I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Just seconds ago, someone from blog-land e-mailed me the link to this video, saying they thought I'd like this. I rather do, actually--quite a bit. Her name is Anna Neale, I think. What do you think? Have you ever heard her before? Who is she? Where's she from? She sounds American, but these days, you never know, anymore.

"No-no-no, Russell! That's not fair! You want me to order the moo-shoo pork, just so I can use the chopsticks to defeat the alien? But I was gonna' order the won-ton soup!"

Okay, what is this? Another offer to "Enhance" Nancy's woo-hoo. Okaaay. Nancy doesn't have a woo-hoo...I mean, my NAME should be a clue, yeah?

I mean, I have (much to my cringe-ment), been called "sir" once or twice. But really, no meat in my lunch box, guys, sorry.

More porn offers..they get worse than the "wetting in the bed" bit. Is anyone REALLY ever that desperate for sex, as to respond to sex-spam? Wow. Makes me reaaaalllly glad I'm an old maid.

I've even got "offers" addressed to my first name, from other women, offering to...well, do something that's not actually possible unless I get a sex change operation.

Ewwwww! I hate yahoo. Wish I'd never heard of it.

You know how some people get home-sick..well, I miss horses. I really, really do. During the off-series time, I miss Dr Who. A few months back, I got to missing the theater (at college), now I'm missin' horses...as you can probably tell by my theme today. Loved 'em since I was about 4 or 5 years old...I'll never be a great horsewoman, and yes, sometimes I'm afraid of them, but I'll never stop loving them and never tire of being in their magnificent, majestic presence.

A music video set to pics of horses from the big show Devon, Pennsylvania, this past spring, set to Five For Fighting tune:

I was just on another forum, one related to writing, and seems there was this fan-fiction thread, and several people on there were talking about writing Who-fic's, and one mentioned that he or she had a lot of hits on his/her Dr Who fan fiction website in the last several days.

I checked the stats on my two Who-fic blogs, and sure enough, I have had an unusual number of hits, as well. Usually my two wordpress blogs have been averaging one to three hits a day...but lately--just in the last couple of days, that number has almost doubled.

I wonder what's triggered the sudden interest in Doctor Who fan fiction--particularly it seems, David Tennant's Doctor/Donna fan fiction? Any ideas out there? Is there some article in a Dr Who magazine or website? Some blog? Seems a bit odd, but one never knows.

Usually you get more hits, before and after the series is done--from die-hard Whovian junkies looking for Who-fics---or as I call it, looking for a "Who fix." Not at all usual for this many searches for Who fiction, while the series is actually running.

Huh. Beats me with a stick if I can figure it out...but nice to know people are accessing my blog--even if some of them probably are only looking at the pictures, ha-ha.

Just being a John Denver fan-girl, with that lead....or is that too much information? Erm...well, he was cute with the dutchboy 'do and those granny glasses, when he was younger.

Anyway, home from work, to find a note from my PA at the health centre in the post. Seems I have a bad internal infection, and posted me a script for some antibiotics...this is the same doctor mind you, who told me less than two weeks ago, that she thought I DIDN'T have that particular infection...seems the hospital did some tests while I was in the ER the other day, and turned it up.

So, might account for my feeling so down and rubbish of late, dunno'.

Well, waiting for lunch to cook. Not very hungry so don't mind the wait so much...it can seem like forever, though, when I'm famished, as I sometimes am, with my current work schedule.

I reckon I might finish re-writing that rubbish chapter in my latest Who-fic story, "Dark Holiday." I haven't felt up to writing--I mean, you know, it's tough coming up with (what one hopes are) page-turning ideas, when I physically and mentally feel like a wet tea towel. At least I'm not almost literally falling asleep on my feet, today! Bother! That was an awful feeling. Well, my Who-fics aren't that good, anyway, so I don't suppose it matters much.

The kids upstairs are either shifting the entire contents of their apartment around, or holding a music-less rave, I haven't figured out which, yet, but they're making a horrendous racket on my ceiling. Bugger! I was hoping for a quiet afternoon here. Ah well. I miss the country so much, sometimes--tho' what with the chainsaws, ATV's and motorbikes and snowmobiles, it could be rather loud, at times. Not sure I'll ever get used to being a city girl, tho' I don't guess I have much choice in the matter.

Got a shnarky PM some foamy-mouthed rabid American gun freak, objecting to my being against gun control. Told me if I "didn't like America, why don't I leave?" I told him that if he wanted to give me the $10,000 to $20,000 it would take to relocate me and my cats...fine by me! I'd love to become a citizen in another country, as our Judicial branch has been blatantly hijacked by the neo-con's, whose only interperetation of the Constitution, is whatever twisted idea THEY have about it.

