I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

"Okay yeah, I am going to be the next Wonderbra model. They're very comfortable, ya'know, and the burgundy one's look fantastic with ma' kilt."

On break and incredibly sleepy---anemia must be playing up, as I had plenty of sleep and have been taking my vitamins and meds. Want to just fall over and die, I'm that fagged out today. Not good, is it?

A blog friend has set up a website dedicated to David Tennant. Promised her I'd look it over--but lost the e-mail (stupid me deleted it accidentially) and thought I'd just Google it...

You know..there's a lot of rather odd DT websites out there. I honestly sort of feel sorry for the man! How weird must it be for him, at times?

Found one website that said, "Your one stop for all of your David Tennant needs." Erm---okay. Not sure I want to go there, ya'know what I mean?

Well, back to work, praying that I don't nod off at my desk. 2pm can't come soon enough today...they're still not putting me on the new script--so what did they make me stay an extra half-hour for, to train for it, on Monday? Oh well, not for me to question why, but for me to sell or die. See'ya later aligators.

This is a favourite poem of mine, and since it is such a lovely summer day, I thought I'd share it with you. It's by Mary Darby Robinson.

Who has not waked to list the busy sounds
Of summer's morning, in the sultry smoke
Of noisy London? On the pavement hot
The sooty chimney-boy, with dingy face
And tatter'd covering, shrilly bawls his trade,
Rousing the sleepy housemaid. At the door
The milk-pail rattles, and the tinkling bell
Proclaims the dustman's office; while the street
Is lost in clouds impervious. Now begins
The din of hackney-coaches, waggons, carts;
While tinmen's shops, and noisy trunk-makers,
Knife-grinders, coopers, squeaking cork-cutters,
Fruit barrows, and the hunger-giving cries
Of vegetable venders, fill the air.
Now every shop displays its varied trade,
And the fresh-sprinkled pavement cools the feet
Of early walkers. At the private door
The ruddy housemaid twirls the busy mop,
Annoying the smart 'prentice, or neat girl,
Tripping with band-box lightly. Now the sun
Darts burning splendour on the glittering pane,
Save where the canvas awning throws a shade
On the day merchandize. Now, spruce and trim,
In shops (where beauty smiles with industry),
Sits the smart damsel; while the passenger
Peeps through the window, watching every charm.
Now pastry dainties catch the eye minute
Of humming insects, while the limy snare
Waits to enthral them. Now the lamp-lighter
Mounts the tall ladder, nimbly venturous,
To trim the half-fill'd lamp; while at his feet
The pot-boy yells discordant! All along
The sultry pavement, the old-clothes man cries
In tone monotonous, the side-long views
The area for his traffic: now the bag
Is slily open'd, and the half-worn suit
(Sometimes the pilfer'd treasure of the base
Domestic spoiler), for one half its worth,
Sinks in the green abyss. The porter now
Bears his huge load along the burning way;
And the poor poet wakes from busy dreams,
To paint the summer morning.

Okay, how many people in the US (and possibly, the UK) don't think that we ARE in a recession, and that inflation has been running rampant for months and months, now?

Apparently, some "economists?"

"The Fed is caught between a rock and a hard place," said Sung Won Sohn, an economics professor at California State University. "The economy seems to be slipping into a recession at the same time that inflation is getting worse." No sh*t, Sherlock. So much for the American educational system--how many of you would enroll in HIS economics course?

"It's gotten so bad with the fan-girls hounding me, I've had to tell the security guards to send the overflow to my mates, back in Glasgow."

Well, I woke to realize that I'm out of eggs, milk and butter...so much for breakfast...so I'm having last night's leftovers. Hmmm--interesting. Not sure how I like it...but no way can I go most of the day without eating, with my blood sugar the way it is....I'd be doing another turn in the ER, and that's NOT the way I want to end my day. So, it's BBQ boneless ribs and cheddar potatoes...ah well, hope my stomach will forgive me...it was either that, or liverwurst with mayonnaise on an onion roll.

My clock-radio awoke me with "Song Sung Blue," now there's a cheery song to wake to!" Which was followed by "Dream-dream-dream," by the Everly Brothers...also a bad choice, for those of us that would love to turn over and go back to sleep, ha-ha. Someone give that DJ the boot...

