I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Since photos of the signing at HMV yesterday were made public, fan-girls across Great Britain have been rushing out to buy the tee-shirt Mr. Tennant was wearing--but, they have also vowed to further mimic David's erm--dressed down--look, by swearing to forego hair brushing, and stop shaving all body hair--especially their facial hair. Rumour has it that Mum's everywhere are bringing out their rolling pins, and planning to waylay the actor outside the BBC Wales studios in Cardiff.

It's completely true about the tee-shirts, btw...can't vouch for facial hair and the angry mum's tho'.

"Ohhh--knew I shouldn't have stopped at McDonald's for breakfast!"

Yay!!! My food stamps were activated today! I got a notice today that the monthly activation date had been changed (moved up a few days)--and I could buy $20 worth of food with it! And...(imaginary drum roll) Pork chops were on sale! I got a pork chop! It was less than 2 dollars--okay it's not the best cut, but still...yippiee!! No more hunger for a while!

Now, you may think me a bit of a nutter--and perhaps I am--for going wild over a pork chop, but you see, I have been longing for pork chops for over a month--but they were so expensive, it just wasn't practical to buy even one. Now, pork has dropped in price considerably, this week--and I got one for $1.86! (Halve that for UK pounds). I even got some pork stew meat, as well, super cheap. Gosh, I could'a gone to town, today, had I the money...a big pork roast was only 6 dollars! I've not seen it that cheap in nearly a year. Not that I could justify buying something that large, not even for a special holiday, or something--too much for just me.

And, I got a rebate slip--a store credit slip--in the mail from Family Dollar today, for 5 dollars, so I bought a big kitchen knife set with it (the set was on special for $5), which is great timing, because I just broke my good utility knife the other week, and it's been tough trying to slice things with the other knife I have, which is a bit dull--like me.

See? Aren't I easy to please? Forget diamonds and furs--just throw me a pork chop and a new set of kitchen knives and I'm thrilled.

Here's proof: I remember a stunt me and some of my friends used to pull on the occasional unsuspecting bus-load of tourists: we were in our late teens and working the summer at a major national park, and there's this famous hotel there, the world's biggest log cabin, and the park's tour bus (driven by another friend) would let off passengers at the front entrance, at certain times of the day. Well, there was this fellow employeee that was sooo-handsome, everyone thought he looked like a movie star...so I got the idea that when a load of tourist's disembarked (usually Japanese or seniors) he'd time it so he would walk past them in sunglasses with a hat pulled over his face, and we female employees would pretend to be fan-girls, and run up to him asking for autographs--and the tourists would fall for it every time! It was hilarious! They'd get in on it and start snapping pics and ask him for his autograph--he'd sign it, I think (it was 27 years ago, mind) "Joe Kool" or something silly like that. Oh we would just fall all over ourselves laughing after.

Well, there's no hope for it, I have to buy some food at the store today--so I guess once again I'll have to be late with the rent--and risk eviction. I will stick to the basics though. Managed to scrounge a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, last night, but now there's nothing left but some boxed macaroni and cheese--and you need milk and margarine to make it, and..don't have any. Ah well. The cats will have food, at least I can still do that, thankfully.

I'll miss the internet, 'cause I'll miss seeing Learners on YouTube, which I hear is going to be quite good. And, of course, I'll miss the Children in Need special, as well. But, that's something I can maybe look forward to, later, then, ey? David Tennant's a really cool young dude--oh, not as polished an actor as Derek Jacobi--I mean, you don't see Mr. Jacobi acting all goofy and discussing the nickname for his manhood in public, but, still, Tennant's acting is...really good, very magnetic and powerful, in its own way, I think.

It has been reveled that the Rome studio fire wasn’t the only fire scare that the Dr Who team had, while filming. It is said that during the shooting for Series 3, someone reported smelling smoke on the set–but, it turned out to only be David Tennent, deep in thought about his character.

I started a thread in a forum Sunday, asking people to cut and paste facts about where they live from Wiki, and someone hijacked my thread and posted her own (NOT that I'm upset about that, honest), anyway, she copied my thread, and started a new one, because the thought the responses were "too long"---okay, we're talking about opening up a new window, Googling your town on Wikipedia, and copying and pasting it into the thread--you didn't have to type anything, for pity's sake! And this girl found it too "tiring." Ey?

I hate that humans are getting so incredibly lazy, that they can't even do easy stuff on the computer! Like cut and paste, search for something, or even READ a whole proper paragraph! Humanity is going BACKWARDS.

Computers are sucking human beings back into the pre-historic tidal pool from which they slurped themselves out of, so many eons ago. I really do believe that.

Me, I don't like things too easy, too easy worries the heck out of me. No, really, it's true.

Like for instance, traveling in a car. I would much rather take the long way 'round---on a winding country back road (A or B road), than travel down some motorway. I think straight lines, motorways, are so terribly, terribly dull. Give me a backroad, any day---that's where LIFE is, that's where one can think, and feel and be truly free...a motorway--is just...a motorway...a simple way to go from Point A, to Point B. And, I think, that's just no fun at all.

"Waugh! Look at the knockers on those girls."

Here we see actor David Tennant, proving that acting isn't his only talent:

"The porta-loo's are that way, mate!"

The Gray Hills of November.

The smooth whiskery touch of grass upon my back,
Fragrance of pine, buttery warm in the sunshine,
Coral-tinted hill-tops, delaying my homeward journey.
For this, I live: to see the sad gray hills of November,
Transformed into rose pedals, touched by the angels of God.

So, as I'm about to bid you all a fond farewell--until my finances are no longer in the crapper--I am going out with a bang! (figuratively speaking, I didn't eat any beans or anything)

I'm going to have mini-blogging marathon ha-ha...a few short essays, maybe a poem or a short story, and..yes, I'm going to pick on David Tennant.

Now, don't get me wrong, I think the man's brillantly talented and all, and I like the man, really I do. It's sort of like picking on a favourite cousin, or some guy you used to pal around with, as kids (being as I never had a brother, can't think of any other comparison)--not that I know Tennant, or ever will, mind. We come from two different worlds, of course.

And...I'll blog whatever comes to mind, which...won't be much, maybe, as I'm quite tired, at the moment.