I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Yes, it's true. In my in-box today, some fan-girl said she was giving a Christmas gift of David Tennant's e-mail address!

Why????

Anyway, I thanked her politely, but---and NO I will not give it to you, so DO NOT ASK---I deleted it.

Well, for one thing, for all I know it could be some sex freak's e-mail, couldn't it? I mean, it might have been legit--and no, it didn't have anything in it to indicate whether it was really Tennant's or not.

It was a nice thought though, I suppose. Though I really am not so much of a fan as to want the man's e-mail address--that's awful. I hope she's not handing it out like candy--the poor guy..whether it's Tennant's or not, imaging the back up in that in-box??? (shudder).

But, I've been getting some odd mail of late, haven't I?

I also got, in my in-box, a letter from Her Majesty's Revenue and..something, saying I have a tax refund! Yeah---well, only if spending 3 hours in Heathrow on New Year's eve of 2004 makes me a citizen of the UK.

And,

I got another scam not from a "publisher," wanted me to write a manuscript based on my blog (which they will kindly publish for me--for a healthy fee, of course.)

In the words of the new cybermen: "DELETE-DELETE-DELETE!"

Well, I'm home on lunch break but must soon be off again, to slog my way to the 9pm hour. The pain meds are working, and I'm able to--more or less--do my job today--but, gosh, aren't I half exhausted. I could fall into bed right now and sleep the sleep of the dead. I'm hoping to maybe get more rest these days, though how I'll manage that, remains to be seen. I slept a lot yesterday, but it wasn't exactly restful. I'm on 600 to 800mg of Ibuproferin, and it's a blessed relief.

Boots LOVES the new tree. He's absolutely over the moon over it. The minute I brought it into the living room, he was running around and yammering at me in cat talk, his eyes all aglow, like a little kid would be. He doesn't try to play with it--he just likes to sit and look at it, and sleep near it. He's been that way since his first Christmas--the other cats would try to play with the tree, but Boots was always content just to be near it. He's easily pleased, my Bootsie.

Now dad, on the other hand, he hated Christmas--with a passion. Oh, he'd buy the presents--tho', like my sister, who usually just grabs the first thing to hand, without a single thought about it--dad had a track record of totally unwanted gifts. Of course, I was raised to be polite about it, and never say what we've all thought, at one time or other: "What the heck I am I supposed to do with this?"

One year, dad gave me an expensive jewelry box--and I only had two or three pieces of jewelry--mum got that, I think, eventually. Another year, mum asked for a blender, and got a wrist watch--which was a men's model and didn't fit her wrist. Usually though, dad would bitch at mum for the money spent on us kids--then give her his list, which usually included an expensive brand of shoes among other things. Poor mum. Some years he made life miserable for her, at Christmas--mum loved buying Christmas prezzies--oh, she'd spend hours trying to find just the right gift...which my sister and my dad would just shrug off--funny how sis took after dad, and I took after mum, isn't it?

Here's probably the worst thing I've ever written--and I don't say that lightly.

Grumpy Dad's Carol:

Christmas lights, christmas lights
hanging from the eaves
hanging those darned ol' lights
always get's me peee-ved

Chrismas tree, Christmas tree
branches in my face
matching those colour-coded boughs
Cursing till I'm disgraced

Christmas gifts, gifts
what a hassle and a bore
buying junk for ungrateful brats
just to make me poor

Exclusive: BBC, in order to bring in more funds, has sold part of the rights to Doctor Who to Disney films.

Disney will be merging the Doctor's character, with it's new version of Aladin.

The film will be a combination of live action and anamation, in which the Doctor uncovers a plot by evil aliens to take over the oil industry in Saudi Arabia. The Doctor disguises himself as a magic genie, to defeat the aliens, who call themselves the Neocon's, from the planet Moreon.

Here we see a preview of the Doctor as the genie:

Well, a year and a half ago, I was down to 212 pounds or thereabouts. I was weighed in hospital, and it came out to just a tad below 100kg...I just looked it up--OMG! I'm nearly at 220 pounds again! And I've been eating less than before--although, to be fair, last year I was always walking--on the job at the race track, and later, when I shifted jobs to the Travelodge, I walked the nearly 3 miles to work everyday.