Lovely sunny, day. Only supposed to get to 80 F today, so essentially, the perfect summer day outside. Have to water my plants out on the balcony, My potted dill is drooping sadly, poor thing.

Flame is perched on the arm of my chair, staring intensely at me, with that, "Are you gonna' feed me some time this morning, or what?" She's even tapping me on the shoulder with her paw, in that annoying, nagging way of hers. People who don't know animals, have no clue just how much like people they can really be.

Oh well, have to do the washing up after breakfast and take out the bin bags to the skip out back, before I can get ready for work. Didn't start the new script yesterday, so I reckon I'll be doing it today, perhaps. I'm told most of the people I'll be ringing up to come back to the company (trying to bring people back who canceled), a lot of people who are dead. The one's who aren't dead, hate the company's guts. Oh yeah. Gonna' be a real fun day.

I love to write...I don't even mind spending time copying and pasting stuff I'd written to blogs and websites...except...when the flippin' website LOSES everything that I'd just spent a flippin' hour and a half copying and pasting!

I'd made a mistake publishing an old story to one of my Who-fic blogs (nbgwho.wordpress.com), and had to delete the new version, and re-post the original version (long story, let's just say it's easier for me to do the really rubbish version than to try and dredge up the "new" rewrite that I did last winter on this blog.)

So, it's half-past 11pm, and I've only (for the second time) just got to re-posting the 5th chapter out of 19 chapters...man! Life sucks and then you die.

When an actor, reporter, DJ or presenter/announcer, can't keep a straight face on camera, while on-air or while performing a scene, it's known as "corpsing."

This is a hilarious clip of actors Tim Conway and Harvey Corman BOTH corpsing during a skit on the Carol Burnett show. Corman especially is just not able to quite keep his face straight, throughout all of Conway's on-stage antics.

"How could they do this to my Tardis? Due to budget cuts, the BBC is replacing it with a flat-pack Ikea wardrobe...at least they killed the idea of replacing my sonic screwdriver with a carrot spray-painted silver...."

Well, after a day of constant storms, rumbling around the city, and torrential rains, it's a quiet, fairly clear evening--and much, much cooler thankfully.

Boring day at work. Only made one sale---loads of cranky old people, hard to sell to crotchety old gits---I mean nice elderly folks--- let me tell you.

Someone brought in some more tinned haggis to the office, and offered me some--so I had a quick snack of that on a couple of saltine crackers--don't knock it 'till you've tried it! It's really rather good...like it much better than pate or brie on a cracker, let me tell you. Of course, the only way to get haggis over here, is to order it online...which I couldn't ever do, as I can't afford it, and ripped up my debit card, last year. But yeah, I would if I could, sure.

Not so sure about those Walker's marmite or pickled onion flavoured crisps I saw on some UK website though...Marmite??? Sounds about as appetizing as peanut butter flavour potato cheps--bleh. We have Herr's Heinz catsup flavoured, and steak and onion flavoured chips (aka: crisps) that aren't half bad. And I'm rather partial to salt & vinegar, honey-BBQ and cheddar flavour chips as well....tho' I can't have them, any longer. With my blood pressure being so closely monitored, it's strictly the rare bag of either Wise's "lightly salted" chips, or Corazona's 3 cheese Italiano flavoured "heart healthy" crisps (made with some kind of special oil that supposed to actually lowers your cholesterol...tastes sort of rubbish, if you ask me).

The cats are happy tonight, dunno' why. They were really happy to see me, when I got home from work. Though they weren't in any way violent, I do think the storms unsettled them, a bit, perhaps.

Well, have to see to dinner...made Honey BBQ boneless pork ribs, sweet corn and julienne style cheddar potatoes. Yum!

Have a good night, all.

I probably would have had a higher "drama nerd" score, 'cept they kept asking me if I liked to sew costumes, and I hate sewing--only student in my elementary school's Home Economics class ever sent to the ER for having a sewing accident--TWICE in one day!

Annime nerd???? I've never watched annime, where'd they get that? (True, I'm not adverse to reading a comic book, on the rare occasion.)