I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

...I'm just that exhausted.

Well, I got let off the hook until tomorrow, with going to Lake George with my neighbour's sister. She came to me sobbing, 'cos she and her brother had this massive fight....trust me, they're only on the other side of my living room wall, I HEARD.

So, had the day to myself. Meh--I'm not going to be churlish and complain, but it wasn't quite the nice day out I had intended--still, at least I GOT out, and that was the whole point.

I did play crazy golf at some lame little golf course--the only one I could get near, as the other one's were packed. I tried to ride a carriage, but was told I'd have to wait for more tourists to come along, and they refused to do rides for singles--something they DON'T advertise. Well, I wasn't having spending my 10 dollars ($9 for the ride plus $1 tip) riding in a buggy with a gaggle of noisy obnoxious tourists, so feck that!

The usual mob of downstate New Yorkers (Long Island, Brooklyn, Queens, etc.) posh New Yorkers (as in from Manhattan, Fire Island, the Hamptons, Westchester, and other high class neighbourhoods) and thoroughbred people from all over the country (saw number plates from: California, Virginia, Maryland, Illinois, Kentucky, Texas and Florida). And, the usual assortment of people from New Jersey. There were every kind of transport imaginable: big whopping caravans and motor homes, motorcycles and scooters, big pick up trucks and Hummer's, Mercede's and BMW convertables, classic old cars, SUV's and mini-vans, little cars, big cars, tour coaches...it was PACKED.

And foreign tourists actually almost outnumbered the Americans--something that you'd never have seen, as little as 10 years ago. Good heaven's! You know, this little village on the lake used to see few foreign tourist--mostly French-Canadians...now---wow. I have NEVER in my life, seen so many people from India, Japan, Eastern Europe, Hispanics...wow! And, also many religions we don't normally see around here: Hasidic Jews, Muslims and even a trio of fundamentalist Quaker women, in their old-fashioned pioneer style clothing (probably from Canada). Holy smokes!

Not that that is a bad thing--on the contrary, I love it! I feel like I've walked from dull old mostly white blue-collar (chav) Anglo-Saxon Protestant Glens Falls, into New York City, London, or Rome or Paris! Cool!

I am exhausted though. All I did was get a soda, play some crazy golf, look around, buy an ice cream, and it cost me, with trolley fare, $13! Then, I went to the shops in the suburbs, to get some things I wasn't able to buy the other day.

Oh, here's something funny. I was in a shop, whose name is literally "EVERYTHING FOR ONE DOLLAR." And while I'm at the till, this woman comes up and holds out a skein of yarn and asks the clerk, "How much is this?"

Latest rumours burning up the Who/Tennant forums: (THESE ARE RUMOURS--I make NO claims as to truth or fiction here)

Tennant is engaged to some actress who has a child from another marriage (I generally refuse to pay much attention to mentions of his private life)

Tennant is secretly gay

Tennant has just quit Dr Who, and 2009 will be his last stint as the Doctor--one person insisting that they actor is "growing tired" of all the massive insanity of the fans constantly hounding him "day and night" stalking him at home, at parties, outtings, and at work.

The new Doctor is going to be (make up your own list, I don't know any of the actors mentioned on the forums)

I'm colour blind when it comes to human beings. I see people as they behave, not as they dress or what culture they are, and certainly not based on physical attributes--colour, height, etc. This is simply the way mum raised me. I don't know any different.

Earlier this year, I wrote a Dr Who fan-fiction story called, "Rain of Terror." It was a Doctor/Donna story, involving the Daleks, and a race of alien snake people--who were, and yet also weren't, the "bad guys." (Long story.) In searching for some good snake-sounding names, I came up with (literally from my own imagination and no outside source) the names "Slahaartha," and "Matheen."

Well, as it turns out, apparently, "Matheen" is a real name! I honestly had no idea--none whatsoever, that there was anyone on the planet named "Matheen!" So, I just got an e-mail from someone who was visiting my fan fiction page ( see "My Other Blogs" /"Who's Stories" in the side bar to your right), and this person sent me a terse, snarky, ranting e-mail about how appalled she was, that I was "making insults" of the Indian people in my Doctor Who stories! Whoa.

