I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Someone sent me an e-mail with a link to this Youtube video of some David Tennant interview over there in the UK. Since the first half of the interview (Not shown here) has Mr. Tennant discussing Hamlet, I'm guessing that this is fairly recent? I know that the political discussion has been in some of the UK papers that I read online---I think the Times and the Guardian, if I'm not mistaken.

But I really feel for the young actor, being sandwiched between what appears to be Britain's equivilent of a neo-con, and a staunch liberal. (I take it from the ensuing conversation, that Mr. Tennant's a liberal, like myself? Or am I incorrect--not that it matters, I suppose, none of my business.)

Anyway, here's my view--I know I'm not British, but as a liberal, I'm very keen on civil liberties. I've seen Bush and his neo-con buddies strip away our liberties all under the paranoid guise of "homeland security."

I think the woman's arguments--while well intentioned, are a bit, well...stupid. Listening to her, I can almost hear my mum yelling at my sister..."Just because your friends are doing it, doesn't mean you have to." I mean, yeah, it's always great to allow police more time to investigate someone, sure it is. But, what if that someone is completely innocent? I mean--what's this mindless cr*p about "People have a right not to be bombed," nonsense?

That's the most ridiculous argument I have EVER heard someone from Britain, ever make! You also have a right to walk down to the shops without being harrassed by some drunken yobs, right? But, I'm sure it happens....and the drunken yobs have rights, same as you do, unfortunately. The problem with civil liberties and democracy, is that in order for civil liberties to work--they have to apply to EVERYONE.

So, 42 days may not seem like much to you or me--but to someone innocent, who's been caught up in some paranoid pre or post-terrorism frenzy, that extra few days can seem like a lifetime. And to suggest that no one innocent, would be caught up in this, to brush aside that like it means nothing....makes someone no better than the people who planted the bomb.

Anyway, this woman sounds EXACTLY like George Bush---has she been sleeping with him?

This is the ONLY nation on the planet, whose citizens actually take pride in being STUPID.
The REALLY scary thing is, that we are supposed to be the most powerful country on the planet--yeah, well obviously we didn't get that way by THINKING.

(Filmed at a gun show in Oklahoma--where the wind sweeping down the plains is now, apparently, punctuated by automatic gunfire--shot by 4 and 5 year olds.)

Just want to add, that when I was around 13 years old, at a village fete to raise funds for the village's new volunteer ambulance service, we had a booth where one could smash a junk car with a sledge hammer for 50 cents--with safety glasses on. But, one had to be over 12 years old and supervised by a parent to participate. Now we let kids who are barely out of diapers fire machine guns? America has truly become a nation of fools.

You know, I hate it on my job, when I call and ask for someone, and some person says, "You know, he WORKS for a living!"

What an incredibly stupid thing to say. I mean, unless you're a housewife, retired, sick, unemployed, or homeless--then ALL the rest of us DO work for a living!

Okay, some people harder than others....

And why in heaven's name, do these morons think that telemarketers don't work? Look at all the idiots, rude people and rubbish behavours we have to deal with, for hours on end, day after day.

And, lots of us telemarket, because we're DISABLED and CANNOT work at other occupations. It's really charming, hearing some macho hunting enthusiast guy yelling over the phone at one of our reps in a wheelchair. Or some snarky rich guy, telling a senior rep (who, unlike the person on the other end of the phone, HAS to work post-retirement in order to survive), "why don't you get a REAL job?" Oh, Americans are soooo--mentally lazy.

I'm big on courtesy and respect, because it's basically what seperates human beings from livestock. I don't know about you, but I'd rather be thought of as human.

First I can't get into my aol e-mail account any longer---now Facebook has gone wonky as well...oh, I'm just batting a thousand today, aren't I?

"Who me? Put a cucumber in my pants just to look bigger? Never. It was a banana."

No really, she just did this because she wanted to make us more aware of the problems of global warming...

And didn't he get himself a nice peek?

while I was having breakfast, I looked through some of my older story blogs, to check out the stats.

On my "nbgwho" blog, on wordpress, someone today looked at a really rubbish skit I wrote, (based on a famous Abbot and Costello routine, that I called, "Doctor Who's on First"), six times.

Someone from Los Angeles read my Accord Hospice 100 story blog for over 52 minutes. Very odd, especially considering that the fund-raiser for Accord stopped at the end of October, not sure why people are still accessing that blog--looking for story ideas? It's not like the drabbles I wrote there are great literature.

