I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

JUST SOME OF THE WILD FLORA AND FAUNA FROM MY PART OF THE WORLD;

FIELD OF WILDFLOWERS (Goldenrod, black-eyed susans)

FOXGLOVE

ASTERS

IT'S TIGER LILY SEASON NOW--EVERY ROADSIDE ANY DITCH HAS 'EM

EASTERN WHITE PINE

EASTERN HEMLOCK

WHITE BIRCH TREES, SURROUNDED BY MAPLE TREES (October)

Still overcast here. Watching the tailbacks starting to form as part of the big public works project on Glen Street.

Walking to work today, I noiced the wording on the Department of Public Work's traffic cones---"WCDPW." Now, aside from the fact that the cones are in Glens Falls rather than some place with the initials "WC"--I found the cones quite appropriate, as this city does rather smell like a toilet, after it rains.

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Word is that actor David Tennant has started refusing to take off his shirt on-camera, due to the fact that a blogger going by the name of "playwrite27," has been poking fun at size of Tennant's 'man-boobs'.

Sorry about the rant in my first post today---really does upset me though, the venomous hate I hear people have for those forced to live on welfare.

We fool ourselves into thinking we're safe, but even a millionare can become homeless--trust me, I've met former CEO's and engineers, reduced to washing dishes and working in grubby print shops, in my day. Despite the fact that we live in the 21st century, despite the fact that the Great Depression happened, the world is still a very naive place, methinks.

Anyway, the birds are singing and a plane is buzzing low overhead for a landing...and I must finish getting dressed for work. Have a good Monday, everyone.

WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?

A job where I'm actually useful and--if there is such a thing, valued.

WHAT DO YOU MISS?

My mum, my cat Red, a car, college, travel, a sofa...money.

WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?

I suppose it's the naf old oil on board painting that my late great-aunt gave me, when I was seven, by a black guy named George Hoose, called, "Colorado Roundup."
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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?

pine needles in the sunlight

DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?

Not very often, no.

DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?

I have mild night-blindness--mostly in dim light conditions. It's uncomfortable sometimes, yes...but I've learned to live with it....as for being scared of the dark--not at all..tho' I do worry about tripping and falling.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?

Can't afford perfume...but tend to go for sandalwood type of scents.

COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?
Green Mountain or Paul de Lima Coffee

IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

A Ted's Fish Fry--tho' it probably wouldn't help my wonky stomach.

WHO IS THE LAST PERSON WHO MADE YOU MAD?
A rude guy at the health center the other day.

A HOLIDAY SPOT YOU'D LIKE TO VISIT AGAIN?

Iceland

WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
Just...tell them, in your own words, as best you can.

LAST PLACE YOU WENT FOR FUN?
Saratoga Springs window shopping/shopping

YOUR FAVORITE TRAIT TO LOOK FOR IN A POTENTIAL MATE?

Anything with a pulse and a sense of humour

WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?

The cab company

HAVE YOU BEEN TO ANOTHER COUNTRY?
Yes.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Albany, NY

FIRST JOBS?

Party waitress, newspaper delivery, pet sitter, stablehand, short-order cook in a bowling alley.

WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
Erm--I don't know...how pathetic is that?

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
Um, who cares? I don't drink.

WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
I don't bother with that any longer, it's just another day to me.

HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
Exactly...none. Tho' I might consider leasing some on a trial basis.

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
First name, my dad named me after a favourite Frank Sinatra song, middle name after my mum's favourite character in Little Women--or so I was told.

WHAT SUPERSTITIIONS DO YOU HAVE?
Tornado dreams are a bad omen, and saphires are unlucky.

WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?
I'm an American, which one d'ya think?

DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
I have DCD and a crooked index finger, so no, I hate my handwriting.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MODE OF TRAVEL?

Horse and carriage or plane.

ANY BAD HABITS?

If I wrote about all my bad habits, I'd be here all day!

WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?
Mokeees come back tour, live...yikes.

IF YOU COULD BE FRIENDS WITH ANYONE, WHO WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH?

Someone I can have nice conversations with, and has a sense of humour...but can't think of anyone specific.

WHERE IS YOUR HOME AWAY FROM HOME?

Used to be the woods or the library or college, or my job--but now I'm pretty much stuck where I'm at, right now.

DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
Not as much as I used to, but not paranoid about it or anything.

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
Marx's Fort Apache, or my toy rifle that made a sound like a real gun.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?
No, but I fell in a manure spreader once...what's a mosh pit?

DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Sometimes yes, sometimes no--depends on how hot and tired my feet are.

LAST THING YOU ATE?
Honey-nut Cherrios and milk

SIBLINGS?
slightly older sister that I only marginally get on with.

FAVORITE ETHNIC FOOD?
Tie: Italian or Mexican

ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Nope...I swore off dating forever, 11 years ago.

Hmmm--for some reason the clock on my computer keeps jumping back an hour, despite my efforts to keep in up to date. At least three or four times a week, it mysteriously turns itself bac, and I've no clue why. And yes, I did click "apply" and "OK."

Overcast morning, but slightly cooler, thankfully. Woke with a stomach ache, not sure why, because I had no supper last night. I was going to have a sandwich and some soup, but it was too hot to eat, so I settled on some more cheese and crackers and a glass of orange juice for my dinner. Now this morning, my stomach feels like I've eaten a big prime rib dinner or something...go figure.

