computer. Mine up and died this morning, without warning.

I had to catch a trolley-bus to Staples office superstore--which wasn't so super, as they didn't have a single mouse for under 20 dollars! So, I tried the Rite-Aid drug store, which sells a few computer supplies, in its stationary section--no luck. They had one, for 15 dollars, but it was for a laptop--and looked to fancy and complicated--I had no idea what the technical jargon on the back of the packaging was saying!

So, grabbed a cold soda--despite the loss of the humidity, it's still blazing hot out there, in the sun, and spent a dollar on another trolley-bus, this time to Wal-Mart's. Got to that store, hiked all the way to the back, and yes,---got literally, the last cheap mouse--just $7.46! So, I've just gotten home, plugged the dang thing in...

And my mouse still works like crap!

To get it to work at all, I had to reverse my mousepad to the rubbery-side, AND, I have to use BOTH HANDS to move it.

Life sucks--and then you die.

Write on one side of the paper, only.

2 extra credits if you can name all of the actor's who've played the Doctor--in order.

So, besides the fear lurking behind my massive loss of income, my illness playing hell with my physical self, and my severe depression, my computer's acting up, and so is my mouse, this morning--now, I have some pathetic freak going around, posting rude comments on this blog in my name. The

So, someone out there in the blogosphere craves attention. Stupid

Why pick on me?

I so tired of mean people! Bad enough I get treated like rubbish on the job, now I have to deal with walking poo on my blog, as well.

Life sucks--and then, if I'm very, very lucky, I'll die.

Just a quick update on Drabble-a-thon for Accord Hospice:

Currently at story #14 (15 probably won't appear till late Sunday morning or early Sunday afternoon--probably between 11am and 1pm, my time, by the clock above).

I've gotten 6 sponsors, so far (thank you, each and every one), and am at 16% percent of my 500 pound goal, with 80 pounds raised so far, and on behalf of Accord, I just want to say, I think that's brilliant!

Other people are raising thousands online for Accord--which is fantastic, I think, but, I'm just one person, with a couple of blogs, and I hesitated at even setting a 500 pound mark--I didn't know how realistic a goal, that is. But, I'm definitely encouraged, and am also just plain gobsmacked, at the outpouring of caring and support given to me--you guys are the best! I mean that.

Thanks to all who've sponsored me, and/or lent their support and encouragement.

"Bad hair day. I ate my stylist. She was very tasty."

Here's one I bet you'd never heard before---the Beatles...in Yiddish?

Holy Moil!

New York's Coney Island--camel ride, 1903.

Seems some "visitor" is impersonating me--why, I have no clue.

playwrile27 [Visitor]

youre such a babe

Left on Neil Mac's blog (sorry Neil!). It's innocent enough, but has me worried. I'd hate to think some nutter is out there, leaving nasty comments in my name. I know all my friends here, would obviously know it's not me--but someone else might not, and that's a bit disturbing, I must admit.

Trying not to worry or fuss about this--God knows, I've enough on my plate at the moment, some very serious issues, to worry over--but still, why me?

Ah well, my motto, once again;

Life sucks--and then, you die.

Oh, and an update--the 2 week lay-off from work, has been eased--marginally. I will work about 15 hours, next week--means a check of around 90 to 100 dollars--still won't let me make my rent, and I'll definitely have to conserve on food and go back to washing my clothes in the kitchen sink..still...100 dollars is better than 0 dollars, right? I'm still pretty scared, tho'. But...I'm trying to hang in there, carry on as usual. Hope I can get some day work, tho'...I don't care doing what...clean loos, wash dishes..anything to avoid eviction. But the 100 dollars...still a bit of a relief, I must say. I'll be living on tinned pasta and 33 cent boxes of macaroni and (powdered) cheese...but, I may survive this, I think.