I figured I might be up by 3 or 4 pounds, with the reduced activity, but not by a good ten pounds--how very disappointing. What's even more disheartening, is that I eat far less than I used to, and hardly ever eat junk food any longer--at most maybe two or three times a month, as opposed to several time a week, like I used to do. So, healthy eating may be a good thing--but, I think, it's also partly a myth. I know a woman in the office, who's a health freak--she DRINKS her vegetables as a snack, okay? Throws corn and broccoli and stuff in a blender, and drinks them as a snack on her break at work--BLEH!!! But you know what--she's not much skinnier than I am!

There was this 100-something guy they interviewed in the paper a while back, who claimed to have eggs and bacon every morning and is still in good health. I think the health police are a bit over-the-top, these days. I think a lot of this health-paranoia propaganda is more about governments being overwhelmed by medical costs, then by their false concerns for our eating and lifestyle habits. But, that's just my opinion.

and I have to trundle off to work in the snow and freezing rain. Lovely. But, that's life in my part of the world, I suppose. All the schools are closed. We only got about 4 or 5 inches, which wouldn't close schools in most areas, but I guess it's icy as well, from the rain--the temp outside is just at the freezing point, 32 F, and it not cold enough for snow, but not warm enough for straight rain. Dang. Gonna' be a..challenging walk to work this morning.

It was snowing rather heavily around 5am, but now I guess we're just in for freezing mist and freezing rain, until it either clears up or starts snowing again. Of course, all the TV weathermen, with their dire "the sky is falling" shrieks of a raging, dangerous storm, turned out of be a big, "pffft!" 14 inches of snow my blooming...yeah right.

Well, I for one, don't mind snow at all--it's the lousy ice I dread. I've got a permanent injury to prove why.

So, I gotta' work that 10 to 3, 5-9 shift today. I can just imagine how miserable people will be, on the phones to me today. And yes, my jaw still aches like heck--though the headache's much better. Talking with a bad jaw is hell, though not as bad a yawning. I really dread it when I yawn.

Well, I got my shopping done--just before I'd left the apartment to go to the store, I got an e-mail telling me that I won this raffle I'd bought a ticket to, several weeks ago--I didn't even remember. It was, as I recall, for the homeless youth shelter--can't turn them down this time of year, can I? So, I gave them my dollar and thought no more about it. I won my choice of a set of decorative vases with silk pointsettias in them, or the tree, so I took the tree.

But, I'm calling it an early night--I besides the constant throbbing in the jaw, now I seem to also have developed a headache, and am quite sleepy.

Back to work tomorrow to my split shift. I'd rather just curl up in bed and die a quiet death, but gotta' pay the stinking rent and light/gas bill. Dang money.

How cool is this??? Not as good as being there, but reckon it's about as close as I'll ever get--well, that's not true, as they did film some background shots in New York last year, with is less than 200 miles from here. But..eh, you know what I mean--high-five for Dr Who, man!

PARTIAL DIALOG:

Rose appearing scene
Donna - Oh God, are you alright, what was that, bloomin firewoorks or something?
Rose - I dont know. I keep hearing sounds but I cant hear where its coming from
Donna - look!, now Im doing it! (does some strange arm movements)
Rose - I came out of nowhere. I was there, now Im here!

You may wonder why I've put these two posts here well...

I WON A CHRISTMAS TREE!!! Huzzah!!!

Well, not a real one. But still, no complaints from me. It's a four foot tall white artificial tree, that already came decorated--blue frilly garland, and blue and silver rope garland, blue and silver ornaments, clear white lights (next year, perhaps, if I'm still around, I'll buy some all blue lights to go with the clear ones), and..and angel tree-topper! Huzzah! I have Christmas back. I feel bad not being able to buy any prezzies for anyone, but having a tree back--that's nice. Now I have something to admire on Christmas eve, again.

And here's another really neat light show, this time from Brooklyn, in 2006:

This is an amazing feat of engineering. The video is 100% genuine, filmed in real-time. The music is broadcast on a local radio frequency, so views can listen and watch the show from the comfort of their cars. This home belongs to an electrical engineer in Mason, Ohio, and it took the man two months and ten thousand dollars, to organize his spectacular light show.

The light show begins, when--somehow--the radio picks up that someone's tuned into the frequency. That way, the show isn't playing constantly, and annoying (lol) the neighbours.

Here's the real-time video, of this unbelieveable light show. Enjoy: