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  • Superior people are only superior at acting superior

    Trust me on this.

    I spoke with some crafts-witch today, (I hate American craft women, they are such rude, obnoxious...oh, don't get me started), anyway, this snooty person, was making very sure that I understood that she was a "Professional" craft person, and that HER dresses sell for $5000 a piece, and that SHE wasn't hurting for money, yadda-yadda-yadda. Oh, and didn't I hear that she just TOLD me that she sells her dresses for five thousand dollars?

    Okay...and?

    I've actually a cousin who--back in the early 80's-- was making over a half a million dollars (quarter of a million pounds) a year--as he is highly trained surgeon in a major American city, I imagine that inome is in the multi-millions by now. (I've not seen him in some 25 years) But, did that, or does that, impress me? No. Quite frankly, I'd feel the same way about my few remaining relations, whether they were car wash attendants or brain surgeons.

    Do I genuinely care if Mrs. Snooty makes five grand off of her 'creations?'

    Puh-lease.

    Actually, I was thinking, "Who the hell is stupid enough to throw away 5 grand on some dress in the middle of a recession, when the stock market and banks have got the wobblies, and people are losing their (formally secure) jobs by the thousands?"

    Superiority complexes are the children of some internal and/or external inferiority, and the real pity is, that these people don't understand that.

  • Afternoon everyone...

    Stayed 20 min. beyond my time to make a sale--not that I ever get a thanks for doing that, of course.

    I'm beat! I was having hot flashes--or maybe it was just my room was hot, as it often is, but couldn't sleep well. Felt like I was burning up, last night. So I've been having my own personal yawn-festival all day.

    Quick lunch of some Feta Cheese and Spinach raviloi, that's made by a company out of nearby Putney, Vermont--mixed with a bit of my favourite jar of Vodka sauce )a pasta sauce made with cream and flavoured with vodka)...yummy! :)

  • oh, and for all of you folks out there....

    ....who actually get to go on holidays (unlike a lot of us Yanks who don't get holiday time at work, and have to make up our 7 holiday days we get off a year), all I have to say is....

  • Autumn is Coming....

    ...so I have to hurry and enjoy the summer whilst I can. At least I got in a swim, yesterday. Next week I need to try and get enough money together to do SOMETHING summery...last regular trolley to Lake George ends in about two weeks, and most of the seasonal businesses will close their doors come Sept. 1st.

    My budget will decide what I will do, of course, whether it's going to an amusement park (not the Six Flags one, that is too costly, and I used to work there 6 days a week, 10 years ago, so it's "been there, done that" with that park), or, I could take the pizza cruise on the lake, on the paddlewheel steamer, Minne-ha-ha. I could "tour" Fort William Henry, and watch them fire off the cannon and flintlocks. Visit one of the naf 'haunted' wax museums, or the fake UFO museum, go for a carriage ride and play crazy golf...hmmm--gotta' do SOMETHING fun before the summer's over...

    Autumn scene near Lake George's South Bay, in the town of Fort Ann, NY. (click to make larger)

    Pumpkin Field--Adirondacks, NY

  • Dr Who and Rose: The Truth Revealed

    Why the Doctor REALLY dumped Rose in an alternative universe...

    "And I'm going to get some nice curtain's for the Tardis doors, and you know, that hair, would look so much better with a short back and sides, and really, I think mum would love it if we all sat down to a nice Sunday roast once a week, and by the way, did you remember to take the bins out to the kerb like I asked, and another thing, I saw the way you were looking at Sarah Jane, and I think you should keep it in your pants, mister..."

  • morning...

    Hope everyone is well today. Computer is acting up a bit again. I'm tired, but what else is new. Bolted down my bacon and eggs, now am trying to wake enough to finish getting ready for work. Overcast, damp morning now, but supposed to clear later. For the next few days it will be in the low 70's (around 22 C)--which are my kind of temperatures, but then it's supposed to clear up for the rest of the week, and get blistering hot, for one last shot of summer. Dang. I hate really hot weather--nearly 90 F, (around 29 C), yuck. I know some people like the blistering heat, but I'm not one of them. Call me perverse, but I rather be cold, thanks. I can deal with rain (as long as it's not freezing (ice) rain, 'cos I've had enough slip and falls for one lifetime already, thanks), or 25 below zero, F.

    Ah well, autumn will be here, soon enough. At least it will be nice for the big street party/Hawaiian luau downtown, Thursday night. Still seems odd to me, that here out on the opposite side of the country--6 hours from the state of Hawaii, in a mill city of 15,000 souls, in New York, in the mountains/country, that they'd choose a luau theme, over a country theme, western theme, or a lumberjack theme or whathaveyou. Any excuse to convince themselves that their city is a draw for the tourists--most of whom don't even know that this city exists, and probably could care less.

