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  • Message From Nancy

    Nancy has asked me to pass on her farewells to you all, and I do this willingly, but sadly.

    Please wish my blog friends a happy New Year and Merry Christmas for me, and tell them I shall miss them all a great deal, and that at this time, it's unlikely I'll be back online at home, any time soon. If you could let them know that they can PM me as "dustyboots," on the this (DWO) website I'd appreciate it.

    Nancy has shared her joys and her troubles with us since she joined Blog.co.uk and it seems strangely empty without her. I hope this isn't the last we shall see of her here. She has asked me to pass on her home address to anyone who wishes to write to her. Just PM me. GoingSomewhere

  • David Tennant Caption for Tuesday


    "Okay, all you kids that insist in writing text-speak, leave the room! And don't come back until you learn how to write proper English!"

  • Dr Who Caption for Tuesday


    "Okay, so, let me get this straight, evil alien guy, you want my companion here to sing 'It's Raining Men,' while I do a strip tease, or you'll blow us all to smithereens? Meh--okay, works for me."

  • Waugh!! And I thought my Charlie was fat!!!

    funny pictures
    moar funny pictures

  • Long Slippery night

    Well, just had to shell out 3 bucks for a cab home, as there's a thin coating of ice encasing everything: handrails, sidewalks, streets, steps. I've had quite enough sprains, breaks and bruises for one year, thank you very much. I'll spend the three dollars.

    By the way, when I go "dark," those of my friends that have my address here in northern NY, may write me if they wish--and if you're one of my friends (you know who you are) who doesn't have it but wants it, you may sent me a message and I will give it to you. (Obviously, I won't post my real name and address on here.)

    My health is rather poorly tonight, so I must cut this short. Well, I feel the shadow of something bad, looming in my future. Though my Daily Mail horoscope claims everything's coming up roses for me this month--what a load of bumf.

    I was on my Dr Who fiction page, and there's this one story that's getting TONS of reads! I don't understand why, either, as it's not one of my better ones. It's a 10th Doctor story, and takes place in a cemetery in 19th Century Wales. I wrote it purely for fun, and, well, I can relate to 19th Century cemeteries, being I've spent loads of time in the one near my childhood home--so I thought it would be a bit of a lark to do a story in one--though true, it does take place 3500 miles from "my" cemetery, in a country I've never been to. As I recall, I had to do a bit of research for this story--but the plot's really lame, so I usually discount it as being a good story--apparently I'm mistaken. And, being as I became rather attached to this story, for once I don't mind being wrong.

    Well, as I said, I'm not great tonight--got a bit tired of everyone noticing my "lump,"--now I know how Quasimoto must have felt--only mine's smaller and in my jaw--but I've this big red circle in the middle of it--so people couldn't miss it, I guess.

    So, off to bed, to try and sleep. Then, up early and have another long day to slog through tomorrow. Nite all. Cheers.

  • Christmas: totally about giving--which some forget

    The republicans may lie to themselves (and the public) all they want--but this IS a borderline recession. The Red Cross---which is screaming in the news how they've had to shell out 10,000 dollars in two weeks, to fire victims (they're only one of two volunteer agencies that help fire victims in our area--the other, much smaller agency, "After the Fire," only operates in Saratoga County).

    Salvation Army, homeless shelters, food pantry's, churches, etc., all say that donations are way, way down.

    At my job, this time last year, we were running full-tilt--even had an extra office rented, to handle the overflow of seasonal employees, and, even more unheard of, us regular employeees, were being actually paid overtime.

    This year: ha! The night shift is still fairly full, but day shift is way down what it was, and work is only just trickling in.

    And the people I talk to on the phone--hundreds and hundreds out of work, underemployed (underpaid), or working 7 days or two jobs, just to keep the roofs over their heads.

    Elderly and disabled people, giving up small pleasures like magazines and gardening and other little hobbies, so that they can pay for food and medicine and rent/mortgage/taxes.

    The economy is booming--for the upper middle class and rich, and even for some middle class--but there's a whole swath of America that is totally being ignored by the Bush admin, and many of their so-called fellow citizens, and I firmly believe it's going to, someday, come back and bite the Republicans--and the rest of America, in the arse. Mark my words.

    Moving on,

    I had a box of cereal that I'd bought on sale but haven't been able to eat (it's the crunchy kind), so I gave that to the food pantry.

