I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Apparently, I'm not the only long-time fan, to be jarred by episode 12. I had this comment

"I've been a fan for over thirty years, and didn't like that episode very much. I thought it was done purely for shock value and also so Russell could get his rocks off by upsetting the fans, while tying up some loose ends. I thought it was very sloppy, and if it weren't for Steven M. coming into the picture next year, I might have considered walking away from the programme.

Of course, the dumbed down masses probably loved all the shockers, I suppose. Anyone who loves programmes like Big Brother, probably wouldn't know a bad script if it had "bad script" written all over the walls of sets."---Phil

Well, as I replied to "Phil," I KNOW neither Davies nor Tennant will care about the personal effect this had on me and other fans.

Doctor Who does pander a little to the masses, but mostly it never did--which is what drew me to the show. Episode 12 was such shameful pandering....disgusted the hell out of me. Oh, no fault of the actors, I suppose, they have to do the script they're given. Except Tennant...that script stunk, and I can't believe he was so blind in love with Davies that he didn't notice that.

I wasn't prepared for such a shock or such a "bad" surprise. Of course, being ill and mentally depressed, probably made the impact last weekend, worse then it might have been, before. I certainly am not as in love with it as I was, as it really DID feel to me, like an old, valued and trusted friend, slapping me in the face for no reason.

I'd begun to feel as if I was the only one who felt this way, but apparently I'm not entirely alone.

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In the world of Doctor Who rumours:

Actors rumoured to replace Tennant:

Rhys Ifans from Wales is the New Dr.
Some guy named Robert Carlyle is the new Dr.
John Sims is the New Doctor (tho how he could play BOTH the Dr and The Master without messing with suspension of disbelief or continuity, is beyond me)
Donna is going to be the new Doctor (oh, sounds kinky)

ALSO:

Rose is really a Dalek

Donna’s going to save them all but lose her life in the process (votex thing again)
Rose is going to replace Donna as the new companion

David Tennat: the poster boy for sexy nerds--see guys? there is hope for you.

Have you ever seen a fairy ?

I watched Alan Carr on Youtube the other nig--oh, you mean like the mythical creatures? No. Only in drawings and paintings, and in books and films.

Do you paint or draw and if so what ?

I've done all of two paintings in my life, neither of which my parents were proud of enough, to hang on a wall. Prefer photography, but never had any formal training.

What's your kitchen like ?

Ugh--my kitchen table is still broken (no tools to fix it with), my vinyl floor is ugly brownish-orange, installed in the 1970's. One small sink, two tiny yellow counters, a fridge and a small apartment sized gas cooker, wood paneling (cheap dark paneling from the 1970's), stained drop-down ceiling tiles, a corner knick-knack shelf that matches the broken kitchen table, some knick-knacks on the shelf and the tops of the cupboards, a few family photos and other prints on the walls. Only somewhat tidy, in the best of times, because of the cramped space.

Well, feeling slightly better--well, not really, but I'm in denial, ha-ha.

Part of me wants to go to work--well, not "wants" to, but has to. Part of me wants to go to the ER, because of the way I'm REALLY feeling.

Even if I use my entire disability cheque to pay most of my month's bills, there's still other bills, and the shopping, and the medicines and things, to pay for. And that's where that little piece of paper with the numbers on it, that makes me laugh or cry so hard on Fridays, comes in.

There's a really lovely cool breeze wafting through my window. If I were rich, and not sick, I'd been sitting by a lake right now, sipping something cool...well, maybe not. I'd probably still be working, because if I were rich, I'd probably have even bigger bills...isn't that how it works? I dunno'. The most money I've ever had at one time, was 10,000. And, that was from a student loan, so it wasn't really mine, I don't reckon.

Now, generally, the most money have have at one time, averages about 700 dollars--which lasts about as long as it takes me to pay the rent and other bills, so basically most times it's literally in one hand and out the other...I cash the check at the store, then hand it back to the clerk to for electronic bill payments, and money orders for my rent and other bills...and if anything's left over, 70 to 90 percent of that, goes towards food and medicine and the laundromat.

Well, I'm off, have a good night all...cheers.

Let me EXPLAIN something to you:

THIS IS "SEXY":

AND THIS IS "SCOTTISH":

He's just an ORDINARY guy, for pity's sake. Please stop drooling all over my blog, everytime I post a pic of the man---I'm running out of towels!

Your ego index was: 27

Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.

http://www.pressanykey.com/cgi-bin/egotest.cgi

Which is probably why I got such shocked reactions from people who know me, when I danced the conga with a belly dancer, or did a flamboyant portrayal of "Nancy (aka; Jerry) Springer" at a group presentation, and belted out the song "Oklahoma" on stage spontainiously during an acting class excersise, or decided to go off on my own alone, on a class trip in the Netherlands and Iceland.

