I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I'm fan-girl free, appaarently...that post of this morning did the trick, methinks. Whew! I don't at all object to them surfing my blog...but some of them were getting a little bit..you know.

It's just me an you, now, blog-friends--my REAL friends and regular readers, whom I dearly appreciate, bless. Thanks for putting up with this daft, cranky old maid. Cheers.

...that doesn't let him off the hook, in my book.

Oh, not that he'd give a flying fig what I think, of course.

Someone just sent me a scathing e-mail chastising me for calling DT a liar. First of all, what does he care what I think? It's not like he's ever going to know about this, anyway. Wow, this fan-girl was a bit scary.

She was talking like David Tennant must know me personally, and seemed to assumed he'd read my blog, because she kept saying, "when David reads this, he'll be..." upset, angry, hurt, yeadda-yadda-yeadda...yeah, yeah, tell it to the marines.

Personally Mr. Tennant is a grown man and if he wants an apology or feels the need to defend himself, he--or his agent, lawyer, etc., can ask for it. I don't hate the man, I'm just not happy with him--or Davies. You can be unhappy with someone, as still like and/or respect them--maybe just not as much as before, when you had them on some immaginary pedestal.

I really don't like the "sneak attack" by Davies (which used Tennant as his pawn) in episode 12. I can't stress that enough. It rattled my cage at a time when my cage was already pretty banged up as it is.

Does it mean that I hate Tennant? Certainly not! Does it mean I'm washing my hands of Doctor Who? No, I'm just giving it--and me, some space.

This fan-girl really sounded a bit 'round the twist, though. And I sometimes wonder about these fan-girls today--they are much more violently disrespectful towards critics than I remember fans being, when I was a teenager. I don't think I like some of these "new" fans very much. Most of them are fantastic, but some are a little...you know. Padded cells and straightjackets.

I didn't bother responding to this e-mail, as I decided (after careful thought) that I don't want to encourage this girl.

I'm hot, sore and tired. But..I've got clean underpants! I bet you've not seen a blog post like this in a while, ey?

And probably you never will again.

So, I made a choice.

I could, A. Pay 8 to 10 dollars to take a cab to South Glens Falls, to my usual laundromat.

Or, B. Grab a trolley bus to Lake George, and 1. Do my laundry, 2. have lunch out at McDonalds (the only place in Lake George I can afford to eat, as they raise their prices during holiday season, 3. buy a cheap something, and 4. play some arcade games.

I did all of the above. I walked to the laundromat next to the boat yard, started my wash, then walked down the road to Mickey Dee's for a Big Mac value meal, then went to the arcade and play two games (western bounty hunter and bowl-a-rama) and, bought a $2 Lake George souvenier tee shirt (in slate blue with the silouette of a moose on it, that says, "LAKE GEORGE, NY," at Riley's Tee-Shirt Outlet. Spent $10, had a pretty good time. As the trolley got into it's first stop at the waterfront, I had the extra treat of seeing the big cruise boat "Lac Du Saint Sacrement," coming towards us bang head-on, as it was pulling into the dock...pretty cool optical illusion...looked like it was coming right at us.

I left at 1pm, and got home at half-past four. I am sooo-tired! But, I decided that in light of how I've been feeling (emotionally) that I needed a "day out," even if I really couldn't spare the extra 10 dollars. And, I think I was right. I don't know how this will effect my health, but emotionally, I do feel a tad better.

THE LAKE GEORGE BOAT COMPANY'S "LAC DU SAINT SACREMENT."

I was reading one of my friend's blogs about McDonalds. I hate to admit this in public, but I grew up eating McDonalds, from about the age of 9 (1969-70) was when my village had it's first Mickey Dee's) on.

Before that, there was a local chain of hamburg resturants called "White Tower," (not to be confused with "White Castle")...and their hamburgers were gorgeous! They really were. They were cooked fresh on the grill while you waited, and grilled with freshly chopped onions, with the buns toasted on the grill as well...oh, they were nice and juicy and...just lovely.

Then, McDonald's came, and you didn't have to wait for your burger, and they had Big Macs, and were cheaper...soon all the other snack bars shut...Carrol's, White Tower and this little snack bar near the Borden's milk plant...all gone within a few short years. McDonalds may be popular, but their burgers will never match those made-to-order burgers from the old-time snack bars.