I also stated that I wasn't against guns--I was against the rabid, bigoted idiots that are allowed to use them.

I won't repeat the gun-sucker's response, let's just say it was anatomically impossible.

Hullo all,

Well, a bit more awake today, than yesterday, but stomach's not happy, and I'm away from my desk more than my employer would like me to be, but not because I'm being a slacker--not that they'd care.

More gun-lover's today to speak with--man, American gun owners are scary...Candians are so normal, it's such a difference when you talk to them--like day and night...or rather, like the difference between speaking to a spoiled, petulant child, and a mature, responsible adult. Not that Canadian gun owners can't be brusque--but at least THEY know how to properly speak on a telephone, and they don't get violently angry, throw tantrums and/or (mostly) talk rude to a lady. I've had guys swear at me three times today--and one of 'em was a wrong flipping number!

Anyway, half-way through my day, at least I've made some sales. My cubicle mate isn't happy with me--he's pro-gun freedom, and I'm not. I have no qualms about gun-ownership...just don't like Americans owning guns, 'cos they're so irresponsible, rude, irrational, narrow-minded, bigoted, childish and, too often, downright mean and hateful. Other than that, they're a great bunch of guys and gals.

Well, back to work. Have a nice afternoon everyone.

Good Morning blog-pals. Well, I think it's morning...what the heck day is it? If I were still a teenager, I'd definitely be whinging, "I don' wanna' go to school today, mom!" Heh-heh.

And,s after that oh-so-gorgeous perfect 10 of a day yesterday, naturally, today is grey and damp and gloomy. That's life, I guess.

Well, I haven't a clue what to have for breakfast, but gotta' find something. While I'm banging around the kitchen, here's something to help you start your day:

It's a great "road-trip" song, and also helps get you into gear, in the morning...at least that's what I keep telling myself. Not sure my body's listening, though.

Woke at 4am, can't get back to sleep. Damn.

I'm hungry, as well, and not a blessed thing to eat--at least nothing that doesn't require too much fuss...no bread, eggs, milk. Outta' most all of the basics.

All I've got left is a couple of hot dog buns, a split chicken breast(dinner tonight), some yogurt (which is frozen, 'cos I forgot to take it out of the freezer, yesterday), Some left over breaded fish fingers and some beer battered french fries (lunch today), some frozen broccoli, and a packet of instant Thai curry noodle soup. Well, I do have some margarine left, so I suppose I could butter the hot dog rolls and eat them--god, I can't wait for pay day...mind you, the internet bill just came in the post, and I missed a few day's work last week, 'cos I was sick--so, the grocery list will needs be lean again, this week. Damn.

Why is it, when the cupbord's well-stocked, I'm either too sick to eat, or my appetite's off...but when I'm down and out--THEN my body decides it's hungry again? Life sucks and then you die, people.

And on that less-than-cheery thought, I'll just pop off and try to get a couple hour's sleep before 7:15 rolls around. Cheers.

Having heart palpatations. I hate that, when I'm just sitting here, and my heart out of the blue, starts fluttering around in my chest like a Mexican jumping bean. Feels really weird.

I'm okay--no worries. These heart fluctuations aren't in any way dangerous, just mildly unsettling, because they come on so suddenly, and it can be hard to catch your breath for a few seconds.

Oh dear. Flame just spat at Boots--she's partly blind and gets upset if one of the boys gets to close to her unexpectedly...now Boots is yowling all over the apartment, feeling sorry for himself...sure the neighbours must love hearing that. Cats...sheesh. Worse than kids, sometimes. Well...maybe not.

I can't sleep! It's too late to putter about the house, don't feel like reading a book (that I've read already)...so what to do? Don't feel like writing any deep political, social or philosophical commentary.

Oh hell, why not talk about David Tennant?

Okay, I keep getting fan-girls sending love messages to DT on my blog, so here's my response to that:

WHY I WOULDN'T WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO DAVID TENNANT:

And the number one reason I wouldn't have sex with David Tennant:

My depression is worsening, despite my efforts to combat it. I've stopped writing to friends, stopped writing much of anything, really. Even my blog isn't very deep these days, most of the time.

No one really wants to hear my "deep" side--and probably that's why I don't talk to people much about it. People want to be amused, or shocked or hear happy stories...no one wants to hear about depression, or your feelings or philosophies. Tho', I guess I'm not the deepest well on the farm, or the sharpest tool in the box, when it comes to philosophy or rubbish like that.

It's not the worst bout of depression I've ever had--I mean, I'm not so sad or apathetic, as to be suicidal or anything like that.

It's just like I'm in neutral, sitting here like a fallen leaf, lying motionless on the earth beneath a tree, waiting, still and formless, vainly wishing for the airless wind to stir once more and blow me somewhere--anywhere, sending me on my way again.

