I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I HATE getting my Procrit shot!

I know, I'm a total wuss.

Why is it, that I can calmly deal with concussions, sprains, fractures, abscess, stitches...but stick me with a needle...I really, really, really H-A-T-E needles!

Actually, it isn't the shot in the stomach that hurts, it's afterwards. The serum stings like hell going in. And, the idea of getting a shot in my stomach....well, it was as bad as the shot in the bum they gave me, that time I had pneumonia. And I gotta' go in and do this, THREE TIMES A WEEK, for a whole month! Yuck.

I am such an incredible coward when it comes to getting shots, IV's, blood sugar pokes, etc. Always have been.

Three Scotsmen were driving down the road, when they spied a sheep caught in a fence, with it's bum sticking up in the air.

Says Andrew: "I wish that were Posh."

Says Sean: "I wish that were Gemma Bissex."

Says George: "I wish it were really dark right now..."

Yes, I'm doing it again this year--but, slightly differently.

Instead of 100 stories in 100 days, I'm writing one story a week--of any length, until the week of 8th September. Not nearly the challenge of 100 stories, I know, but them's the breaks, as they say.

So, this year, it's "10 stories in 10 weeks."

As before, the widget to donate is set up right in my blog--even a dollar or 50p would be a big help. I'm trying to finally reach my goal of 250 pounds. I'm nearly there.

But...I have made it a bit more challenging for myself, never fear. Wouldn't want this to be TOO easy, would we?

Instead of choosing my story topics on my own, I'm using a RANDOM topic generator.

Using the random topic generator, I've clicked the generator button ten times, and these "topics" are to be the subjects of my stories, for the next 10 weeks:

A bioengineered English teacher sings for a armadillo in the shower.
A red mandolin road a ameoba in the Sink.
A washed-up Theo engulfs a Brand Management in Taiwan.
A lewd swashbuckler sexing a dryad in the middle of may.
A jittery alien vomits a self-help book in the windowsill.
A slow Badger sitting a sphinx in the 9th demetion.
A geriatric glass of water shrieks wildly at a twig in a laboratory.
A Art Nouveau style phoenix seduces a ballon while lost in a field of wheat.
A sleepy ribbon dancer slashes at a cyclops during church.
A Infected gladiator tickling a cow in a strip club.

FIRST STORY TO BE POSTED SOME TIME NEXT WEEK--KEEP WATCHING THIS BLOG!

I suppose only a die-hard Whovian will get this reference, but here's a test to take, to see if you're ginger:

http://www.essaygenerator.com/ginger_test/

I found this funny website, where the person can put in a translator on their bog, which translates your blog into Southern Redneck dialect. Other choices include: Elmer Fudd, Cockney, Jive, Moron, Heckler Swedish chef (like that puppet on the Muppet Show), and Pig Latin.

Go here:

http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/

Rumour has it that actor David Tennant is becoming so obsessed with his sexy new image as the world's favourite Time Lord, that he's gotten embarrassed by the diminutive size of his "man-boobs!" Insiders tell us that he's seeing a consultant about having silicon implants, to beef up his chest size. When asked about it, the actor merely commented, "Tit's none of yer business, mate!"

Well, before I knew it, it was that time again...time to change into my office duds and schlep off down the street to the salt mines again. I had a big breakfast for a change, as it likely won't be until 6pm or later, 'till I can get 'round to lunch or dinner or whatever.

I'll put on some tunes and do my thing, and hope the day goes smoothly.

I do sometimes long to be able to have a hobby again. Anything, silk flower arranging, model trains, collecting antiques...but no funds for it. I really miss college though, especially my theater and English courses...and, in some respects, the archeology, history and journalism courses, as well. Always something new to learn, some new challenge---something NEW, period. And, sometimes, the lively debates and close interaction that a classroom provides, which you would never get with in-home study. Gone now, of course.

I'd asked a woman with the local hospital last week, if they needed any part-time volunteers, and she just gave me one of "those" looks (posh-to-chav nose-thumbing), and sarcastically asked, "aren't you working?" What does blinking matter, whether I'm working? Far, far too many people in this life, stupidly equate poor people who work part-time/or not as all, with not wanting to work. Let's face it, getting the facts is such a bore. Anyway, the snarky posh woman says, "Well, I don't think we have anything that would suit you, right now."

I can't even do volunteer work anymore! Is it any wonder I feel so useless and valueless?

So, I must finish changing into my posh attire. Hope you all have a good rest of the day. Cheers.

Okay, because that republican jobsworth Condeliza Rice is being her usual mindless self, the Russians are threatening us with military action, if we put a radar installation(s) in Eastern Europe. Naturally, the Bush administration is refusing to even listen to the Russians, and seems bent on bringing back the Cold War.

Now, we're siding with Israel against Iran, and provoking them--and other Arab nations, into a possible nuclear war...or at the very minimum, expanding the current Middle Eastern war even further. Yeah, that's really going to help oil prices go down, yeah?

We only fail, if we never make the effort to try, to begin with.

The loser's creed, ha-ha.

Well, the unbearably humid weather broke during the night, and it's a lovely cool day today, thank goodness. The weather's a perfect 10 for a summer's day. If I had it off, and had the $2 to spare, I'd ride the trolley-bus to Lake George, just for taking in the scenery.

The weather's been very strange. Yesterday it got to 90 F. Tonight it will go down to 50 F. Big difference in temps, that 40 degree drop, ey? But, no complaints from me.