I have opted to skip the ER, but will try to have a short lie-down instead, and hope I can muddle through the rest of the day.

I just did my bill figuring. My entire disability cheque will cover the rent, half the electric//gas bill, and the internet bill. My weekly paycheck will cover...just, the shopping. I was hoping to have enough left over for a trolley trip to Lake George--they just began their summer season schedule and the Lake George bus/trolley is running past my little apartment building with startling regularity (they must have hired more drivers this year, due to the fuel price crisis). But, as of now, I am not feeling well enough to walk around the resort, anyhow, so guess that's a moot point.

Got an e-mail asking me if I will still be watching Doctor Who...probably. It's something I've cared deeply about, for 25 years. It's sort of like my love of horses. Just because I might not quite enjoy it as much as I used to (thanks to Russell's suddenly getting care-less about episode 12), doesn't mean I will completely shut myself away from it.

JAY-SUS! The big overgrown teenager upsstairs just started literally jogging 'round his apartment...shook my walls...almost knocked one of my framed prints off the wall--felt like a bloomin' earthquake!!! Geez, that kid must weigh over 200 pounds. I have a framed 1852 B&W print/steel engraving, of a James Ward painting, and it's now lying askew on the wall. Not an earth tremor this time, just a beefy kid in size 10 trainers, ha-ha.

I'm a massive tee-shirt fan...love finding tee's that express my individuality and personality...If you're anything like me, here's a cool site I found: http://www.totallyteeshirts.com/film-tv--retro-1-c.asp

Well, think I'll go nap for an hour. Cheers. Nancy G.

Another blogger's post made me think of my mum.

I really miss her so much. We were very close, best friends 'till the last.

Mum always wanted me to be happy. Dad...well, he was I guess what the Brits might call "a right bastard," sometimes. He was heavily into verbal abuse...and, on fortunately very few occasions, physical abuse. He was lazy and had few scruples, and...he was cheap. Not with himself, but with his family.

Maybe I shouldn't bad-mouth my dad. He wasn't always bad. He wasn't usually thoughtful, but there were times when I needed him, and he came. And then there were times when I needed him, and he ignored me. Not the most consistent chap, was my dad. Definitely a ying-yang, push me-pull you, sort of fella'.

Thing is, mom often went out of her way, to cushion me from dad. Dad didn't like buying us toys or spending money on extras like lessons or trips. Oh, once or twice a summer we'd do the whole family day-trip thing, to amusement parks or the zoo or whatever, and also do family picnics. But, 80 percent of the time, if we went anywhere, did anything, were given toys or games--it was mum's doing.

Mum gave my sister and I a pretty nice childhood. She did her best to shield us from when dad went on one of his rages, and keep us happy.

Mum was very "hands-on," with me, especially: taking me to libraries, museums and historic places, on picnics, out in a rowboat fishing (she even put the worms on the hook for me), visiting relatives, to horse shows and horseback riding, swimming, cycling, shopping. I always went with her on shopping trips...which sometimes was nice (especially when I got a new toy out of it), and sometimes not (I hate to admit this, but through most of my childhood I definitely didn't like dress shopping--bleh. I hated--and still don't much like, being fussed over.)

When I was abused around age 9 or 10, by a neighbour...mum sheltered me from that, as well...when dad insisted that what happened be forgotten and pushed aside (very much how he handled my DCD diagonisis, and much later, my 14 year old sister's pregnancy), mum did her best to help me cope, the only way she know...but getting me involved with other things, to take my mind off of what happened. In hindsight of course, I know that this was the wrong thing, but back then, it was something NO ONE talked about. It was virtually a crime that didn't exist in people's mind's.

Throughout my childhood, Mum encouraged me to read, to have a hobby, to seek a career I liked. She made sure I had manners and was respectful to others. Mum sheltered me from the bad side of life, yet also strove to keep me from being predjudiced. Was I a spoiled little mama's girl? Probably. But, I look at some of the parents today, who let their kids run wild, while they go off and live their own lives as if they didn't have children...and realize how very, very lucky I was.

Last pic ever taken of my mum, Spring of 2005, atop Prospect Mountain.

I have opted to go in at a later time today. I began walking to work, and got less than half a block before I felt like I was literally going to fall down! What is going on???

Okay, I don't generally panic over health issues...after some of the things I watched my mum go through...heck, this is nothing. Still, this is starting to scare me a little, yes. Maybe because no one can tell me why, and no one at the health centre seems to be taking me seriously. ..they can't find a specific cause, so they just shrug and say it's "probably" just my infection. But, I only walked downstairs, across the corner and...felt like I'd just walked ten stinking miles!

I called the health center and they just blew me off and told me to go to the ER if I wasn't feeling right.