    And so, I ask all my American readers--please, if you can spare it--even one item, please, please give to your local community food cupboard. If you don't know where it is, just ring up your local pastor, priest or town hall, and ask.

    The people you help to feed, are NOT a lot of freeloaders. They are people like me, like you, like your mum and your dad, your gran and grandpa. They are the elderly, the disabled, working mums, the unemployed (just because someone's unemployed doesn't mean he or she doesn't want to work--only an I-D-I-O-T thinks that), and the underemployed.

    Trust me, it is the truth, that in America, you can "work for a living" and still go hungry! Anyone who thinks otherwise, probably voted for George Bush, and probably has a genetic defect in his family tree.

    Anyway---gosh, I have been in a mood, of late, haven't I?

  • I am ready to bail this chav blog.uk crapola blog site

    I just gave the cheap classless pigs at blog.co.uk an earful.

    I'm sick of this crap!

    This blog just keeps getting worse and worse and worse with these low-class adverts.

    I really don't want to be associated with an online whorehouse.

    I don't want to leave my friends, but my service is being cut off anyway, and I really do find these adverts cheap and disgusting. I don't want to look at some broad in lingerie or showing off her tits, while I'm eating my lunch--or anytime, for that matter.

    This blog is being run now, but cheap, lowlife chavs, who'll obviously do anything for a Euro.

    Well, enough is enough. If I'm still online, I'll give the lowlife bums a week to clean up their act--but won't be holding my breath.

    If you object--simply go to Bcuk's homepage, click on "CONTACT US" and make your voice heard!

    Or, if you enjoy these adverts--find another blog to read, ey? I don't want any pervs on my blog.

  • Sorry "AYATOLLA"

    But I do not allow comments by children under 13 years of age. Come back when you grow up and have something actually INTELLIGENT to say, ey? :p :))

  • David Tennant's deleted quote from the Radio Times interview


    "To tell you the truth, women lust after me so much these days, that I don't even have to bother with foreplay, any longer. I just put my larger and chips down, strip off my kit, and bob's yer uncle, we have lift-off!"

    I am so bad, today. Naughty girl. :p

  • George Bush: Iraqis should have the freedom to fart whereever they want

    Ah yes, nothing stands for the pride of being the leader of the free world, like a big, wet fart.

    Animal House in the West Wing

    He loves to cuss, gets a jolly when a mountain biker wipes out trying to keep up with him, and now we're learning that the first frat boy loves flatulence jokes. A top insider let that slip when explaining why President Bush is paranoid around women, always worried about his behavior. But he's still a funny, earthy guy who, for example, can't get enough of fart jokes. He's also known to cut a few for laughs, especially when greeting new young aides.

    Somehow I don't think, when he helped to create this office, that this is quite what George Washington had in mind. Our founding fathers must be rolling over in their respective graves, and Laura Bush is truly a chav, if she puts up with this sort of behaviour from her hubby.

    "Sorry yer majesty, I didn't mean to cut the cheese in yer face, there, he-he."

  • Okay boys, you're gonna' love this!

    Go here: http://www.fart-joke.com/farting_dog_harmonics.htm

    You can thank me later. :))

  • Ugh! I hate "Why don't you's!"

    So, some well-meaning person from another website, sent me a note this morning. She was commiserating with me on the fact that I've lost the use of my DVD player, with the old, "why don't you?"

    "They have a DVD player on sale at Walmart for $__. Okay, for that price, I can buy two to three weeks worth of groceries, or visit the optometrist, or go down by bus to put some flowers on mum's grave, or buy a couple of new work outfits and perhaps a new pair of jeans. Yeah, I'll just skip out the the money tree outside, and shake off a couple of notes, ey?

    Oh well, she meant well, I suppose. :roll:

  • Hello

    Well, it's about 8 in the morning, and I'm going to attempt to eat some breakfast.

    Going to be a long, long day. I was told to take the week off, but my budget simply won't allow for that--and, my employer might fire me, so not gonna' do it.

    I'm not feeling as well this morning as I was last night, but hopefully it's just the early morning blah's. Hopefully.

    It's deeply overcast this morning--how depressing! There's a small snowstorm in the works for Thursday, I hear. We're supposed to get freezing rain and snow this afternoon, into this evening...so that'll be a fun walk to and from work.

    It's my split shift day: 10 to 3, 5 to 9. Yuk. I don't mind funky hours, you more or less get used to it--in fact, it's perfectly fine...when you actually like your job. Let me tell you, it's a major drag when you don't especially like your job, or the company you work for. Still...beats working at McDonalds, or cleaning loos at the casino/race track. But yeah, I miss working M-F, 9 to 5. That was nice.

