I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Is this a photo of Dr Who's latest villan? Or, is Tennant just having trouble keeping it in his pants again?

There's a LOT of hits on my blog (I can see now, which pages are being looked at) for "David Tennant." Who knew?

That guy must really have to become a recluse, just to get some privacy. more than half my hits today have been for Tennant posts. Even tho' I've switched most of my DT references to my "Roasting David (Tennant") group--to try and discourage the fan-girls from leaving messages for Tennant--and nutty comments-- on my blog, they are STILL coming here!

Which is fine. Whatever turns them on. Actually, I get the feeling it's from image searches, more than anything.

Still, the man really is being stalked on the net, in a way, isn't he? I should think that would be hard to sometimes wrap your head around, no matter how intelligent or emotionally well-balanced one is.

David Tennant using his handy "Fan-girl Deflector" to drive off the girl's of the Squee-brigade.

I've both worked and played outdoors in the depths of winter--all day, okay?

I mean, I've been outdoors in minus 15, to 25 below zero (that's fahrenheit--not celsius!) weather, and, in minus 60 below zero F. wind-chills. I mean, I've had windburn, mild frost-bite, borderline hypothemia. I've had to thaw the ice from the front of my coat, before I could unzip it. I've shivered for hours, and been cold to the point of intense pain. THAT kind of cold.

I generally prefer a canvas barn or chore coat, with either blanket or insulated quilt lining, as my outerwear.

This is normally worn with a oversize genuine cowboy banana--aka: "wild rag," (nothing like those wimpy bandanas regular folks buy. I wore mine 'cos it kept the wind from blowing down my neck, and also was very easy to pull over my face when working in icy winds or facing blowing dust/sleet, etc. The REAL one's worn by America's cowboys are made of silk or heavy cotton, and look like this):

Generally, I also used either a pair of bib-type ski overalls, or, my work jeans with a heavy pair of longjohns (thermal underwear) under them, a pair or two of heavy socks, or one pair of insulated socks, and my work boots, or winter boots. My cowboy hat or one of these plaid wool caps--with a nifty fold down ear protector inside the cap, would complete the ensemble:

and special gloves that were a combination of mitten/fingerless glove--the miteen could fold down, and you would have half-finger gloves, enabling you to untie knots, or adjust the buckles on horse halters, or undo your snowshoes, without removing your gloves. When working at emptying and filling the approx. 50 water buckets at the one stable I worked at, in winter, I splurged on a pair of skin diver's gloves--which are, of course waterproof. They allow for dexterity, and were surprisingly warm.

This, however, is an example of what I would NEVER wear.

Only a city person--or someone in the antarctic, would wear this clobber. Yikes!!! Scary stuff, ey?

So, I'm going here:

Instead of here:

Well, I decided to be a good girl and go do the laundry...four big bags and two hampers worth, all told. I couldn't have gone to Lake George for a couple of hours anyway, 'cos I've nothing clean to wear from the waist up, 'cept a couple of winter tops, the short-sleeved blouse I wore yesterday, or my nightshirt.

No hope for it, but to bite the bullet, ring up the cab and go to Mid-town plaza to do the nasty. I toyed with the idea of just taking a few days worth of washing to the Lake George laundromat, and sort of killing two birds with one stone, but...their laundromat isn't exactly near the centre of town--it's a bit of a walk into the village proper and back, requires a smigeon of hill-climbing, one way or the other, and with having to lug laundry around on the trolley-bus, and all the way down past the boatyard to the launderette and back...I'm gonna' sweat--and who wants to hang around a bunch of tourists when one is all hot and sweaty? There's a lovely cool breeze, but it's still in the low 80's F, out there.

However, I may compromise later, and take a trolley ride up and back--without getting off, just to get some change of scenery...maybe get off and have an ice cream, and get back on, MAYBE, tonight, if I'm not too knackered, that is.

But yeah, I'd rather be swiming, or playing crazy golf or at the amusement park or riding, or...anything but flippin' laundry!

I was definitely a MacGyver fan--forget Tennant's wonky hair, I go for the mullet, any day.

..."David Tennant, Hosiery Model."

That's right, out of a total of 739,649 page views since Sept. of 2006, the number one most popular page is the one with that title.

It was written on the 5th May, of 2007, and has garnered both the most pageviews--over 80,000! Also, I believe it has the most comments, of all the thousands of blog entries posted to date.

Written as a joke, my spoof at the idea of the hairy, skinny-legged Tennant becoming a hosiery model (actually, one American actor did that, back in the 70's, for Leggs), has turned out to be the number one hit on my blog parade. Something that I just wrote, probably out of sheer boredom, as I believe I was recuperating from a recent serious foot injury at the time.

Go figure!

Waugh!!! It's a gorgeous day!!!! A perfect 10, in fact! Cloudless skies, cool breeze, but warm enough for a swim, if you're of a mind, or even a trip to one of the water parks (the kind with the wave pools and slides and inner-tube rides and spray fountains and such).

But...I need to do housework...my kitchen and bath need some cleaning, and my rugs need a hoovering, and--well, so much for domestic tranquility...flamey just walked over to Charlie--who wasn't doing a blessed thing--and just hissed at him, and bit him on the ear, and then he merely ducked his head, with a "Hey, quit that!" expression. Flamey's been in a bad mood for two days...think she's in heat again. I scoldeed her and she stalked into the bedroom, yowling. Charlie's sprawled at my feet with a very definite hurt look on his face, as if to say, "What did I do?" Poor Charlie!

