I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

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.

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?

"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.

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."

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

You can thank me later.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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