I Googled "Shahaartha" and "Matheen." Now, there IS a novel by Herman Hesse about Bhuddists--which I do have, I admit--called Siddhaartha, which I subconciously may have thought of, when I named the Male snake person's character...but I swear, I've not read Siddhartha in something like 5 or 6 years at least--not even looked at it, AND, Siddhartha is not an Indian name, so far as I can tell, so I don't think that can be construed as a deliberate choice! In point of fact, there is no such name on the planet as "Slahaartha," so it can't be thought of as Indian, can it?

As for the name of the female snake alien humanoid, "Matheen," well, apparently, "Matheen," is a guy's name in India? I swear on my dead mum's grave, I had NO IDEA that there was ANYONE on the planet named "Matheen!" Besides which, apparently Matheen is a guy's name, and that's the female character's name.

Geez, well, I told her I was sorry she felt offended, but that what she was thinking was entirely in her own immagination, and no, I wasn't going to change or delete the story, because I had done nothing wrong, and she was, in fact, the one who was in the wrong, because she was accusing an innocent party. That perhaps she was the predjudiced one, because any anti-India sentiments never even entered into my brain--at any time, yet right away she was thinking racism---just who really is the bigot here?

Hopefully that last bit will shut her up. Good gosh. Do Davies and Moffatt have to put up with this nonsense? Probably not. It's just me, I'm the "lucky" one to get the nutjobs.

Hello all,

Had a nice, lovely long sleep-in, this morning, and I needed it too, believe me. Long night last night, but at least the bulk of my chores are done. Dread going back to work on Tuesday--but for the first time in a couple of months, I have two days off in a row! Only thing is, to get those 2 days off, I have to work a split shift (day and night shift both) two days this week, to make up for the time off.

Well, in the daylight, I looked at my dyed jeans--the light burgundy (or what I prefer to think of as "rose coloured") pair looks fine, but...dunno' about the purple jeans though. What can I even wear with them? Black tee shirt, maybe? But tee-shirt season is about over (tho' it's very likely we'll still have a few days over the next couple of months when one can still wear a tee outdoors comfortably, what with the season getting so weird and all). Still....purple jeans? Has there ever been purple jeans? Well, they're more like a stone-washed purple with tinges of burgundy around some of the edges.

Playwrite27's got funky jeans. Cool....or, is that not cool?

Anyway, last night, after manhandling that heavy laundry sack up and down the streets of Lake George, I was just too knackered to make my supper--so, instead of going to the drive-in cinema, I ordered a small 4-slice BBQ chicken pizza from East End Eatery for my supper. As I was coming back upstairs from paying the delivery driver, I met my neighbour's sister. I felt bad for her, 'cos she looked even more kanackered than I (she does what I used to do, works as a cleaner)---until I got a whiff of her, that is. Whoa! The woman was snockered to the gills! Bloody hell, she stank like a distillery!

But wait, that's not all, "Wot time ya' goin' ta' Lake George tommorra?" she asked me. I said I was planning on leaving mid-afternoon (I HAD planned on a morning departure, but then common sense told me I would enjoy myself more with a good sleep first), so I said around 1pm I'd be leaving..."Good, I'll go with you," she said as as she fell against the door jamb...then, the door closed and I was left standing there with my jaw hanging on the floor.

HUH?

Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll forget all about it. I know, I know, I WAS wishing for some company--but, I meant "company," as in COMPANIONSHIP, someone I can talk to and pal around with---drunken sister...first of all, the woman doesn't "talk," she YELLS, secondly...you can't have a conversation with her, 'cos she never listens to a word anyone says to her--she's one of these people that yak your ear off about their life, but the minute you try to inject something into the conversation, they turn suddenly deaf.

Well, there's my day out, shot to hell in little pieces. Oh well, maybe it won't be as bad as I'm afraid it will be. Maybe if she does go, she'll wander off on her own and I'll have the day to myself. I hope and pray she doesn't try to mooch off me. She tends to do that. I MIGHT loan her trolley fair, but I hope she doesn't think I'm going to pay for drinks or admission fees or stuff like that. No way Jose. Na, na na. Not gonna' happen. I got little enough spending money as it is. I've been looking forward to this weekend for weeks, and these two days off are very literally the closest thing to a holiday that I'm getting this year, and I will be quite put out if it gets messed up.

With Hurricane Gustav now a Category 4, with sustained winds of 140 Mph (120 knots), heading for Lousiana and the Gulf Coast region--same area totally devistated by Hurricane Katrina--, my thoughts go out to those tonight, who may not have been able to, or chose not to evacuate, and also to those who are still rebuilding their homes--and lives--down there, three years later. May you all be safe from harm.