Anyway, I do have to do laundry--badly, and housework...yet, such a perfect, perfect day....I want to do something FUN.

So, I'm a bit like a pendulum this morning..

Do I do the responsible adult thing, or do I just throw it all away and go to Lake George for the afternoon?

Tick-tock, tick-tock-tick-tock....

Well, I know I'll be a grown up and do my chores, but, I don' wanna' go to school today mum! At least, that's how I feel!

Well, I've tried downloading and running things--but this bug seems to sense when I'm trying to fix things, and gets worse (freezes my computer) and won't let me download. I tried the check disk function, and it, apparently, is not allowing me to do that, either. Life really does suck.

Twice tonight I had to abandon my computer usage, 'cos the darn thing just froze solid and wouldn't let me to a single thing...not even turn the computer off.

I do know that the compuer has given me friends I never would have had without it. It's gotten me a job once, even....not a great job, my second-least favourite job (cleaning at the racetrack/casino) ever, actually, but it got me the job, nonetheless. And, of course, Word is a lot easier to use, than my clunky old word processor/typewriter was, which needed all these codes you had to memorize or keep the book handy to look up stuff with, in order to perform specific functions, and also, the internet has allowed me to share myself, and my naf old Dr Who fics and plays and stuff, with the world, such as it is. It's allowed me also to see Dr Who and other stuff, to listen to radio from all over the world, that I certainly would have missed without it. It's also allowed me to raise awareness for pet causes, and funds for a charity.

But, on the downside, the computer has made me redundant---I used to be in demand as a receptionist and/or file clerk. Now, a receptionist has to know all these different computer programmes (which my learning disablility will not allow me to fully learn--especially Excell, that's a lost cause...yes, I have taken the course(s).

And, no one uses file clerks any longer--and even when they do, even a file clerk has to be computer savvy. And then there's all the stress that these problems are causing me, now. Due to the internet, I've been ripped off twice, to the tune of nearly $3000 the first time--only 3/4 of which was fully recovered, and more recently for over $300, early last year. I was contacted by a nutjob who started virtually stalking me, as well. (Gone now, thankfully.) So, pardon me if I'm not convinced entirely, that computers are a positive thing for humanity.

Well, computer froze up for about 30 minutes, then decided to be kind--after I curse it and kicked it and threatend to throw it under the wheels of a speeding trolley bus.

So, I was off-line for about 45 mintues all told. Very frustrating! I never know when this thing will crash, and when it will work, any longer. It's sort of become computer roulette, ha-ha.

It's 10:15 here...still haven't had dinner. Only marginally hungry. I have a small cheap steak in the fridge, and can boil a jacketed potato and heat up some tinned corn, I suppose. Or, have a turkey sandwich, or maybe just some cold cereal. I'm hungry...but not hungry, if that makes any sense--I mean, my body is telling me I need to eat something, but my appetite's telling me, "meh." Still, gotta' keep the ol' blood sugar happy, ey?

I really, really miss my internet radio. I'm itching to turn on Pandora and listen to my favourite artists, or hear some radio play or quiz on BBC (we don't have that, over here in the states), or the interesting DJ's on Virgin, or listen to new age piano or guitar music on Accuradio, while I write, or tune into the in-depth news, political analysis and radio magazine interviews, plus classical, celtic/folk and jazz music on WAMC--upstate New York's public radio station.

Still, on CD I've got The (best of the) Proclaimers, The New Pornographers Electric Version, The Dr Who Series I&II Soundtrack, The Ultimate Kylie Collection, Gary Ramal Malkin's Music of the Great Smokey Mountains, One of Rod Stewarts American pop standards CD's, and two other CD's that I'd forgot I had. And I've got some old vinyl records on my phonograph, from the 60's, 70's and 80's, and one station on the radio--sometimes. So, it's not like I've got nothing to listen to at all, really.

I love listening to the radio though, always have, almost as much as I like reading, probably.

As I wrote previously, my perceptions of what college would be like, were sometimes wrong.

I thougt it would all be class work and lectures and such. Not all the time. I certainly never thought I'd find myself taking theatre classes (I enrolled with an eye on journalism or broadcasting as a career--but signed onto Liberal Arts/Humanities, on my advisors advice, due to my uncertainty over a career choice), nor did I expect to take archeology, study jazz history, learn about how my government functioned, hear lectures from Iraq weapons inspectors (prior to the declaration of war) to write and direct a recorded radio play and news broadcast--even use a computer to record that news boradcast--incoporating taped inteviews I'd done--very complicated! Or, go overseas for a two week seminar in the Nethelands, incorporating a visit to Iceland, and later to Egypt on another study course. I also never thought my writing would take off like it did, either. Not that I was exceptional in any way, I mean that I would re-kindle the passion for writing I'd had as a young person, but had somewhat lost as I grew into adulthood.

I think the acting and the overseas trip to Leeuwarden, most changed my life though--changed me. The acting made me cut down some barriers that kept me from interacting more openly with poeple (basiclly, it did away with most of my shyness) and opened emotional doors for me that I never knew were there. The overseas trip made me more confident about myself and opened my eyes to the world at large. I am definately a better person because of that. Both these things made me challenge myself, made me stronger and bolder about trying new things, and being more open around people. Still not sure it was worth being $60,000 dollars in debt, but yeah, no regrets, really.

My Two colleges (2000-2005):