On the newest wordpress blog ("davidtennantsdoctor"), the three top stories at the moment seem to be "Doctor Who's (mildly) Rude Adventure," "The Doctor's Pyjamas," and "Rain of Terror." No comments yet, though.

Also, the website "movie fanfic chains" seems to have accessed my older wordpress Who-fic blog, because now one of my older stories from--I think--2006, is on there.

And lately, on this blog--just since the weekend, I've been getting over 1000 hits a day...no clue why.

Hello all,

Awoke to a chilly, overcast day--which is lovely, as far as I'm concerned. I'm definitely NOT a hot weather person--well, not a 90's F and humid weather kind of person, at any rate. Give me minus 10 F and snow any day, ha-ha, I'm a northern girl, I laugh at sub-zero temperatures (just before I curse them, after I go outside.)

Still feel a bit...bleh, but whatever happened to my body yesterday seems to have gone on it's merry old way. Overheard one of the ER doctors saying that he's seeing virus' lately, with "weird" symptoms, like he's never seen before. Maybe global warming is having more of an effect on us than we think?

We're having a tomato scare over here. No, they aren't attacking us...well, they are, in a way. Seems tomatoes from all across the US and Mexico, are suddenly full of dangerous e-coli bacteria. Over the weekend, the NY state Dept. of Agriculture and Markets, assured us that our state's tomatoes were unaffected. Wrong. Two days later, the Federal government issued a warning and added New York tomatoes to the banned list. Ah well...knew I should have grown some container tomatoes on my balcony this year---could have sold them at the office and made a fortune.

But, tomatoes aren't the only produce concern here. The corn crop for much of America is now under water---what isn't being affected by droughts, elesewhere.

Not only has gas reached 4.39 a gallon, over here, now the cost of fresh veggies are going to sky-rocket...and I'm sure tinned and frozen veggies, and any product containing tomatoes--such as spaghetti sauce and pizza, will eventually go up, as well.

Already the middle class is whining and moaning about how hard up they are....and in a way, I really feel for them, but on the other hand, their slightly poorer counterparts (such as myself and many of my co-workers) have been living like that for many months more than they have, and we reeeallly don't want to hear it, know what I mean?

I'm teaching myself to play gin rummy (with the computer game) but haven't a clue how scoring works--and what the heck does "knock" mean?

Gonna' listen to some music, do some morning chores and then bustle off to work.

Anyway, have to have some breakfast at the mo'. I'm temporarily ordered off milk and other dairy products, on account of the stomach bug, so I suppose no honey-nut shredded wheat, this morning. Toast and juice will have to do--but I'll be starvin' when I get home late this afternoon. Ah well, that's life.

Have a good afternoon, all. Cheers.

I adore this particular scene, where the Donna is trying to help the Doctor when he's poisoned--and they end up playing charades--when Donna goes, "It's a song--Mammy" like Al Jolson--my god! I thought I'd split a gut laughing. There's been a lot of funny stuff on the new Dr Who--but I have to say, that "mammy" moment has GOT to be my all-time fav.

I'm NOT feeling sorry for myself--but just am talking frankly about how I genuinely feel, okay?

Today I spent six hours alone in hospital, lying on a stretcher, in the anonymous, bustling, chilly hallway--the life and noise and smells of a busy regional emergency room--only one in the north country, going on all about me.

I'm quite used to being alone, but there are times when the reality of my isolation, rings hollow inside me. Like church--for me, being in church in a strange city (and believe me, Glens Falls is very strange) dozens of miles from my nearest relation and thousands of miles from my nearest friends...is hard to bear. Sitting amid the cold stone, looking at Jesus in stained glass, mumbling my way through hymns I don't know...it leaves me feeling small and insignificant.

And being in hospital alone, is the emptiest feeling of all. No one holds my hand, no one murmurs words of comfort...it's just the bustle of life going on around me, while I lay flat, with only a needle in my arm, listening to moans, and beeping and hurried, murmured conversations passing me by.

I hate hospitals. Not because of the tedium and pain, but because they are the loneliest places on earth.

The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound
by
Emily Dickinson

1863

...just as soon as he gets off the toilet.

Well, Firefox-Mozilla did it to me again--kicked me off the web, then errased all my info, when I was forced to shut off the computer the hard way--by unplugging it, because it froze my entire computer!

When I re-booted, the computer tossed out all my password info and other stuff stored on there, and now I also have a new start-up page that I never had before in my life...what's with that?

I know some people love firefox, but for me, it has just be one major pain in the arse--and there's no way to contact firefox, to ask them what the hell is going on.

Sometimes I miss life before the computer age.