I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

This isn't a "live" track--the drummer is in Ontario, and the guitarist is here in Glens Falls--they collaborated online, and merged their two performances into one. Pretty cool stuff!

Okay, so in the last three months, I've "won" the UK National lottery three times (didn't you know? The e-mail's told me so!)

So, I've secretly bought the UK--told Brown to shift, because we're selling number ten to help fund better NHS care, and blair's on his own, because I'm using the funds that he gets for his beneits and "perks" for Doctor Who, So, also now...

I've won the Irish lottery, it seems, as well! Okay, Kevin, when I buy Ireland, you're in charge, so start making your "to do" list now!

Ref: UK/9420X2/68
Batch: 074/05/ZY369

You have therefore been approved to claim a total sum of
£1,350,000(One million, three hundred
and fifty thousand, pounds sterling) in cash credited to file
KTU/9023118308/03. This is from a
totacash prize of £1,350,000(One million, three hundred and fifty
thousand, pounds sterling)
shared amongst the(5)lucky winners in this category i.e Match 6 plus
bonus.

Jobs I'd like/not like:

LIKE:
1. Post parade rider at the race track: fancy duds and get paid for riding a horse!

2. Any job on Dr Who--even carting bin bags and cleaning loos!

3. Feature writer for a travel magazine (with a paid expense account)

4. Car Tester--get paid to drive brand new cars around the countryside

5. Theater reviewer--get to watch shows and plays for free!

6. Circus clown or costume character--I get paid for acting silly

7. Band groupie--because I can't play or sing, so what else would I be?

NOT LIKE:

1. Clean up vomit and empty beer cups at the race track (Oh wait, I've done that!)

2. Cleaning loos and carting bin bags at a casino (Oh wait, I've done that!)

3. Telemarketing three to 10 1/2 hours a day, 6 to 7 days a week, to nasty, ignorant, mean, snarky, stupid, snarly Americans. (Oh wait, I'm doing that, now!)

4. Wash thousands of nasty, dirty dishes ten hours a day (oh wait, I've done that!)

5. Spend my entire day, standing on my feet, packing empty toothbrush cartons into boxes in a cold drafty warehouse (You guessed it--yup, done that!)

6. Work for nuns for 2 years--the only non-catholic on staff (Yup, done that!)

7. Get up at stupid-o'clock in the morning, drive hundreds of miles, stand on my feet (or kneel on the hard floor) for hours and hours, holding a huge calculator, counting every-single-item in a big grocery or drug store, then, usually without lunch or dinner, drive home again, and do it all over again, the next day! (Yes sirree-bob, I have done that, as well!)

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DAY 18

STORY 18

The Second Coming

George was meeting a client, when his mobile rang. Excusing himself he said, “Hullo?” Silence--then, harshly whispered, “I am coming” George said, “Pardon?” But whomever it was, had rung off. He went back to his meeting, thinking nothing more of it.

Another call, that night in his flat: “I am coming, George.” The male voice rasped. “Who is this?” George demanded, only to be greeted by a laugh. He was making dinner, when the doorbell sounded. He opened the door, gaped at a tall man in black coveralls, standing there. “I’m here, George.” he croaked, ‘To fix your boiler.”

"Oh yeah--I'm a tit and leg man, Kylie, and I love my job today, heh-heh!"

Oh, come on, you didn't REALLY think I had the "inside scoop" did you? Cardiff is thousands of miles from here and I don't know a single person connected with the show..boy, are you guys gullible...

"Erm--sorry, but could you back off a bit--cat breath...You've been drinking from the loo, haven't you?"

"I'd rather mate with a Dalek, than have to deal with a nun!"

"I am NOT being a prima-donna! All I want is a gold star on my caravan door, someone to bow and scrape at my every beck and call, and conjugal visits with my girlfriend and my female co-stars--is that too much to ask?"

I was reading freeasthewind's blog, about dogs, and a funny memory flashed into my head.

In my teens, I had a long-standing habit, of loving to race home through the woods. Well, one time, I was running home, through the grove of Eastern White Pine that stood behind our backyard. Happy was gaily racing on, several feet ahead of me, when I called, "Hey Happy!" She, still running, turned her head back to look--just a hint, not a good thing to do, running through a pine grove--and...THUNK! Running full-tilt, while looking behind her, she ran smack into a tall oak tree, at the edge of the grove--I mean, this sucker was HUGE.

Well, happy staggered about a bit, but being Happy (read lovable but dumb mutt), she didn't hurt herself much...not that you'd be able to tell--dumb dog. I literally was bent over double, I was laughing so hard, I had tears in my eyes--all the while, trying hard to be sympathetic and concerned--but...okay, I loved Happy, don't get me wrong--but, it was just too funny, I was in hysterics!

I'll always see that dumb, dazed look on her face, the pink tongue lolling out, as long as I live--and Shamrock? She just stood there looking at the pair of us, as if we'd both suddenly just gone 'round the twist!

Tho' you can barely see them in the foreground, that's my dogs I grew up with, as a teen, my sister's Lab-mix Happy, and her daughter (and my best-est friend in the whole world), my first dog, a half-collie, I named Shamrock--we were virtually inseparable until her death in October of 1983...I still miss her. Funny how those that I hold most dear, seemed to die in my favourite season.

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