I'm only working 2 hours today, as when I made today's doctors appointment, I was working completely different hours. So, instead of having Saturday off, I'll have to go in for two hours to make up the time. Damn.

There's the thought in me, that this new chap at the health center might be a bit more aggressive--or at least less absent-minded and indifferent, about looking after my health issues. Maybe he'll even let me ask him questions--my current provider doesn't like me talking to her...she really sucks, as health "professionals" go.

I think I may be in trouble, health-wise. I might be wrong, I hope I'm wrong--but, something doesn't feel quite right. Not just my sudden lack of desire to eat in the past couple of weeks, but other things as well, that I can't discuss here. Let's just say I've got some of the same things going on with me, that my late mum had, when she started becoming ill with renal failure. Again, it may prove to be nothing, just symptoms of my infection...but...I feel uneasy about this, of late.

Wanted to go to bed early last night, but it was still so baking in here, that sleeping turned into a futile exercise, so I stayed up until 2am. Well, the Polish food came back to haunt me, as well, ha-ha. But dang, it was yummy.

WHAT I'D RATHER BE DOING, TODAY:

Because 5 to 6 months out of the year, here in the Adirondacks....it's like this:

I'm bushed, and decided to try to go to bed early, despite the heat.

I made Polish for supper...sliced some polish sausage and simmered it in a very small amount of apple juice and a little sauerkraut, sauteed some pierogi in butter and onions, put some frozen corn in the microwave...and viola, dinner. Not very good for me...or my stomach, but, it was quick and easy, and I've not had Polish food in a long while.

Still can't find anyone to help me with this Mozilla problem. (hint-hint, wink and a nudge.)

All the storms are going around us, and once again it's baking in here....just making dinner, the sweat was running off of me. Decided to let some of the dinner dishes go 'till morning--not something I usually do, mind you...but god, it's just too hot! The kitchen thermomiter is at 90 F. I think that's about 34 C???

I do have a bit of a temperature obsession--a definite throwback to working outdoors....I live in a land where both the heat and the cold can go to extremes that have the potential to kill you, no lie. I've had both heat exhaustion and borderline hypothermia in my day. Not in years, though. But it can get to 100 F here, and I think the record low is 40 below zero F.

I've been in 60 below F wind chill temps all day long...not a heck of a lot of fun...but easier to deal with than 100 blinking Farenheight, let me tell you! You can always put more or better clothing on...but you can only take just so many off.

Here's a hint from an outdoor girl--in cold weather, forget stuff like "Northface." Go with blanket-lined or insulated canvas coats and/or coveralls---shuts out the wind and acts as a natural insulator...mostly though, it totally keeps out the wind--a blessing when the mercury dips into the negative numbers. Why do you think they made tents out of the stuff?

Oh, I'm talking about cold weather gear on a hot July night...how daft am I? Talk about getting off the subject! I am going bonkers in this heat.

I'm chillin to some music before bedtime...I set Pandora radio to a "random mix" of my own personal radio stations:

SONG/ARTIST

We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful/Morrisey
Reverand's Revenge/Housemartins
Cone of Silence/Yo La Tengo
Thick as Thieves/The Jam
Someday/The Strokes
Theologons/Wilco
I Wish You Would/Andrew Sandoval
Circles (live)/Coldplay
Nothing Left to Lose/Matt Kearney
On Yonge Street/Gordon Lightfoot
Saturday Night/The Eagles
Lovin', Touchin' Squeezin'/Journey
Every Breath You Take/The Police
Night Fever/The Bee Gees
I'm Coming Out/Diana Ross
The Boy Who Ran Away/The Mystery Jets
Bridges and Powerlines/Mumbles
Learnt My Lesson Well/The Kaiser Chiefs
Typical/Mute Math
C.C. Rider (jazz instrumental version)/Ramsey Lewis
Hot Toddy/The Gene Harris Quartet
Goin' Home/Red Garland
Gloria (G-L-O-R-I-A)/Van Morrison
Locomotion/Grand Funk Railroad
The Game of Love/The Mindbenders
It Never Rains In Southern California/Richard Hammond
Border Blues/Bill Staines
The Water is Wide/Luka Bloom
Slender Thread/Kate Wolf
Suzanne/Bridget St John
I.O.U./The La's
Murder (or a heart attack)/ Old 97's
Miss Teen Wordpower/The New Pornographers
Hollywood/Madonna
In My Arms/Kylie Minogue
One More Chance/Pet Shop Boys
True Faith/New Order
Nine to Five/The Kinks
Say You Love Me/Fleetwood Mac
Listen to the Music/The Doobie Brothers
Beautiful/Carole King
When Sunny Gets Blue/Johnny Mathias
Stardust/Nat King Cole
This Guy's in Love With You/Herb Albert
The Only Rose/Runrig
My Secret is My Silence/Unknown
Love Hurts/Deacon Blue
Fall At Your Feet/The Crowded House
Rain/The Pretty Things
Roller Coaster/The Ides of March
Accept Me/Dirty Looks
So you Wanna' Be a Rock N' Roll Star/The Byrds
End of the Night/The Cowlicks
Prairie Town/Randy Bachman
Pin A Rose On Me/Steve Ellis
Kokomo/Beach Boys
Walk Like A Man/Frankie Vallie
Born Innocent/The Proclaimers
Pillars of Time/Jamie Vernon
Like a Sad Song/John Denver