Carrols--who now runs some Burger King franchises-- tried to stave off McDonalds, by introducting their own version of a Big Mac:

"Oh, look-look! The fan-girls even think my ears are sexy! That is so cool!"

Really ladies, I am pleased that you are taking the time to read my naf' old blog...but please stop slurping all over it with your love notes.

The gentleman in question--and I cannot emphasize this enough--DOES NOT read blogs--most especially, he won't ever be reading my blog, so saying "I love you David" isn't really necessary. Believe me, I CAN TELL you love David.

I'm sure DT appreciates your enthusiasm, but all that kissy-poo slobber is just...bleh. I'm an OLD MAID, kissy-poo stuff doesn't belong on my blog...I'm not used to it. I don't like soap operas, romance novels, and have no ambition whatsover, to get a fake tan, swoon over celebrities or ever step inside a Victoria's Secret.

Thanks.

"I've had to employ a full-time janitor, just to wash the lip-stick smears and fan-girl drool off my front door everyday!"

Yeah, I really like this guy's sound. It really is nice and upbeat and he's got a good voice...

Give a listen, if you'd like to, and tell me what you think...

http://www.andrewsandoval.com/sounds/mp3s/iwish192.mp3

http://www.andrewsandoval.com/sounds/mp3s/till192.mp3

Okay, I liked it.

I still don't feel the same about it...wish I could just erase episode 12 and pretend it never happened, actually. But...forget Tennant (oh, he was good, he's always good)...I think Catherine Tate won the day for me. She was AWSOME!

Oh my gosh, and I'm so going to miss her--she was one of the best companions ever--well, tied with Sarah Jane, I think. Bille Piper did a lovely job, tho' she really didn't have as much of a part in this, well, no one did, really...except Tate...oh, she was lovely. What a fantastic actress...it's about time they got an actress that could stand toe-to-toe and duke it out with Tennant...the women was a perfect match for him...sorry to see her go. And that guy who played her dad, he was marvelous.

So, I meant what I said about stepping away from Doctor Who...but, maybe not as far as I had thought. I still plan on not writing any more fan-fics, and also maybe not watching Doctor Who EVERY day. But...Yeah, if I'm still here, I'll likely be watching the '08 Christmas special, next year.

It's a remarkably quiet night, for a July 4th weekend. Usually there's firecrackers, and bottle rockets (I used to love setting off bottle rockets), all sorts of illegal (in New York state) home fireworks. But...it's so calm and quiet right now, at half-past eleven on this Saturday night, that I can actually hear the wind rustling the maple leaves on the tree outside my window.

I think back on those balmy summer nights, when I was a kid.

We usually had the front door open, it had a screen, and you could hear the crickets and other night bugs singing away.

The breeze would be rustling the leaves of the trees, making them sound like constant waves, gently lapping a shoreline.

Me and sis and other kids from our street of eight or so family homes, would gather under the streetlight at the end of our driveway, and hang out. Sometimes we'd ride our bikes around, but mostly we'd just hang out and shoot the breeze about...whatever. Honestly, I don't really remember exactly.

I do remember, being such a scaredy cat, about lightning! We used to get what's called "heat lightning," which is merely some far-distant lightning without any thunder. I remember trying to be cool and ignoring it...when really I just wanted to bolt across our lawn and into the house! I got mildly zapped by a bolt of lightning as a teenager, so maybe I wasn't entirely off with that particular fear.

I remember the close, somewhat humid air, damp with the feel of rain. Making the night dank and mouldy smelling, like an old cellar.

The old streetlamp was just a regular lamp--none of these awful orange or blue haolgen things, but warm and yellow and inviting. There was a hackberry tree that grew up next to the wooden power pole the light was attached to. The effect was such, that if you looked up at the light, the criss-crossing branches encircling it, made them look like a giant cobweb...well, at least I used to think so.

And, I remember some of the things we kids used to do, of a summer's evening. They had these toys, in the early 70's. The were big round semi-transparent balls, filled with some greenish glow-in-the-dark goop. Okay, so, seventies kids were more easily amused than kids today...but we had a blast with these things. We used to run around the dark fields and woods with them, pretending we were gypsies or ghosts or ghouls. Well...you just had to be there, I guess.