    I read where the Midwest is expecting more ice storms--better them than us. I don't know how I'd get to work this year, with that--what with my wonky foot and all.

  • Worried again, naturally

    I had a rough day, but I'm hopeful that the proceedure--which was horribly painful, not to mention unpleasant, will work. They're concerned about the infection getting into my brain. I've had enough brain damage in my lifetime, thanks, don't need anymore.

    Speaking of brain damage, I'm seriously getting concerned--okay, let's be honest. I'm scared--not scared-scared, but...it's a uneasy feeling, knowing your mind isn't working properly.

    It's especially becoming prevalent in my writing. Lately, more and more I'm substituting one word for another (like "here" for "hear")--which has never happened before in forty years! I'm not talking once in a while, either, but more and more frequently, I'm making stupid mistakes I'd not have made 6 or 8 months ago.

    My memory is suffering as well. I can't remember how to spell words I could easily spell just a few months ago, I can't remember coworker's names--that sit next to me! I still have not found my wallet. Last month I lost my electric bill--which has not happened once, in the year I've lived here. It's scaring the hell out of me. I don't know what to make of it--and the thing is, I can actually feel it getting worse.

    I've a feeling, if you were to compare the stuff I was writing a year ago, with the stuff I am writing now--you might see a subtle difference--maybe not..I don't know.

    I just know, of late, that I feel horribly lost and confused, I actually, almost physically feel like I am atrophying.

    Not much I can do about it, I suppose. There's no one here to take care of me, but me, so I just have to shrug and keep going.

    The worst part is though, that I made the mistake of telling a co-worker, and she just poo-poohed it, like it was nothing. It sure doesn't feel like nothing. Or, maybe it is.

  • Congrats David Tennant

    I know Mr. Tennant's been getting loads of (much deserved) accolades, of late--just read where he and his co-stars of the film, "Recovery," have gotten one more--their film rated #26 for the year's top television programmes. Well done!

    It was a very sensitive and realistic approach to the subject, and I don't imagine it was easy for Mr. Tennant, with his obviously very hectic life and work schedule, to have to do his homework and digest what he'd have to do, to play the character realistically. But he did do it, and is to be congratulated for that.

    On top of that, I also hear, that he's still helping the brain injury charity that assisted him in his research. I know there's quite a few people that would have moved on and forgotten about it, so it's nice to see that Mr. Tennant isn't one of those people.

    Ah, Mr. Tennant, you may not be my type (too trendy for this old maid, ya' don't comb yer blasted hair, and--really sorry, but, your're just a tad too adolecent for me)...but you are a fine, fine actor and seem to have a good heart...and well, you're okay, Tennant, I like a guy who cares. :)

  • She was only the librarian's daughter...but all the bookworms knew her...

    Well, I've been trying to decide what books to read, by going over my four book shelves and scoping things out. Without internet and movies, I will go stir crazy if I don't find something to do, so I made a list of books I want to re-read:

    Famous horse stories, collected by C. W. Andersen.

    Wuthering Heights

    Treasure Island

    Shakespeare of London

    Dr Who: Deadly Reunion

    A Murder on the Apian Way, by Steven Saylor

    Star Struck Dead by Sheila York

    The Ferguson Rifle by Louis L'amour

    The Last Legion

    Frankenstein

    This was Cicero: Modern Politics in a Roman Toga

    Lady in the Lake

    Eugene Grandet

    The Great Gatsby

    Nickel and Dimed, by Barbara Ehrenreich

    Walden

    I'll Take Cappy by McCabe Fagan (horse story)

    Well, I guess I'll see how far I get with those. A co-worker offered to take me to the big bookstore--Borders, I think-- in downtown Saratoga Springs, the one with the Dr Who books, and all the latest mystery's and westerns, as well---gosh, I hear Kathy Reichs AND Steven Saylor both have new books, and that the store is stocking more New Dr Who stuff--including the magazine, now, as well.

    Ah well, dream on Nancy. I have a nice Christmas tree, I still have a roof over my head and my cats, and my good friends--who seem to be trying to look after me, bless them. xx What more do I need? I'm okay--I've been fighting pain, and depression, grief and financial woes, but...I'm okay, really. I'm...maintaining. :wave:

    The #1 book that I've read most often is...(since 8 years old)

  • THANK YOU!!