Weather forecast is for the storm to have the potential to hit the Louisiana coast at 140 mph, but, it weather experts are hopeful that by the time it reaches landfall in the US, it may have lost much of its punch, and be downgraded to a tropical storm, with sustained winds of 35 to 60 mph.

Also noticed a tropical storm headed for Southern Florida or the southeast coast, eventually--my best wishes go out to those who may find themselves affected by Tropical Storm Hanna (sustained winds 50mph--45 knots), as well--and may she stay only a storm!

(And, apparently, there's the potential for two more big storms--these storms, tropical depressions? One a potential storm, the other very likely to become a storm-- may also be forming out in the Atlantic, right behind Hurricane Gustav and TS Hanna, as well!---still don't believe in global warming???)

http://www.nhc.noaa.gov/

LATEST FORECAST FOR NEW ORLEANS, LA. AS OF 2AM SUNDAY:

Overnight: Isolated showers and thunderstorms. Partly cloudy, with a low around 76. North wind around 5 mph. Chance of precipitation is 20%.

Sunday: Scattered showers and thunderstorms. Mostly cloudy, with a high near 92. East wind around 10 mph. Chance of precipitation is 30%.

Sunday Night: Tropical storm conditions possible, with hurricane conditions also possible. Showers and possibly a thunderstorm. Some of the storms could produce gusty winds and heavy rain. Low around 78. Northeast wind 10 to 15 mph increasing to between 20 and 25 mph. Winds could gust as high as 35 mph. Chance of precipitation is 80%.

Labor Day: Hurricane conditions possible. Showers and possibly a thunderstorm. Some of the storms could produce gusty winds and heavy rain. High near 83. East wind 40 to 50 mph increasing to between 55 and 75 mph. Winds could gust as high as 95 mph. Chance of precipitation is 80%.

Monday Night: Hurricane conditions possible. Showers and possibly a thunderstorm. Some of the storms could produce gusty winds and heavy rain. Low around 75. Chance of precipitation is 100%.

Tuesday: Tropical storm conditions possible. Showers and possibly a thunderstorm. Some of the storms could produce gusty winds and heavy rain. High near 84. Chance of precipitation is 100%.

I'm left to wonder...will those purple jeans make me look like a flaming twit? And, do I even care? NO!

Ha-ha. Nite all, have a fantastic Sunday.

Well, the republican party seems to be on self-destruct, now.

Police are arresting political protesters.on grounds that they are planning a riot--with ZERO evidence to back up that claim, other than the fact that the head protesters are trying to pull in 50,000 MARCHERS. Marchers, not rioters...we're talking nurses, school teachers, union workers, grandmothers, children. What is this, Northern Ireland? No. It's....Minnesota.

In the run-up to the republican national convention, city officials (Republican city officials, from what I've read) are having some protestors arrested on very questionable and shaky grounds, claiming that the organizers of an anti-republican protest--who had hoped to draw in some 50,000 marchers, are planning to "stage a riot" at the convention. In her most recent post, blogger Sweetladyjane has added that these arrests have taken place at two organizer's homes, and one "undisclosed location."

As I commented to Sweetladyjane, the republicans are only hanging themselves, shooting bullets into their feet to save their faces...and any other gory and graphic analogy's one can think of. I told SLJ, that the conservative's ideal of "democracy" is exactly the same as Stalin's idea of socialism, and Hitler's idea of fascism. This definitely doesn't make McCain look good, that's for sure.

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In other neoconservative news, we have McCain's pick for a running mate. This, mind you, is the same John McCain who has been dissing Obama's "LACK OF EXPERIENCE." McCain as chosen for his vice-president...a little-known govenor from Alaska, who has HARDLY ANY political experience. At least Obama was a senator, and chose a long-time SENATOR as his V-P pick.

The first thing that hits me,” said Stephen Hess of the Brookings Institution, "is that it suggests that John McCain is a gambler. This is a high-roller decision.”

“The next thing you have to ask yourself: Is it worrisome to have a gambler in the Oval Office? That’s an important question," he said, “perhaps more important than anything else today.”

