I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I was passed on a blub about David Tennant's upcoming role in Hamlet. In the interview, was a quote to the effect that Mr. Tennant "doesn't look good in tights."

As I was reading this, a co-worker walked by and wanted to know why I was laughing so hard.

I dunno' about the tights thing--that's one image I'd rather not have in my mind before my lunch time--anyway, I will say that I do know the guy doesn't look half-bad in panty-hose, ha-ha.

WHAT THE DOCTOR SAID...

"Oh no, not the mind-probe! I just finished watching the Miss Scotland competition! Rose will kill me when she see's where my mind was wandering."

"Oh no, not the anal probe! Oh wait, I rather like that."

"Oh no, not the wardrobe! I love my suit--Colin Baker's costume terrifies me!"

I've watched all the Torchwood episodes, and I must say that while the jury was still out on the show last year, this year I think was a vast improvement. Still a bit sappy and soap opera-ish sometimes, but far, far less than last year--in fact, this year's episodes actually made me a little teary-eyed a couple of times, which seldom happens with me and sci-fi programmes. The acting and directing and scripts seem to have all been much improved this time around, and now I do believe that the Torchwood is beginning to show some real promise.

So, I'm off until Saturday morning. No plans for tomorrow. Last couple of Fridays I went to the local mall in Queensbury, but that "thrill" wore off rather quickly. I'm not really a mall/trendy name brands kind of person. I'm more the quaint little shops/consignment stores/farm & tack shops sort, myself.

Although, after months and months of poverty/uncertainty, my life is slowly becoming more stable again, still, of late I feel uneasy, and I can't explain why. I've been having bad dreams, but everyone has those. No, I guess I've had so very many emotional cliff-hangers and near-misses with homelessness and loss, that somehow my sub-conconscous refuses to believe that the bad things have stopped. At least, that's my take on the situation. But, though I tell myself I'm just being silly, I still feel afraid and uneasy, worried that the floor is going to drop out from under me--yet again. Am I being stupid? I dunno'. It's hard to just turn it off, I guess.

One of my co-workers was showing me photos of beaches and the seaside. Beautiful! I've not seen the ocean much, in my lifetime. My first two impressions of the sea, as a youngster being dragged to places like Hampton Beach, New Hampshire and New London Conneticuit, were less than thrilled. "Oh yeah, lots of boring gray water and yellow sand and noisy people. Great. Can we go home now?" That was more or less the Cliff Notes version of my attitude. In my mid-twenties I got dragged to Atlantic City, and my impression of the sea didn't change much. Hopelessly dull, the sea...or, so I thought.

And then I went to Europe. I saw emerald-coloured seas crashing against black lava rocks in Iceland, and was entralled. Three years later, in Alexandria, Egypt I saw the Mediteraainan (or however you spell it, no time for dictionary's today)...anyway, there for the first time I glimpsed turquoise coloured seas, and was just taken away with it. In the Netherlands in the spring of 2001--tho' it was on a meer and not the sea, I sailed on some wooden sailboats for the first time, and fell absolutely in love with it. Of course, I'll probably never get to sail again, (heck, I'll probably never have a holiday again, for that matter) but...for the first time, in my 40's, I learned just what some people see in the...well, sea. It really can be lovely, can't it?

Anyway, have a good weekend, all. I'm off home to a lunch of leftover chilli con carne and cornmeal muffins, and a night of DVD watching and some story writing.

Well, I've got a day off tomorrow--I think a sleep-in is in order, as I seem to be unexplicably lethargic today...to the point of being feeling like ten different kinds of stupid. I didn't even know what day it was, at first, when I came into work this morning. I feel like I've had all my energy drained from me, and I've no clue why I feel that way.

Anyway, it's another nice day, but the last one for a while. Cold front's coming in, bringing us back to late March or early April-ish type of weather...and rain, which we sort of need. Figures. Let's not have the gorgeous weather on the weekend, oh no. Let's give have it during the work week, and make the weekend utterly rubbish. :p

Well, break's over, so I guess I'll finish blogging later. Oh, and if I am ever back online at home, it looks now like it won't be until June or July, at the earliest, just to give you a heads-up. Cheers, Nancy.