I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Well, lost another blog friend. Oh well. A certain person is upset with me for being upset with myself/my life on my blog. Here's a thought...if you don't like what I have to say, you could always just not read it?

That's why I set up an alternate personal blog, so I could say what I'm REALLY thinking and feeling, without unduly upsetting and offending anyone. The other blog gets pretty much zero readers, so that's a good thing, I think. But, I did get an earful, today, so to speak.

Well, have to leave for work in a bit over an hour, and I've a few quick chores that need doing. Cheers.

In light of recent budgetary problems, and also due to the fact that star David Tennant is temporarily leaving the show next year, the BBC has plans to tape an episode, showing the Doctor only from the knees down--thereby allowing a very skinny-legged eastern European extra, named Icant Ackt, to step into the role.

David Tennant has agreed to do the voice over for the story, to be recorded while he is in the loo, during intermissions of Hamlet.

The budget will also be cut for the writers of the show, with this episode said to be written by a member of the studio's cleaning staff. The story is to feature the Doctor dealing with an invasion of ants in the tardis's larder.

Here we see a photo of Icant Ackt as the Doctor, in the process of stepping on a ant walking across his bedroom carpet, while David Tennat is saying his trademark line, "No second chances!"

1. A staunch Christian, saying in one breath, to me, that she loves Jesus, and saying in the next breath that she thought the war in Iraq is a good thing, even though a lot of soldiers and civilians have been killed.

2. Getting a western catalog in the mail, advertising mule hide riding boots---you're using mule hide boots to ride a horse or mule...okay I do find that somewhat ironic.

3. Getting a security update from RealPlayer--that had a bug in it.

I just put out a private post for friends, but...realized that I'm not sure, now who sent me the PM that that post pertains to--if that person was on my friend's list.

I can't post the list publicly, as the web address given contains my real name.

Basically, someone PM'd me, requesting the address for my wish list on ThingsIwant.com--and yours truly accidentally deleted that PM. (To be fair, I was half-asleep at the time.)

Anyway, if you're the one who put out the request, yes--not sure why you want it, but you can have the address. If you're not on my friend's list tho', if you don't mind, please send me another PM, containing your e-mail address. Thanks. N.

Chilly in here, today. I know, 'cause Flame just bolted into the living room, and made a bee-line for the old cast iron radiator underneath the big front windows. She's sitting, scrunched up under the window, literally with her nose pressed against the heater. Flamey's got a cold nose, ha-ha. And even cuter, is the fact that she's still half-asleep, and staring at me bleary eyed. Humans aren't the only one's who hate getting up on a cold and dreary morning!

Looks like rain or snow outside. I'm sleepy, today. I woke early and couldn't get back to sleep, so I poured some milk into a pan and put it on the stove, made myself some hot chocolate--it's a bit stale tasting (it's the last of a tin of French chocolate powder, leftover from a shopping trip to T.J. Maxx back in January), but still, it's not too bad.

I got another e-mail from my internet acquaintance, that I know from one of the forums I sometimes visit, whom had contacted Accord Hospice on my behalf, regarding my fund raiser. She seemed genuinely distressed that they'd not contacted me. "But I e-mailed them the link (to the website) twice! U did this for them, and they can't even bother to thank U. I think that is real bad. They don't care about the hard work U did 4 them. Thats wrong."

(Arrgh!!! Now my mouse is acting up again today--once again having a mind of it's own--I HATE when it does that..no rhyme or reason to when it does it, either! I can't get it to go where I want--it is rejecting going to the left side of the page, blinking piece of crap that it is.)

Anyway, I honestly am saddened that L__ is so upset. I'm NOT. I don't care if Accord knows about this or not. It's not like we--me and my sponsors--raised thousands, like the Doctor Who and David Tennant sites did. I did point out to L___, that Accord may still be a bit swamped with e-mails, from Tennant and Who fans, or maybe they really don't care--so what? I am feeling bad for L___, tho.' She seems so upset about it. And, I'm upset that she feels that she went to the trouble to write twice, and thinks she's being ignored--I'm sure she's not, and I told her this. I'd not even thought about it, to tell the truth. The fund-raiser is over and done with, and I've moved on. I'm not sure what to say to L__ though, to help make her feel better.

Now, many famous celebrities are insured by their studios, and David Tennant's no exception. The BBC took a rather unusual step though, in extending the actor's policy to cover his trademark messy hairdo, as well, as can be witnessed in the exclusive photo below.

"Pigeon poo!"

As a phone professional, I do have my days--today, it seemed I was calling "Idiotville." Now, you get the blindingly stupid on the phone, from time to time--tonight, after more than a year on the job, I hit the jackpot! Wow--what a head-trip some of these people were. I was collecting overdue dues fees from club members...and quite a few didn't even know they were members (even though they paid some fees, and were receiving mail and a magazine, that clearly says "___club" on it), others would just babble weird stuff..one woman changed her mind several times, on whether she was a club member, where she lived and even--kid you not--what exactly her name was. Wow. And this, dear people, is EXACTLY how George Bush got re-elected.

Anyway, I was thinking about how, sometimes, I'd to actually like to say:

"Hello, Idiot Central University, would you like to enroll, today?"
"Are you naturally stupid, or did you take lessons?"
"Lovely manners, did you learn them from the zoo?"
"Oh, were you trying to impress me? Isn't that special?"
"If they had a Nobel Prize for stupidity, you'd win every year."
"Can you possibly scream any louder? I don't think they can hear you in China."
"So, when did you have your frontal lobotomy?"
"Hello, city morgue. You stab 'em and we slab 'em."
"Thank you for calling the Nut House, would you like to make a reservation?"
"Hello, Joe's Bar and Grill and Gynecology office."
"Mars Shuttle reservations desk, are we booking a flight today?"
"Hello, men's toilets, may I help you?"
"Sorry, you're in the bargain basement. Brains are on the top floor."
"Thank you for calling Idiots-R-Us. For instructions in English, I would suggest you get a friend to help you."