I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

"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!"

"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."

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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.

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?