Additionally, McCain's choice, the Gov. from Alaska, has a poor track record, in regards to her dealings with the people who oppose her--she allegedly doesn't take it very well. The woman is famous for her bad temper, and allegedly fired the head of a local police force, for failing to hire her brother--and also because he'd campaigned against her...the resulting law suit was later overturned by a judge, who delcared that the then-mayor Palin could fire anyone she wished, even on political grounds--so much for democracy and freedom of speech without fear of censure. The former beauty queen contestant and sports reporter only became a politician in the 90's, starting out as city council member, working her way up to mayor--amid a later bid by people in her city, to have her removed from office--a bid that was later withdrawn.

Pailn is strongly in favour of gas and oil development in Alaska's environmentally sensative tundra regions and ocean waters--she has shown that she cares very little for envronmental concerns. However, the one thing McCain may have in his favour, is that Palin is proactive over high energy costs, and has done much to assist Alaskans to help with petrol and heating oil and gas bills, from the surplus provided from oil company profits. Voters may forget the need to look after our environment, in their personal anxiety over energy costs....this is the only real card that McCain can play, in the battle of the vice-presidents, that I can see. Palin has no foreign policy background, and few diplomatic skills, unlike Senator Joe Biden, who, I THINK was on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee?

A fan of the nationally famous (bigot/racist/homophobe) Pat Buchannan, she eventually became gov. of Alaska, in (I think) 2002. Whereas Joe Biden has been a US Senator for decades.

McCain, who has gone on and on and on...about Obama's lack of experience, his lack of foreign policiy skills--the fact that Obama is new to Washington politics--McCain has just handed Obama the election, by picking a V-P running mate, who has no foreign policy skills, has been in polictics for only about 15 years--and has never held a national office--and certainly never in Washington D.C.!

“I think she is the most inexperienced person on a major-party ticket in modern history,” said presidential historian Matthew Dallek.

The McCain camp has also been at Obama for for "playing the race card"--and then McCain turns around and picks a female running mate, instead of the usual White Anglo-Saxon Protestant male that republicans have picked since before the Civil War in the 19th Century!

The McCain camp hit back at all the presidential historians quoted in a recent Associated Press article, who all expressed reactions from outright surprise, to dismay---McCain's people wrote in, whinging that all of the noted historical scholars quoted in the article were "Obama supporters" and "(that they) would criticise any choicehe (McCain) made."

And, on top of that, McCain repeatedly called Obama "elitist," yet when asked how many homes he owns, McCain couldn't remember (I believe the number of homes he owns was later revealed as around five or six, but can't confirm it).

So, though many of Obama's initial supporters have backed off of him, for abruptly leaning too far right, Obama probably will pull off the election, due to the republicans extreme bumbling---both parties have made their share of fumbles--but now McCain and the entire republican party are working hard at becomeing Political Campaign Fumblers of the Year, methinks.

Good. As my late mum used to say: "The only good republican is a retired republican--preferably one with Alzheimers or in a coma." For a straight-laced, tea-drinking, retired librarian, mum could sure be a rip, sometimes.

I decided, after reading about the films at the outdoor cinema this week, that I didn't care for any of them--tho' there's a mixed bag of reviews about the "Tropic" film, I don't know...I love comedy, but not really dumbed down comedy, and, despite the great cast, this sort of sounds a bit, well, dumb. Maybe it's not, but do I really want to sit outside for 2 hours possilbly regretting my choice of film...I'll wait and see what they have next weekend--though the daily showings end on Sunday or Monday, they run the drive in movies on weekends only, for the next two or three weeks. Also, someone told me they are showing the new Indiana Jones film at the "dinner and a movie" cinema here in our city centre downtown. Only thing is, I hear the "dinner" is usually mediocre to rubbish, depending on who you listen to. They don't allow you the option of just ordering a drink and watching the film, like other, similar establishments, you HAVE to buy dinner in order to watch the film.

Anyway, went to the laundromat instead, and I'm exhausted--carting a 20 or 25 pound full laundry bag up and down several streets, is no fun at my age, let me tell you!

I had ruined four pairs of jeans earlier this summer--one two weeks ago from a broken zipper, one from a bad rip in the thigh (couldn't even make a pair of shorts out of them, in that case), and two from bad stains that wouldn't come out in the wash. But, I grabbed onto an idea: dye the two pairs of stained jeans...which is what I did tonight.