But, there is no breeze. Just the midnight blue sky, the dampness of the night-hours, the dewy tears of an empty heaven, plastering this leaf down into to the cold, unforgiving clay.

You're Egypt!

Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid

Had my nap, feel a little better...and least I don't feel like I could just lay down and sleep forever...not a great thing. Despite my, erm--hefty size, I used to be quite active. I wasn't afraid to walk a few miles. I never let things stop me--if I got the chance to ride a horse, sail a boat, ride a camel....I'd just jump in with both feet and go for it. Now, I get exhausted and breathless just walking 4 blocks!

I wish they'd figure out why I'm anemic--believe it or not, at the moment, my provider has just shrugged, and, without any further tests, proclaimed it's just because I'm pre-menopausal...despite a previous doctor's worries about my kidneys...she won't even TALK to me about it! Well, the doctor at hospital was wrong---apparently--about me having congestive heart failure. They were worried at hospital last year, that I had cancer, and that (thank God) didn't pan out. Maybe my old doctor was wrong about my kidney failure? That would be a relief.

Well, I'm changing health care providers next month. Maybe this one will actually remember my name without having to look it up on my chart (I kid you not). Really, maybe this new bloke will remember that he ordered tests for me, and actually LISTEN to me and stuff. My PA isn't a bad person...I just think she's grossly overworked, and since she's been there for over a decade (she used to see my late mum, 10 years ago--I remember 'cos mum wasn't happy with her--now I know why, but she's probably tired of her job, and just is burnt out---it happens. Or, she could just suck at her job. Who knows?

I totally sucked at my job today. I tried, I really did try, despite how rotten I was feeling.

Today, I couldn't have sold a refrigerator to someone in the desert. I couldn't have sold a kerosene heater to an Eskimo (and I've actually rung up an Eskimo in Nunavut Province).

Oh well. I'll just listen to some internet radio and chill out. It's a nice evening. Gosh, today was such a glorious day out there--the kind of day, when, in the old days (as in before 2005) I would have gone horseback riding, or cycling, swimming on the lake/river, for a drive in the country (back before the price of petrol escalated and no one knew what a "carbon footprint" was), working in the garden, playing mini-golf or do some horseshoe pitching....anything, just to be outside! But, instead, I went home, had lunch and crawled into bed.

I'm turning into a vegetable, and there seems to be not a blessed thing I can do about it! It's so frustrating, and such a lonely feeling. I need to get out of here! I need to feel like I'm part of the world again, like I'm still a functioning human being, like I have VALUE. Instead, I'm turning into the one type of person, I've tried the last 30 years trying to avoid becoming. What's happening to me?

So...just listen to some music and try and forget about it for a while. The really nice thing about Pandora radio, is that when you create a station around a favourite artist or type of music--the station automatically tries to find similar artists/music. I started out liking one or two artists (Like the Proclaimers, the New Pornogrpahers and the Kaiser Cheifs), and the station has played other stuff, and now I am tuning into all these other artists...most of whom I'd never heard of before, like the Bluetones, the Housemartins, Runrig, Robbie Williams, etc.

Stuff many of you may have heard before--years ago, is all brand new to me. I left popular music--mostly--behind, from the early 80's to just the last couple of years...so I literally have over two decades of music to catch up with. And, I have to say, I'm kinda' having a blast. I rarely get to go to concerts, and never bought CD's--couldn't afford them ever, and didn't have a CD player anyway...so radio is my only access to music, really.

What I'm listening to--the list:

TITLE/ARTIST
Long Black Veil/The Proclaimers
I Couldn't Spend Another Day/The Ministry of Sound
Superman/R.E.M.
Missing You/Tyler Hilton
Slight Return/The Bluetones
Strong/Robbie Williams
By Your Side/Eskobar
Five O'Clock World/The Proclaimers
Keep it Simple/Folkushima
The Planner's Dream Goes Wrong/The Jam
Song of the Earth/Runrig
Arms of Mary/The Sutherlands
Don't Cut Me Down/The Dylans
West End Girls/Pet Shop Boys
I Could Fall in Love with You/Erasure
The Crying Game/The Culture Club
Reverand's Revenge/The Housemartins
Purple Prose/Mystery Jets
Generator/The Holloways
You Can Have it All/Kaiser Chiefs

So much for the "new" stuff I've been listening to. Switching gears to the stuff I grew up listening to:

We're an American Band-- 2002 version/Grand Funk Railroad (I'm so gobsmacked that these guys sound just as good now, as they did 35 years ago--do you know how amazing that is?)

Magic Carpet Ride/Stepphanwolf
Liar/Three Dog Night
Hold Your Head Up/Argent
One of These Nights/The Eagles