I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

"And this is what my face looked like, after I kissed Kylie...it's a family show, so I can't tel you what the rest of my body was doing...let's just say I won't be needing any Viagra."

Taken from fanfic.net

I thought this was sort of fun...I'm not a teen anymore, but most of the stuff below either did--or still does, apply to me.

98 of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this into your profile.

92 percent American teens would die if Abecrombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their asses off at the others.

(As an aside, back in the 70's, when I was a teen, Abercrombie and Fitch were mostly a mail-order house, and were actually considered very un-cool by the teens where I lived (it being mainly a hunting/outdoors outfitter back then, and considered too "rural" to be cool--except me, of course...I had a pair of used A & F hunting boots that I used as spare hikers during mud season.).

If you've ever ran into a lamppost or some tall, metal pole that is blatantly obvious, copy this into your profile

I know some guys that would like to run into her--bada-boom-ba!

So many books, so little time...I can't wait to finish paying off for those library books that were lost, after my mum passed on. Still have, I think, $100 to go (about 6 or 7 books were lost @ $25 each)..when they're paid off, I can borrow books again, and even take out DVD's--haven't been able to rent any in over a year (no rental places 'round here anymore).

My mum was sometimes--whether it was the kidney failure, the meds, or simply old age--a bit out of it. She even had hallucinations, once or twice. After she'd passed on, I found half a dozen unpaid bills inside her jewelry box, that I had no clue were even there--most were medical bills addressed to her, and I suppose she thought not to bother me with them, I don't know. So, anyway, while it certainly came as a genuine surprise, months after she'd died, when I was told that she'd taken so many books out on my card while I was away on overseas studies for a couple of weeks, it wasn't exactly shocking.

Now, I do have over 150 books here at home--everything from old text-books, to classic literature, horse books, plays and poetry, non-fiction (mostly history), westerns, Dr Who and sci-fi, mysteries, stuff like that. But, I've read the bulk of them...a few have been read and re-read, dozens of times.

But, now that I have the internet--I've got loads more books at my fingertips. Oh, maybe not the latest works, certainly. But, there's much to be said for the great old books of yesterday.

Regardless of when they were written, a book is a door to the universe, to the world all around us--the realities, the histories, the possibilities of what could be. A window into who and what we are--and were, and all that we can be--or shouldn't be. That's what a good book can do for you.

There's loads of books for free, on the internet. Have trouble reading online? Here's a tip: Hit CRTL +, and that should magnify the print.

Websites I recommend:

http://www.william-shakespeare.info/site-map.htm

http://www.bartleby.com/

http://www.ipl.org/div/books/ --(Internet Public Library website)

http://www.pagebypagebooks.com/

http://www.bibliomania.com/bibliomania-static/index.html

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She was only the librarian's daughter, but all the book-worms knew her...

Okay, so there I was, surfing YouTube for some Dr Who tidbits--when I came across a video, simply labeled, "David Tennant Sneezing."

Okay, the man's human--not Galifreyan, he probably does sneeze from time to time. And, he's a man, so he also, very probably blows snot from his nose (and likely at some point in his lifetime, has wiped in on his sleeve), and I'm willing to be that he has no qualms about farting and belching, as well.

But, apparently, some fan-girls are so fascinated by the man, that they repeatedly watch videos of actor sneezing.

Okay fan-girls, if you have reached this point in your worship of the sex-fiend...erm, I mean sex-god, known as David Tennant, here's my advice to you:

Call fan-girl's anonymous for a home pick-up, and tell them to bring the special jacket and the padded truck.

Yes, I'd heard so much about this particular episode, that I was like a kid with her hand in mum's cookie jar, couldn't stay away. So, watched it on YouTube.

This is only a guess, and it's not a spoiler, because of that. But, my thought is, that Donna and the 4,222 some-odd other people, aren't really dead. I'm thinking, they've been "saved,"---like you or I would save data on a computer. I'm thinking that perhaps, she's been stored away on some super-futuristic security system.

Guess, like all of you fellow fans out there, I'll have to wait and see if I'm near the mark--or missed the target entirely.

Wow. Now, I've mentioned in a previous post, that the whole atmosphere behind Silence in the Library, reminded me very much, of my late mother's old library, located in the creaky, creepy old village school--and the ghost of Ada Lee.

But, that's not the only thing this episode reminds me of.

This, I think I've mentioned on here before, last year. But really, it's not something that I think I'll ever be entirely comfortable talking about. Well, because, inevitably, when one speaks of having a paranormal experience, you tend to get not believed, you get those looks--you know that look, some of you, like the person you're talking to, is looking at you like you're wearing your underpants on your head, and speaking gibberish.