Once a week I take a peek at my stats on my Wordpress Dr Who fan fiction blogs--some days...well, actually most days, I get no hits at all, or maybe only one hit. But a couple of days, I've had 8 or 10 hits...weird how things like that are. A LOT of searches for "Doctor Donna fan fiction," apparently. Wow, I guess the fans are really missing Donna, to want to read my rubbish. But it's odd how my blogs might go several days without anyone looking at them, and then suddenly a whole bunch of people are...wonder what triggers that? Maybe a new issue of some DW magazine, or someone on a popular website talking about fan-fiction? Who knows. People aren't as fan-fic mad as they were two years ago. At least, that's my take on it. Used to be the internet was buring up with Whovians and/or Tennant girls, either posting fan-fic, or reading it. Wonder where they've gone?

I was reading in an online newspaper, how the British government is going neo-conservative, in how their going to start treating human beings on the welfare rolls. I love it when rich people, who have ZERO empathy or understanding for poor people, start dictating how the poor should lead their lives.

Yeah, well, the US government pulled that crap over here, and it wound up HURTING the poor, more than helping them, because the poor single mum's were given rubbish, low-paying jobs, that made it HARDER to support their families, and as a result, many more kids began getting into trouble, and/or mum's had a harder time feeding their kids, and also, the number (and this has been a proven fact) of homeless famlies has increased. This is because as soon as the parent is working, the government can't wait to yank away their supports, and leaves single mum's on their own, to fend for themselves, in poorly paying jobs that usually provide no sick pay, health care or holiday pay ....and also, many of these jobs are a LONG DISTANCE from where the mum's work, so the travel expenses--and more time away from the kids, also take their tolll--but of course...

NO ONE in the government had the slightly inkling that ANY of this might occur--the stupid prats had an "idea" and just pushed it through without ANY thought to the consequences of the human beings on the receiving end--much the same as the way German citizens ignored what was happening to the Jews in WWII.

Okay, the way our two governments--and many citizens--mindlessly hate and callously treat the poor REALLY makes me mad, alright? For every welfare scrounger (and I have a couple in my building) there's ten more who are NOT scroungers. And, even scroungers are human beings. What about all the civil servants who lie and cheat and steal, give themselves pay raises when jobs are being cut, and such? They're not scroungers???

For a nation that says it doesn't like America, your government is turning into a bunch of Republicans more and more every single day--and don't you think not. If your government keeps on like this, next thing you know, you'll be getting rid of the Queen, and having some prat with a fake Texas accent sitting in the palace.

Anyway, I've got to putter about a bit, doing things around here, before I leave for work around twenty minutes to noon.

For the most part, growing up, I didn't especially care for Alice Cooper--not him as a person, I want to empahsize. He's actually stuck me as a pretty nice guy, underneath all the make up and showbiz stuff. And certainly, my sister, who WAS into that sort of music, loved his work.

But, I have to confess that his music really wasn't my sort of thing, at that age...except for one particular song. I think this is probably the closest I ever got, about the age of 10 or 11, to listening to "hard rock." I really dug this song--and still do.

Sometimes, when mom was alive, I'd wake up in the middle of the night, an swear to heaven she'd called out my name. I'd rush out to wherever she was sleeping--either her bed or on the sofa, and she'd be fine. As mom grew more and more closer to the end of her days, I would have this same dream more and more. The dreams stopped after she'd passed on...and only once have they ever come back--just before..well, it was in the late summer of '06, when some really bad things were happening--and worse things were about to happen-- to me. Thing is, the "dreams" were so real!

You know, right up until the day she died, I couldn't give my mum any roses? That's because right after her mum died, she walked into her basement apartment, and it reeked of roses. Mum swore it was her mother saying goodbye to her (gran had passed on quietly, while my mum had been out on a date). My mum hardly ever freaked out over things...tended to take the most tragic and difficult and unpleasant things, right within her stride--but that thing with the scent of roses? It just plain freaked her out so bad, that she couldn't stand the sight of roses, ever again. Not just real roses, but even pictures and knick-knacks.

And what about my kitchen light, last year. That was reallly freaky. In the middle of the night--while I was in bed, sleeping, my ceiling light in the kitchen started turning itself on and off. When I went out into the kitchen--the switch was in the "off" position. Don't tell me that wasn't weird. I refused to touch that light switch again, for weeks. I'd like to think there's some logical explanation, but if there is, I can't think of a one.

And of course, the mystery of the necklace. I SWEAR I emptied that jewelry box out--there's only about 8 pieces of jewelry in there--but could not find my necklace that mum had given me--and, I'd been in and out of the box, at least a half a dozen times, since then. But, what did I find ON TOP of all the jewelry this week--my necklace that's been missing for nearly two months. Tell me that's not just a bit...strange.

And, how is it, that there's been times I've been out on a strange country road--that I've NEVER been on before in my life--but I just KNOW where the road leads to and where it comes out--I mean, not guessing, just...knowing...and I am right, too. I freaked my college room mate doing that, once. We were on a class trip in the college's van, and the driver turned off onto this strange road--neither of us had been on before, and my room mate turned to me and asked, "Where is he going now?" And without hesitation, I said, "Oh, this road comes out by ________." She gave me a strange look and said, "but you just said you'd never been on this road before." And, sure enough, about 20 minutes later, the road came out just where I said it would....and that REALLY shook her up. At the time I honestly never gave it much thought, and thought she got upset over the goofiest things.