I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Actor David Tennant is scheduled to do a singles cruise, during his next holiday. Here we see a snap of him on his last cruise--wearing a tee-shirt bearing his favourite pick-up line. The bulge in his jeans is the old rolled up sock trick--a sure fire hit with the ladies, according to Mr. Tennant.

Well, we've been just sent home from work, due to a total lack thereof--in case you're new to this blog, no work for me, literally means no pay--no income. period.

Calls weren't coming in, and when they were, people were less than receptive. When I asked for some guy, the response was, "He's not fu*king here!" Well, I do hear that sometimes, from "grown" men. Several weeks ago, a "man" in Kentucky kept saying to me, "fu*k ya'll," everytime I attempted to talk to him. All I could think was, wouldn't that be physically impossible? But hey, at least the "man" is ambitious.

I rang up Warren County Social Services this morning, before leaving work, to check the status on my stop order for the heat/gas/electric shut off notice (you know, the one National Grid sent me less than 2 weeks ago)My social worker "forgot." Supposedly this will be corrected. I mean, the shut off date is only for the 3rd, no rush.

I also was told by her, that I needed to fill out a heating assistance form--well, last week, she told me I DIDN'T need to fill out a heating assistance form.

And, after going through all the palaver of faxing her my proof of residence, cost of rent, etc. etc., last week, she says she didn't get the faxes. Okay, well, the machine confirmed they were sent, the social services machine, I'm told by my worker, is right outside her door--so, anyway, long story short, now I have to schlep back over to another fax machine, fill out the blinking form, and re-fax everything today.

Well, my co-workers and I are sitting here chatting about nimble-jacks (a wooden jointed man with a rod sticking out his back, that you made dance on a board--ususally resting on the knee--to a tune. my grandad used to make them), whirligigs (decorative wooden lawn ornaments that move with windpower--I used to have a bi-plane with a working propeller, and a cop chasing a robber, with a raised billy club that moved) banjos made from biscuit tins, astronomy, puppies, the theather, Dr Who, and books. Love a good conversation.

I'm told David Tennant appeared in his skivvies on national television. Well, the man has guts, I'll give him that.

Last night seemed soooo-long. I'd finished the weekend Dr Who story, finsihed reading my mystery book, and last night...meh. I wound up watching Idiot's Lantern and taking a nap. Woke at 9pm, still bored. Mind you, I don't mind bored....trust me, boredom is the very least of my worries. Still, long nights alone...it's a glimpse into my not so pretty future, and I guess that's what bothers me.

I suppose I should try the thrift stores and see if I can find a radio or something. At least I could listen to NPR (Natl. Public Radio), they've got Prairie Home Companion and jazz and folk shows, in-depth news and whatnot...though my reception sucks here in the city, for some reason--can't get any television stations in--but I could get one or two in, with my antenna, when I was living in the country, go figure. Oddly, when I was living in the mountains, on my radio, I could get in New York City stations and Montreal stations--both around 200 miles distant, better than I could get in the local stations out of Glens Falls and Warrensburg...very strange what mountains will do with radio signals, ey?

Friday it snowed, Monday it was freezing rain and sleet, today, it's nearly 65 F and raining--tee shirt weather, at last! Well, maybe not, it is, afterall raining, with the possiblity of thunderstorms. Well, at least it stopped snowing, finally....though there's still plenty left on the ground. We've had snow every week, practially, since early December.

Well, my drunken inbred hillbilly neighbour across the hall, has his sister living with him. They're about the same age as me, in their late forties. He reveled that the two of them are sharing the same bed---too much information! Actually, they're sort of nice, in a Dukes of Hazzard kind of way...just don't have all of their toys stored in the old attic, if you know what I mean.

Well, must get on and do my thing with Social Services....otherwise I'll be living in the dark, eating cold tinned beans.