They came out pretty good, if I do say so myself--you can't even see the stains now! I bought some wine colour dye, and added it to the wash water. The light blue jeans came out a light shade of burgundy, and the dark blue jeans came out sort of purplish-burgundy. So, I am pleased to to have been able to keep from having to throw two of the four pairs of jeans away. I admit, burgunday--in any shade--is not the most popular colour for a pair of jeans, men's or ladies, but hey--maybe I'll start a new fashion trend, ha-ha.

While waiting for the wash, I walked over to the betting shop nearby. I didn't gamble--gave that up years ago--not that I did it that often, but it's too tempting, too easy to get out of control (in regards to my certain condition), so I stopped--at most now, if I do bet (about once every two years, these days) it's generally only $1 to $10--usually in the $1 range, as I'm cheap.

So, no money changed hands, I only sat there, sipping my iced tea, and just tried to pick the first two winning horses in the 4th race---I picked two different combinations in the forth race at Del-Mar (California): I liked the looks of the 1 horse--and, his odds said I was probably right. I also, when they were showing the horses in the saddling ring, liked the looks of horse #4, and, later, horse #7. I finally decided that I liked either the 1 & 4 combination to win, or the 1 & 7. Well, should'a bet, I guess, 'cos 1 & 4 came in. Didn't notice where 7 finished, though. I don't generally pay attention to odd, so much as look at the horses themselves: attitude is 3/4 of the race, to my opinion--and I can sometimes "hunch" that a horse is going to do well, just by it's ears/eye/body language. Oh yes, animals have body language, personalities, moods, just like we humans do--believe that.

And, just like people, there are days when they are feeling in top form, and days--no matter how well-trained and/or fit they are, when they're just not feeling like giving it their best. There are days when race horses--even champions, are just not in the mood. No, really. Ask anyone who has an ounce of observational skills and/or common sense, they'll tell you the same.

I like four--the horse had its head up, it was alert, it looked eager--but, it wasn't wasting valuable energy acting up too much.

Growing in in the suburb/country, one of our spring to autumn past-times was berry, flower and apple picking. Wildflowers, wild berries, wild onions and thyme, even snitching apples from the ancient trees in the field next to our house, we were kept busy at times.

WILD BLACKBERRIES

WILD RASPBERRIES

THE TINY BUT EVER-SO-SWEETER THAN SWEET WILD STRAWBERRY

WILD ONIONS

EDIBLE WILD VIOLETS

SPRINGTIME FIDDLE HEAD (YOUNG) FERNS--MUCH SOUGHT AFTER BY LOCAL GOURMETS FOR SALADS

WILD THYME

YOUNG DANDELION GREENS (SPRING), ALSO EDIBLE AND USED IN SALADS

WILD CARROT (AKA: QUEEN ANNE'S LACE)

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Me, around age 12

I've not been to see a film in exactly 3 years...do I go tonight?

Will they even let me walk in to a drive-in theater?

http://glendriveintheater.com/index.html

Will it be worth spending $15 dollars (the buses stop running at 11pm, so I'll have to ring up a cab to come home) to sit in a lawn chair to see a couple of films?

The film choices changed from Thursday, as well, when I had my eye on "Dark Knight" and "Clone Wars." Now, the choices are, for this weekend, SCREEN 1: "Tropic Thunder" and "Mirrors" and on SCREEN 2: "Babylon A.D." and "The Rocker." Never heard of either one of them--worth sitting outside for 4 hours for? Or give it a pass?

Not even half-past eight in the morning over here, and already my hillbilly neighbours are at it again! Sister loud-mouth is yelling about something and slamming doors. Well, really, she doesn't actually talk ya'know...yell is the only volume her voice has, apparently.

And in the "ewwwww!" department, last night when I went to take the bin bags out to the skip out in the rear car-park, I heard erm---"sexual" noises coming from their apartment...from dear old sis, actually. As I was coming back upstairs, one of their friends had apparently let himself in (against the new building rules), and was banging away on their door...brother opened their door, yelling he was "busy," and who was it, so he opens the door and is standing there...in his underpants, and when he saw me, he ducked away from the door with an embarassed look.

Okay, I REAAAALLLLY don't want to know, if the guy was embarrassed 'cos he was in his pants, or if he was caught with his sister...ewwwwwwww!!!! Doesn't bear thinking about...and it you could see dear ol' sis, you'd probably lose your breakfast, too.