Oh, and my physican's assistant, Ms. Icantremembershite, still hasn't contacted me about the Procrit foul-up. She's comes in at 8am, it's now half-past noon...she's the one who was so keen on me being on this stuff...stupid health center. Say what you will about how bad NHS is...at least YOU don't have to shell out cash for lousy care--trust me, paying cash for lousy care is a lot worse than getting free lousy care.

"I'm out of stuff to sell, Catherine! How much to you reckon some of these fan-girl's will pay to run their fingers through my hair?"

Bah, the local paper is dull.

Today's "top" news stories:

A major insurance company is relocating later this month to the building where I work (the city's only "skyscraper"), and have just gotten approval to slap their logo on the building.

State conservation officers arrested two guys for stealing trees (for logging purposes).

The results were posted for last weekend's big annual "Adirondack Drums" (drum an bugle corps) competition.

A woman was arrested for allowing her home to be used for growing pot plants. Potty woman let her sons use her house to grow their "crop".

A dog-shooting trial (a man shot his neighbour's dog) ended without a conclusive verdict.

General Electric is sponsoring a series of symphony concerts in Crandall Park, beginning this weekend.

Warren County (the county where I live) okay'd plans to build two railroad platforms in two outlying towns, to pave the way for a tourism-based commuter train, deciding to go with the lowest bidder. The platforms are likely to be just a covered stand. No news when--or if, the tourist train will begin any operations. The train is slated to be for travelers from New York City--via Saratoga Springs, who wish to go to the ski resort town of North Creek, with stops at several stations along the way.

And some blurb about the Adiorndack Theatre Festival line-up for this summer.

OH, VERY EXCITING, EY?

Well, woke up, totally drawing a blank as to what day of the week, it was. I actually had to go look at the calendar tacked to my kitchen wall. Sheesh. Now I know I'm getting old!

The PA told me I might want to stay out of work today, but gave me the okay to go in, if I'm feeling up to it.

I'd like to stay home, because I'm still very mysteriously (as in no one knows why) weak and trembly. Even now my hands are trembling. Really puzzled the woman I saw at the health center yesterday, why I'm so dehydrated, also. Oh well.

Cannot stay home of course, because I do have (sizeable) bills to pay. Do my best to muddle through, just like always.

Lovely day here, today. Bet the holiday makers are loving it...certainly the business people in all the resort towns around here, must be enjoying it. Nothing like a rainy summer to screw up the local economy. The local economy already gets screwed up now, in winter time (for towns that depend on their off-season income from skiers, snowmobilers and ice fishermen) what with global warming.

My "ask me anything" post proved popular yesterday. One of my most popular, ever...only one of my blog friends participated though--do you lot know so much about me then, that you don't need to ask? Have I become that transparent? Am I sounding paranoid, now?

Well, off to have breaky and then change for a day of telemarketing to rude miserable people. Hope you lot all have a good day. Cheers.

More daft old quizzes: Here's what the old "Briggs-Meyer" test says about me:

The Myers-Briggs Personal Assessment Quiz http://www.pressanykey.com/cgi-bin/briggsMeyersTest.cgi

WEAKNESSES:
s not guided by logic
is not objective
is less organized
is uncritical and overly accepting
bases justice on feelings.

Personally, I think this all a bunch of malarkey...unfortunately, many school career councilors and potential employers, don't agree.

There's "Who's on First," And Dana Carvey's "Church Lady," those are favourite comedy routines of mine...and then there's this:

Okay, so the guessing is still going wild on the forums.

Score card:

1. A new Dr is in the offing. Punters are taking bets as to who the new guy's gonna' be.

2. Tennant will change into the: Master, Donna Noble and the hand will grow a third Doctor (the three-fold man theory)

3. Donna Noble stops Tennant from regenerating by lending him a "hand." (hint-hint, wink and a nudge, ya'know what I mean?)

4. He regenerates, but then next year he's still around, but only in flashback episodes, starting with the cybermen at Christmas, supposedly.

5. He becomes Justin Lee Collins and Rose, because she came into contact with the votex before, also gets shot by a dalek, and she regenerates into Alan Carr.

6. The Doctor, just before he changes completely, exclaims, "I'm too sexy to regenerate," and he changes back to his old self--only with a neater haircut, a trimmer bottom and less back hair.

Okay, I just made those last two up.

People are also speculating on which companion is going to get the chop.

Bets are highest on Martha, more or less tied with Rose, with Donna coming in a close second, followed by Captain Jack and Sarah Jane. Those last two are least favoured, because they have their own series--and let's face it, killing off a longtime and very beloved companion like Sarah Jane would really, really tick off us older fans so that's doubtful--although lately the BBC hasn't exactly been in the news for being intelligent and thoughtful.