Another thing we used to do--and I'm not very proud of this, mind you, now that I'm an adult--but, at dusk, just before full dark, we used to go out into a nearby field, and throw stones at the little brown bats (who were harmless), to try and make them swoop down at us. I don't remember us ever hitting any, but it gave us a great case of the giggles and shrieks, when one dived down too close. I'm not sure why we got such a big hoot out of that, but, unfortunately, we did.

Another thing, was we would catch fireflies, which we called "lightning bugs." Mum would get a jar--usually one of those big Hellman's Mayonnaise jars, or a Fluffernutter (marshmallow fluff for putting on peanut butter sandwiches instead of jelly) jar, and help us to punch holes in the tin lid, for air. Then, we'd go out in the back yard, and try to catch some lightning bugs. When we'd get a few, mum would allow us to keep them on the dresser overnight, to look at...the little phosphorescent winking. She'd let them go again, the following morning. Lightning bugs are amazing!

Here's a video I found on Youtube, that kind of reminds me of those summer nights, back in the early 1970's. It's got the night bugs singing, some heat lightning, and even some lightning bugs--if you look closely.

I just caught two clips of Journey's End...hmmm---Tennant gets a bit camp in that Tardis scene, doesn't he? He does a helluva job imitating Katherine Tate's character...not sure if I like camp.

I don't know, everyone says how brilliant these last episodes are, but...I wish--and you have no idea how much I wish this...I wish that I could enjoy this as much as everyone else...I don't know what's wrong.

There's nothing wrong with the acting, the directing, etc. Is it the script? Is it simply me?

I was never one that liked being shocked, scandalized or suckered in and Stolen Earth put me in a place I don't feel comfortable in, any longer.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe if I wasn't so down already, I would have appreciated Davies' script more.

Yes, I'm glad the Doctor(s) okay...I am just no longer "feeling" that glow...I'd hoped that this episode will dispel whatever happened to me last week...but no. The glow that Doctor Who gave me is gone. I am happy that things turn out the way they do, and I'm sure I will in many ways, enjoy this last episode...but...something happened last week. Something I valued dearly was ripped away from me.

Watching a bit of Journey's End, I so hoped to get it back--I mean, I'm not daft, I know it must be brilliant. But...I don't know. It just feels...different now. Arggh! I wish I could articulate this feeling, but it's proving difficult for me to grab hold of. It's so tenuous, hard to put into words.

Davies, Tennant, no one at BBC Wales, will ever know what 12 did to me, and even if by some totally improbable circumstance, they ever did, they'd like just chalk me up as a nutter and forget about it. And, perhaps, correctly .

I was a Doctor Who nutter. Now I'm just a nutter.

A cut scene? Or a Christmas special preview? Or did he get REALLY excited to see Rose again?

Someone sent me an e-mail link to a music clip by some pop artist named Andrew Sandoval.

I really enjoyed it. But, can't find out much about him. Anyone ever heard of him.

I'm sorry.

I'm in a really bad blue funk lately..today especially. I don't know why.

I long to have a purpose in life, or mates to be with, or...something to make me feel alive again.

I'm stagnating.

I have no use in this life, I very literally serve no purpose. I NEED to feel useful! But...I'm not. What do I do? I blog, I write stupid stories that no self-respecting publisher would look twice at, I pet my cats, I play cards on the computer, read, listen to music, go to work telemarketing, so a bit of shopping...I could basically phone my life in, and no one would notice.

I had everything in the first half of this decade, and I lost most of it. And, I'm slowly coming to grips with that, slowly--probably too slowly, processing my grief that I feel for the loss of my parents..and even my 18 year old cat (and best friend) "Red," back in 2006.

But some days, I just feel...empty. Used up. Like a fallen leaf being blown into life's gutter, to remain there until I rot back into the soil.

Sorry, I am very down tonight. I need some happiness, some hope...and a future would be nice...but nobody's offering any, and I'm just too damn tired these days, too look up from my plodding towards something better--probably because there isn't anything better.

Sorry. I know this isn't a very nice post. I just need to voice my feelings tonight, before they eat me alive.