Anyway, I don't want to go to work today, but must, I fear. Nearly 5 hours of telemarketing hell, I must face, damn it. I hate my job. I've had a lot worse jobs, so I do try to keep that in mind, but I can't tell you how much I hate sales! I wish I was posh-looking, or thin, or had a 4-year degree--or all of the above... then I could get a proper job, but, I am what I am, and there's no running away from that.

And, after I get done there, I have to bus myself out to the laundromat--that's gonna' hurt, carting all that laundry around--my bad foot is hurting so bad, I can barely stand on it. (Last year I got a type III foot sprain/fracture--literally the worst one can get, which basically demolished my foot), it really hurts horribly, and I've no idea why. I mean, it hurts 24/7, but usually it's low-grade pain, and completely tolerable. This ache kept me awake part of the night. Nothing I or anyone else can do about it, so I just have to take some Advil and deal with it.

I'm weary of life, some days, but what can you do? Just keep my head down and keep going, I guess. Maybe tomorrow will be different...perhaps not better--but, different.

Bedtime for me, nearly a 5 hour shift tommorrow, then laundry. Yuck.

Must be a change in the weather coming, my right hand is stiff and sore--arthritis? My right foot has been more swollen and painful than usual, as well, and my limp more pronounced these day. It's no old wive's tale about one's joints and the changing weather, mine are better than a National Weather Service forecast!

I just found a $10 bill crumpled up in a pair of jeans that I've put into the laundry hamper...maybe I'll take a lawn chair and some insect repellent and go to the drive-in theater....Screen 2 is a double feature of "Dark Knight," and "Clone Wars." Are they any good? I've not been to see a film in exactly 3 years this weekend. Though I wonder what the ticket booth attendant would think of someone "walking' into a drive-in! Is it even allowied? I reckon I will be the first "walk-in" patron of a "drive-in" theater, ha--ha. That is, outside of people who used to sneak in under the fence (like my sister admitted she once did, at our local "Tri-City Twin" Drive-in Theater in our hometown. She was about 13 at the time, I think).

Gimme' some bug spray, couple cans of Coke, a bag of microwave popcorn and a comfy lawn chair, and I'm good--as long as it doesn't rain, that is.

ONE OF THE in-class group projects I had to undertake in one of my theatre classes, was playing "Polonius" in the "15-minute Hamlet."

Most people haven't heard about his short version of the Bard's greatest of all plays...probably for a reason.

Here it is on youtube--without sound any longer, I don't know how the quality is, but...you be the judge.

PART II

Guess who's Polonius in this pic:

Okay, Dah-dee, I'm pwesident. Now where's mah wolly-pop?

"Doh, ya'mean global warming is REAL? I thought that was just something the liberals made up to take our focus off of the war on terror."

"I'm too stupid to talk right, so I jus' give everybody the finger."

"See them there evangelicals can't be wrong. There's NO WAY we humans can ever have come from stupid monkeys."

"Now WHY can't we find Osama Bin Laden?"

"So, after you get it outta' my pants, then what am I supposed to do with it?"

"Yeah, I'm a mentally ill, alcoholic, narrow-minded, bigoted, stupid, war-mongering, coke-head Bastard, and I'm in charge of everything, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Just did a heavy-duty virus scan--four issues could not be resolved and I still have dead sound/audio fuctions. I may hang on to service until after my birthday in October, but if I can't use my sound on my 'puter, it pretty much is a waste of energy and money to keep it, in my opinion, 'cos half the functions are no gone forever, apparently. Someone asked me if I had my original disk--yeah, no. Probably not...from Nov. of 2001? Too many significant life changes and massive upheavals have gone on, since then. I'd say literally more than 3/4 of my possessions have, since 2005, been sold, or lost during times of trumatic emotional stress and/or very hurried moves, so even if I still had said disks, there's no telling where they might be.

Well, had another fan-girl, "Amanda," ask me if I was gay, 'cos I don't have any amorous intentions towards David "sex-god" Tennant. Geez. I probably spent too much time explaining myself to some hormonal teenager, in hindsight, but, who cares? Certainly not Tennant, ha-ha.

Overcast damp day here, but still around 75 F, so not too cool, warm enough for a swim, if I was so inclined--which I'm not....too much to do, what with chores to run and all. Decided to go in for night shift, as I've just got so much yet to do, this afternoon! Shopping and laundry are on the agenda, if I can find the time.

