I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Proof that McDonalds is Republican, and Burger King is Democrat:

This video was made in Michagan. A guy dressed in Middle Eastern garb tries to order a Halal burger.

Watch the McDonald's manager and his assistat, freak out over a having a MUSLIM with a camera in his resturant! Yet the Burger King manager went out of his way to try and help the guy out, by offering him a "soy-burger."

Hope you all have had a nice day today.

There's a huge swath of heavy rain and showers moving in from down to our south, about 30 or 40 miles from here, so I better be off to get the cat food, if I want to avoid a good soaking.

See ya' later.

Got a strange e-mail from someone going by the handle of "mkottke," asking me what play I was going to enter into the competition. Mind you, I have no idea what "competition" this person is speaking of. Anyone know this "mkottke?" Is he or she a blogger? I assume he--or she, has me mixed up with someone else. I did enter two plays in competition once--a local competition, and (feeling overly ambitious) the Kennedy Center student competition. But, that was back when I had a bit of new writer's ego, and couldn't see the writing on the wall.

I have no plans whatsoever for displaying my work, other than on my playwriting blog (that I keep solely as a back up in case my computer crashes and I lose my files), and sometimes on here. I think anyone who has read my plays, would agree that they are very amateurish, and are not in any way, "theatrical" quality. I so cannot vision some actor or director saying, "Wow! I'd love to do this work!" Not gonna' happen in my lifetime, ha-ha.

If this is your e-mail, I tried to reply but it came back as undeliverable. If you would care to claify your query, please e-mail me again--tho' I think you merely sent it to the wrong person.

Olga, Larry, and Flossie. They are locked out of the Tardis, and waiting for the Doctor to arrive, little knowing that he's in the Tardis already, hoping they will just quietly take the hint...

Woke a half-hour early and couldn't get back to sleep, so, after lying in bed for a few minutes, I got up and came in here to read the papers on the 'net.

I'm afraid that I am quite ill, but will hold off seeing the doctor for a few days. With being a "no-call, no show" Saturday ('cos I thought Saturday was Friday, my day off), I very much may not have a job, after today. At best, I may be put on probation...or they may not say anything to me at all--LOL.
I'm dreading going in today. There's no way I'm admitting to them, that I lost track of the days for three days straight. Especially not to the new head of my department. She's not a bad person--can be pleasant when she allows herself to be, but then, she's very mercurial, and somewhat jittery at times, around people or with her job...to be fair, the woman does have a hugely high-stress position, which might account for her emotional unpredictablity, and her sometimes poor interpersonal communication skills. The woman's highly sensative, and I think, somewhat insecure about her position--or, maybe just insecure--at least, that's the signal I've been getting from her, since I've worked there. Anyway, I'm going in at 10am--new work hours--half-expecting to be pulled into her office and given the boot.

I'm ill though, there can be no doubt about that. Very weak and shaky again, and in a minor amount of pain. Even if I'm not fired or put on probation, it's going to be a tough hall, this week. I suspect I probably should be in hospital, but without sick pay, and the rest of the electric bill to pay for, there's no way in hell I'm seeing a doctor. I'll just have to be sick and hope for the best.

I probably could use a couple of weeks off, but we don't get vacations where I work--well, I suppose one could ask, but two weeks without a pay check? Not bloody likely!

No, I suspect I will get the sack, if not today, then soon. Hell of a way to live, being sick and unemployed---being sick and employed isn't much fun, either.

It's an overcast gloomy day today, somewhat chilly. But, at least it's not hot or humid out.

The local paper's big headline is that the city's mayor has just passed away, so that means the acting mayor is now permenently in charge...until the next election, anyhow. The mayor--a former radio producer, was touted as being a very upbeat and optimistic man.

In other news, a local man was charged with rape and child endangerment, after he forced a woman to have sex with him, while her 4 year old child looked on.

A local man from Hudson Falls was killed in a motorcycle crash yesterday.

A reviewer claims the concert by some band called O.A.R., at Saratoga Performing Arts Center, was little changed from their last performance that he'd seen, several years ago.

And that's literally all of the headlines online, for our local paper--busy newsday...not.

Well, must try and eat some breakfast. Hope you all have a good day. Cheers.

Well, I tried to go to bed early, at half-past 10, but the loudmouth hillbilly neighbours next door, decided to have a knock-down drag out banging, slamming, yelling, screaming fight amongst themselves. Sounds like all three of them--sister, brother and nephew going at it like cats and dogs in heat. Such a high-class building I live in! They should advertise it to those rich New York City people they want to move into Glens Falls as their holiday homes.

So, spent 45 mintues writing the first few pages of my play.

Here it is, so far, if anyone's interested--yes, it's rubbish. I'm not just saying that. The last play I posted earlier this week was rubbish, and so is this one. That's what I do for "fun," write rubbish plays--I suck at suduko, and hate crossword puzzles, so I do this, instead.

Bitter Revenge

DANIEL: What? Rita, how many times have I told you to take a cab? The streets around there are hideously dangerous at night!

Yeah, sometimes I think he is.

Someone e-mailed me another Times review on Hamlet, and in it, the reviewer compares Tennant's performance (at times during the play) to a 5 year old who's overdosed on Sunny Delight.

(they sell SD in the UK, too? How can anyone drink that stuff? Bleh! I only buy it when I can't afford real OJ)

Anyway, maybe that's why I'm not physcially attracted to DT. He does remind me of a hyper little kid sometimes, now that I think on it. I don't relate well to hyper people--not to say that I dislike them, nothing like that. They just make me feel...old. Maybe it's 'cos I'm naturally slow, I dunno'.

Also, I like anyone--man or woman--with a healthy sense of humour. And, this would likely surprise people that think they know me well, but I actually enjoy a bit of clowning around, myself--up to a point. In the end though, I've worked hard to be 47, I didn't get here easily, and I want to act my age--and I want my peers to more or less act their age, as well. Fart jokes are funny--for about 5 minutes. Then, they get a bit...up my nose. Well, boring, really. My appreciation for hyper, childish behaviour and crude humour, lasts for all of about 15 minutes, max.

I really grew out of the giggling at toilets flushing (a favourite track with us kids on an old Chicago album, was with a toilet flush sound at the end of a song--big hit with us 10 or 11 year olds, I remember spending a winter afternoon at our next door neighbour's playing the track over and over on his record player and giggling ourselves to pieces), and farting/belching...limited lifespan with me. And, I'm enough of an old prude, to think that a gentleman should never fart out loud, in the presence of a lady, if he can at all help it--and that a lady should try and refrain from farting in public. Tennant and his co-stars have joked about his frequent public pre-performance flatuation. He very obviously comes from a different cultural background than mine. Either that, or he needs to start taking some Beano pills.

I wonder how Patrick Stewart feels, about getting to hear--and smell, a Scottish bum trumpet before each performance. I dunno', maybe that's some kind of weird British actor's ritual I've never heard of?

Not that that nonsense takes away from my appreciation of his talent. He'd have to do something a lot worse than fart, or be too hyper (and thank God he doesn't do crack--can you imagine what he'd be like then?)...no, he's no Derek Jacobi--or even a Patrick Stewart, but he's really got such an awesome range--and perhaps, in ten or twenty years, he'll mellow out a bit, and that maturity will make him one of the greatest actors to hit the modern British stage.