    I have no idea who just sent me that surprise delivery from Drugstore.com, but THANK YOU.

    Whoever you are, you are an angel. Thank you.

  • Dr Who Caption for Monday


    DOCTOR: "Quick everybody, out of the Room--it's about to explode into a ball of flame!"

    By-stander: "What's happening, Doctor?"

    DOCTOR: "I just farted and that big balding gent over there is about to light a cigar--now shift!"

  • Long afternoon...

    It's been a long haul today--I didn't work, as I had something done with my jaw...not going to discuss it here, as it's not appropriate, but I'm horribly sore and tired after a very painful experience.

    Before I left this morning, I did the final page of my new recipe blog. http://justplaincooking.wordpress.com/ It's no big deal, but I liked the idea of having my and my family's recipes posted on the net to share--although I'm sure some of them have been posted before. Some of the recipes are my own original recipes, many are from mum's recipe box, collected over the course of 40 some-odd years of cooking. Some are even older, a few from mum's mother, and great-grandmother, and two from my great-aunt Carrie, of whom I know very little about, other than she had a farm in the early part of the century--and I have photos of mum and other family members taken there. Mum and I went back, in the early 80's, to try and find it--but had not much luck. The farm lane was long gone, and mum couldn't remember quite which one it was. It made her rather sad, I think, tho' she tried to pass it off.

    This was the farm where mum had to sleep in the same palor as her grandmother's coffin, where she used to get chased into the outhouse by a mean goose, and where she had her first real-life experience in finding out the phrase, "running around like a chicken with its head cut off" is actually true. Nevertheless, she also enjoyed her family visits to Aunt Carrie, I suspect.

    Well, I'm going to rest awhile, methinks. Cheers.

  • Especially now: DO NOT drink and drive!!!

    As someone whom has lost old friends to drink drivers, I can't say this enough---people who knowingly and willingly drink and drive are in the same league as common thugs and murderers. Even if you don't actually, by some miracle, kill (murder) someone, you still, with your car that weighs a half a ton, have the potential to ruin innocent lives--not to mention what might otherwise be a memorable Christmas for a child or family.

    Don't do it! Don't you dare! Do not drink and drive ever--by doing so, you will automatically turn yourself from a perfectly decent human being, into scumbag trash. If you're a selfish prat who simply doesn't care about others, then look at it this way, anything happens, your life will be completely ruined--possibly forever...just because you couldn't retrain yourself from giving someone else your keys.

    Here's what happened to a family near my old hometown, when one young man didn't have the brains to get a ride home:

    DWI (Driving While Intoxicated) causes a very close call

    LATHAM - A family is counting it's blessings for what they are saying is a miracle.

    A car driven by a man charged with DWI went through their house narrowly missing two sisters sleeping in two separate bedrooms.

    “A car was in my room. I didn't even hear it. All I could hear was my sister screaming my name.” Said Julie La Hait.

    That's what Julie La Hait awoke to from her bed just after three-thirty Saturday morning. Julie says her sister Ann Marie was frantic because the front end of a 2002 Toyota was in Ann Marie's bedroom and it had to pass through Julie's to get there.

    Julie says her sister thought the car was on top of her, it wasn't but only by a few inches.

    In the meantime the girl's mother Mary La Hait was awakened by the crash and the screams that followed. She soon realized the front of her home was gone and a car was inside.

    “I came running out of my bedroom and all I could see was smoke because I seen the car and went to get Julie. I thought she was dead to be honest with you because I seen the car in the room,” said the mother.

    By the time Mary got to Julie, the driver of the car twenty year old Dylan La Perle of Latham was out of the car and helping Julie get out of her bed. She says he was the only one who really could reach her.

    Mary said La Perle hugged Julie and said sorry.

    Aside from the extensive damage to the structure of the house the family lost many of their possessions, furniture, an aquarium and its fish, a computer. Julie says most of the belongings in her room were destroyed including Christmas gifts she had already purchased for her family.

    “I had some angels here too some of them made it some of them didn't, but I did that's all that matters,” said Julie.

    “I feel luckier than hitting the lottery. My kids are ok. If you seen it you can't believe they could survive it. It's unbelievable,” said the father.

  • Latest Dr Who episode translations!

    Not satisfied with translating Doctor Who into French, Japanese, Korean and other languages, the BBC and Producer Russell T. Davies have come up with a whole new translation for a specific group of the world population--no, it's not Welsh, it's not Gaelic, it's---"boy-speak."