Wow, the cats were playful this morning! Especially Flame, she was running around the apartment like a loony bird, the goof. Even Boots and Charlie were playing with their toys. All are asleep now, at the mo', though.

Well, I'm having a ball looking at the search terms that bring people here-- (What can I say, I'm easily amused.)

Just in the last hour or so...Really fascinating look at the human mind, Google searches, don't cha' think?

DAVID TENNANT HAIRSTYLE
JACK FROST COWBOY
FIREFOX 3 IS CRAP
EYE DOCTOR POEM
DAVID TENNANT NUDE (Twice)
TENNANT FAVOURITE FOOD
REALLY BAD POEMS
SHEEP-DIP BARNS (Now WHAT in my posts would bring that search to me?)
HANDSOME BOY BUGGER
ANNE FRANK OH NOES
DR WHO JOKES
ACTING LIKE A BUNCH OF CHAVS
CHAVS
HATS AS SOCIAL COMMENTARY
PARTY FOR TENNANT

Latest scuttlebutt cloging up the Dr Who forum I visit every few weeks or so, is that two of next year's specials MAY be filmed in my country! How cool would that be?

Of course, they likely would never be shot in my part of the world--probably in California, I imagine--which is about the same distance from me, as Wales pretty much, so it wouldn't make a huge difference, really, would it?

Unless they're doing a hitorical piece, and need to use a log or stone fort--of which we have two? Nahhh. Oh well. It's only a rumour, and you all know how rumours are..this one's probably a dud, and won't pan out.

I am sure the US fan girls will be drooling over the thought of Tennant crossing the big pond...me? I just wanna' see the Tardis up close.

Incidentally, what IS the problem with some UK fans getting "insulted" by episodes being filmed in America? These same "fans" had no problem with filming in ITALY.

UK people seem to harbour a lot of HATE for America and American fans. When did Doctor Who fans become so mean and bigoted and disrespectful of other fans? In some ways, I really don't entriely like "New" Doctor Who--Classic Dr Whovians were all akin, and good friends and no one hated each other 'cos of their country of origin. Some "new fans" really act like rubbish, and that makes me very sad to see this stupid behaviour.

ELDERLY BARBIE:

PREGNANT TEEN BARBIE

GROUP SEX BARBIE:

EXECUTION BARBIE:

UPSCALE BARBIE

JOHN McCAIN--REPUBLICAN CONVENTION COMMEMORATIVE BARBIE

I am: a genuine old maid and closet transcendentalist

I know: That I don't know as much as I'd like to know

I have: Three cats as my sole companions

I wish: I had an occupation where I felt needed/wanted/useful, etc...

I hate: Spiders..and moths...and wasps...and cockroaches...and people with rubbish manners or no manners at all.

I make: My own paths to follow.

I miss: my mum who passed on 14th Nov. '05 and whom I loved very much, and my cat, Red--my best pal for 18 years, whom I had to put to sleep on 19th Nov. 2006.

I worry about: My mind and my eyes, 'cos my writing is getting bad--making mistakes I never ever made before, for no apparent reason, and words I had no trouble spelling a year or two ago, I suddenly can't remember how to spell...and, my eyesights getting really rubbish, but I can't afford to see my eye doctor any more (no insurance coverage--and he won't take you without a way to pay your bill).

I fear: homelessness, roller coasters, nightmares, fire, tornadoes, having my electricity shut off in winter, passing out when I'm alone.

I'm not afraid of: Death, heights (much), flying, change, people who are different than me, trying new things, and public speaking

I feel: sad a lot.

I hear: cars going down Glen St., my computer humming, my fingers tapping the keys of the keyboard, Bonnie Prince Charile, 'cos he's snoring.

I smell: tuna fish, 'cos I just at a tuna salad sandwich for my late supper.

I crave: A Hawaiian pizza

I get complimented on: my "working" voice, sometimes my posh clothes.

I get picked on about/for: my looks/body, sometimes my "me" clothes, my lifestyle, for just being, "me."

I search: for ways to improve my writing skills

I wonder: If I'll ever have a future.

I regret: Going to Egypt. If I hadn't gone on that school trip, I would have been home to be with my dad as he was dying, and I would have been there with him the night he died, 'cause I know he was always afraid of dying alone... not being able to put a marker on my mum's grave...not being able to afford finishing my communications degree....putting my cat Red to sleep...too many other things.