On one fine Sunday, when I was about 20 years old, the two family dogs--my half-collie Shamrock, and her mum, a retriver-mix, appropriately named, "Happy," went out for a Sunday hike through the rambling 467 acre cemetery, near our home. (Really, it's just a big, beautiful park that happens to have a lot of headstones in it.)

Basically, after years of exploration (and doing some historical research) I was as at home there, as I was in my own bedroom. If anything ever concerned me about that cemetery, it might more likely be the living dangers--(criminal activity, falling trees, a rabid animal, etc.), than the dead. Until one Sunday...

I won't go into details, but there I was, sunny Sunday, the two dogs and I, out for a picnic and a wee bit of a hike. Instead of hiking up the highway, and taking the south gate (2nd photo), I went through the east gate (top photo)--which I tended to use most often. The east gate took you past the main office building, and the old superintendent's residence. Well...I got that far...but suddenly, quite literally, couldn't go any farther.

Now, I should mention that tho' the cemetery says, "rural," it's not. Not really. There's two motorways, and a busy main ( B-type) village road, nearby, plus there was, at the time, a steel mill up the rail tracks (which borders the eastern part of the cemetery). It's anything but quiet, near the east entrance.

Yet, I'd no sooner got past the office, when...everything went quiet. I mean--total and absolute silence. I mean, as if I'd suddenly walked into a vacuum. No birds singing, no wind in the trees, no traffic noises, nothing. Not a single sound--even the dogs had suddenly gone quiet.

Then, it seemed to grow dark--the sun was shining, but...I really can't explain it. It was like...the ominous feeling you get, before a really bad storm, like before a tornado touches down--those terrible, oppressive storms, when the sky actually turns green. Yet, there were no storms that day, no rain.

But...I was, completely out-of the blue, suddenly scared. I kept telling myself that I shouldn't be. That it was all in my head, that I was being a silly twit. I even tried to sit on the hill alongside the office, and eat my picnic lunch, even opened a book of poetry that I kept in my knapsack--but the longer I sat there, the more the hairs on the back of my neck bristled. The harder I tried to convince myself that I was just being an idiot, the more this inexplicable oppressive fear kept pressing down upon my insides.

I finally wound up, leaving--I was so convinced I was being a ninny, that I even tried walking on the other side of the fence for a bit...didn't work. The eerie silence did lift, after a bit, but...that creepy sensation crawling down my spine like a hundred little moth's wings, didn't go away. I basically ran home...and I never was a person who liked running, even back then.

So, this episode of Doctor Who, really triggered some weird memories in me, ey? Russell T. is wonderful, but that Steven Moffatt--he really can get inside your head and mess with you, can't he?

The "mysterious incident" occurred just a short way down this road.


ABOVE PHOTO IS A FACSIMILE OF THE SCENE, OF THE DAY I HAD MY "EXPERIENCE."

Okay, okay. You lot have twisted my arm. Anyway, I'm home with the stomach flu, by the way.It's been going 'round the office, and some people have had it so bad, they've been in bed for a week Thankfully, I'm fair to middlin' with my bout, and will likely be back to work tomorrow night...however--with no sick pay, my income next week will be rubbish, with two days lost pay, so knowing that is almost making me doubly ill.

As an aside, I've noticed that the more posts I write, the more my visitor stats decline--has anyone else noticed that? Am I blogging too much, or what?

I'm worried about my beautiful pansies. I've the basket of Flamenco pansies out on my balcony--and they have been just lovely, very full blooms, and of course, they smell fantastic. But, with the impending tropical heat we're supposed to get for this coming weekend , I'm worried that I'm going to lose some of my blooms--already I've lost a few, due to the late frost...wonky weather. Three weeks ago, would you believe there were actually snowflakes in the air one night? Now it's gonna' be blinking 90 F! What's with that? Our Adirondack weather can be a bit wonky, sometimes. But, while I'm no master gardener, I'd really be sorry to lose my little basket of blooms, they really cheer up the place.

I know, as my troubles have gone, this little worry is nothing at all, but still, more and more, I find that I'm feeling every little loss, these days. Much more sensitive about it than I used to be.

I need to get my mind off of my illness and lost pay--and drooping pansies. Anyway, what better way to do that, than to pick on the esteemed David Tennant? You're right tho, my blog pals, why should I let some bad-mannered little girl stop me from having a laugh?

So...onwards and upwards. Cheers, Nancy G.

"Oh, erm--no, we weren't French kissing...I, uh, I was just checking Alan's breath, to see if it was still minty-fresh."