    That's right, the soon-to-be released episodes of Series 2, will be aimed at two groups in general: adolescent boys, American men, and guys from Glasgow.

    Here's a preview of what to expect:


  • And I thought I walked like...

    a cross between Jonn Wayne and a lumberjack...

    Your walk is:
    Pimp/Thug Styles

    http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result.php?q=78&r=1

  • My American English isn't Good enough for the UK?

    On a whim, I took a UK English language test--geared towards immigrants, but I had nothing better to do, and Americans don't speak good English--I'm a telemarketer, who calls coast-to-coast, I say that with the utmost authority. So, apparently, I have a few "problem areas" that don't quite measure up to British standards of good grammar and/or reading comprehension, here's the results:

    60
    Total Correct 51

    Grammar 20
    Vocabulary and Usage 18
    Reading Comprehension 7
    Listening 6

    Percentage score 85%
    Your English level is Upper Intermediate. You will need to work on areas where you scored less well in this test. To accurately identify your problem areas at your level you will need a full Personal Assessment which includes an analysis of your written and spoken English from one of our Personal Tutors. See our website for details. Well done!

    Take the test: (homepage) http://www.edufind.com/english/grammar/index.cfm

  • Praise the Lord...

    ..and pass the ammunition. Ah yes, us Yanks are at it again---now we're shooting up a church. 8 people shot at one of those born-gain, mission churches in Colorado.

    What would Jesus do? If he were American he would have bought a magnum .357, blew away Pontius Pilot and shot his way out of that Roman prison.

    Oh, and at one church, I just heard, the gunman was killed by an armed security guard at the church.

    Now, it's nice that there was someone there to stop the sniper--but...okay, there's just something so WRONG to me, about armed guards in a CHURCH. I mean, what kind of church needs ARMED guards?????

    Okay, I'm NOT against organized religion in any way shape or form. I AM against any type of extremism--especially they type that is okay with, or worse, promotes, bigotry, hate, and/or violence. That includes churches who are okay with armed guards at the services. I mean, in a war zone, maybe, in an area with very high violent crime--but Colorado has none of these--oh, they have crime--but it's like the difference between the crime rate here in Glens Falls--where there's not been a murder in this city for a couple of years--and crime in downtown Manhattan---night and day. Why does a church--even one with thousands of members, need armed guards DURING a service? There should be no shock then, when a member vents his anger with a gun, instead of a bible--if you go along with armed men at your church service, then don't be surprised when another armed man shows up during a prayer meeting.

    Some American religions have become so convoluted and twisted, in some areas, as to no longer truly represent the teachings of Christ, so much as the teachings of white trash, right-wing, money-grubbing, extremist-patriotic, bigoted, gun-loving, paranoid, schitzophrenic "Americans."

    Well...there's another reason for me wanting to flee my country for Europe. And these people are paranoid about terrorists and Bird Flu? They should look in their own backyards, if they really want something to be scared about!

    Stinking NRA and their stinking uneducated pseudo-patriotic gun-freaks.

  • Just a note

    I deleted the writing post. I came off sounding like I was whigning, when that's not at all what I meant. Sorry. You're comments were all read, and were appreciated, thank you.

  • Just for the David Tennant fan-girls


    "And the winner of the sexiest geek--erm, time lord is..."

  • Sunday night at home

    Well, I'm just sitting here, enjoying the lights on the tree. Had a actual meal tonight, and am just siting here, trying to decide what book I should read. I've read 'em all, but some books I've not read in a while, so there's that. A bit bummed out about losing my DVD player, but maybe I can find my remote to the television, and after the internet's gone, hook up the VCR instead. I've got about a dozen VCR tapes, still.

    I'm toying with the idea of selling my computer--without the internet and the DVD player, it's just an expensive word processor and game console, really. I bet I could get a 100 or even 200 bucks for it. But, that decision can wait until after Christmas.

    Anyway, that's neither here nor there.

    I sometimes really like a quiet winter night. I like the peace of looking out at the snow in the night, sitting with a good book, listening to music--maybe drinking some hot chocolate or coffee. I guess that makes me pretty boring, in some people's eyes, but I seldom find it so--well, sometimes I do. But, yo get used to it. And, as long as you're warm inside, when it's cold outside, that in itself can be a real comfort, sometimes.

  • Caption


    "You could have just given me some minty-flavoured dog biscuits, ya'know."