I love: my sister and nephew, my far-away yet very dear friends, my pets, Dr Who, writing, horses, being home, learning, helping people, excersizing my creativity, being outdoors, history, antique saddles, doing new things, travel to new places.

I am not: Into trendy stuff at all, or peer pressure.

I believe: That I'm not sure what to believe in, any longer.

I dance: like crap...unless it's disco.

I sing: like crap...but I do it anyways.

I cry: when life just seems totally unbearable.

I don’t always: take very good care of myself.

I fight: for injustice (doesn't everyone?), and to keep from being homeless and hungry.

I write: every single day.

I win: Sometimes.

I lose: more often than not.

I never: want to do drugs.

I always: try to be courteous.

I confuse: myself and a lot of other people 'cos I'm an idiot, ha-ha.

I listen: to music every day.

I can usually be found: in front of my computer, keyboarding away, or sitting up in bed, reading a book.

I am scared: Of any more bad stuff happening to me.

I need: help?

I am happy about: having such lovely friends!

I am unhappy about: My life coming to a standstill for a long time, and knowing I'm going to spend the rest of my life alone, and living at or near the poverty level, having to drop out of college...and lots of other things, I guess.

I really like: Doctor Who, pizza, being around nature, horses, the theatre, blogging, going for a drive in a car (I know, I know, carbon footprint, yadda-yadda-yadda, but I don't own a car anymore, so, who cares?), books, good music on a rainy night/day, sunsets/sunrises, good conversation.

I would like to be famous for: I don't care about being famous, but I suppose maybe for voice work or my writing, if I had to say something.

I imagine: what Dr Who series 5 will be like, ha-ha!

I care about: Poverty, the environment, equality, animals, sick and emotionally ill people, the arts, learning.

A nutjob in the state of Rhode Island has been sending "archeological finds" to the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C., that he'd been digging up from his back garden.

Here is the Smithsonian's very courteous response to the gentleman's "finds:"

Smithsonian Institute
207 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20078

Chief Curator-Antiquities

Ugh! Bad day at the office--oh, made a few sales, enough to keep the boss happy, but, there's this one loutish young girl, who's got the manners of a....well, methinks she may have been raised by wolves.

Both myself and a co-worker were very much driven from our seats several times, by this girl's stench. I don't me the type from not bathing (but hey, you never know), the kind that comes from too blinking much perfumey stuff.

And, to make matters really gross, she took off her shoes--while working at her desk, mind you--and began rubbing some highly scented lotion all over her bare feet! And, if anyone asks her to stop, she whinges that her feet are dry. She's a self-centered, spoiled little brat, who is totally obtuse about everything that is not concerned solely with her. She may be working in the adult world, but she's definitely 14 year old material! I mean, she really belongs back in junior high, not in a "professional" office.

And, would the supervisor do anything about it? Yeah, a "Oh, I smell some strong perfume, is that you? Oh, would you mind not doing that, there's people with allergies." Yeah, that'll work. Not. The dumb broad was only told several times already, that her co-workers are allergic to perfumes...I mean, this girl is so thick, it beggars belief! It proves how desperite my company is, hiring teenage dumb bunnies like this one. Jaysus!

I mean, perfume is meant to be alluring, not meant as human repellent!

There's a long drink of water between smelling sexy, and just plain stinky.

The teenage bimbo falls into the stinky category, ever blessed time.

The days are ticking down to autumn, the summer is waving her fair hand, and passing through nature's doorway, into the long cold slumber of winter. Already there's a splash of red and gold, amid the green and verdant mountainsides.

The leaves of the trees shiver in the breeze, which brings with it, a hint of the harsh breath of the frosty night. In a matter of weeks now, we will wake to a hoary white rime on our plants and car roofs. The first thief of the night, stealing away the comforting pleasure of seeing life growing all around us. Soon it will be dark, as dark and cold as the grave. One night, the black velvet sky will be filled with icy, piercing stars, shivering in the cold vacuum of space, and one's breath will come out in a suspended white vapor, drifting pleadingly up to the heavens, seeking respite from the glacial cold that sucks the life out of everything.

In the resonant silence of a winter night, the aloof full moon, blindingly white like the snow that covers forest and field, casts it's penetrating blue glow over the universe, throwing deep, dark shadows across in the midnight world, a prelude to the end of all time.