  • Buffalo Bill---why isn't there a film?

    If you were to believe half the stories in the book, "Last of the Great Scouts," the biography of William F. Cody--aka: "Buffalo Bill," the man had one heckuva life. Written by his sister, it contains page after page of daring do--tho' painted in a glowing and positive life, written by his sister, it story underneath the dime novel-ish late Victorian-era romanticism, (First published in 1899) paints the picture of an impulsive, spoiled, sometimes temperamental--yet an often humble, good hearted and certainly courageous, young man.

    Born during the westward movement, and having had grown-up adventures at an early age--leaving home on his own around the age of 13 or 14, venturing into the pre-Civil War wilderness of the Rocky Mountains--the man had countless adventures...but wasn't always fearless about them, in one account, young will was severely injured and had to be abandoned on the prairie to fend for himself for a month, totally alone--with winter coming on, and most of his blankets and food stolen by Indians. His sister paints a picture of a young man--still in his teens, who for the first time comes face to face with his own vulnerability, his own mortality. And, apparently, it scared him half to death. When his friend returned with help, a month later, Cody's sister tells of how the great frontiersman, upon seeing his friend walk through the door of the dugout where he was holed up, Cody broke down and bawled like a child, from relief and joy.

    Cody was much-loved by his fellow westerners. One of his closest friends was none other than famous gun-slinger, Wild Bill Hickock, who, at one point, did stage shows with Cody and another famous western figure of that time. The lively accounts of his travels west with his family, his trips with the fur trappers and gold miners, his spying during the Civial war, Scouting for the US Cavalry during the Indian wars, stories of how the man wept over the loss of his childhood dog, and his favourite horse, the blossoming of his Wild West Show and his first British and European tours, the sad account of the death of his son and its affect on Cody, and other stories, made this a page-turner for me.

    A facinating book--how much of it is truth, and how much embellishment, we'll probably never know. His sister often writes as if she witnessed many of these events personally--though she was there at times, other times it would have been impossible, and one has to take into account, that Bill Cody, was a western story teller--as most westerners were actually very good story tellers--that was their main entertainment in the wilderness. But, one wonders what stories are close to factual truth--like probably the abandonment tale, and what were stories perhaps slightly (or perhaps even wholly) embellished in the re-telling by Cody and/or his friends and family members.

    Still, this long out-of-print book (a second or third American edition, published by Grossett and Dunlap, dating from 1918) is a wonderful read, and for a book of that era, highly colourful and entertaining. Though no longer published (that I'm aware of), used copies can be found, from anywhere from $10 on Amazon for a used newer edition, to a good first edition for $100 from antiquarian booksellers.

    Or, you can save your cash, and read this book online, here:

    http://www.kancoll.org/books/cody/

    SOME OF HIS "WILD WEST SHOW" PERFORMERS-- (my late-aunt/godmothers hubby was a wrangler and roustabout with the Wild West Show)

  • Silent Lightning, Stormy Night

    Been sitting on my balcony with the cats, enjoying the refreshing cool breeze and sipping some Limeade. Storm coming in from the northwest, the St. Lawerence Valley and St Lawrence Seaway area, moving through the central Adirondacks and Tughill Plateau, and now coming into Great Sacandaga Lake and Northern Saratoga County, and then next here, into Warren County and the Glens Falls/Lake George Region, and then, very probably, into the Champlain Valley. Eventually this one will wind up in Vermont and New Hampshire--parts of which have been already inundated with rain, this summer.

    I've been watching nature's fireworks show from afar, for the past half hour--even when it was some fifty or sixty miles off yet, it was lighting up the northwestern skies. It's about 20 or 25 miles away now--no thunder or rain yet. Just silent lightning. Gonna' be a humdinger, even if the loss of daytime heat calms it down from what it was an hour ago.

    ADDENDUM: Just re-checked the Natl. Weather Service radar out of Albany, and once again, the storm's dividing before it gets here, and the worst of it is going north of Lake George, and south into Saratoga County--we'll just get some heavy rain and the odd flash of lightning, probably.

    It's strange, but it's been doing that most of the summer--the worst of the storms going mainly south or north of my location--it's almost as if this city is the parting of the Red Sea when it comes to bad storms, ha-ha. Which is fine by me--we had some horrendous storms last summer...one had us all leave off our phones at work, 'cos there were so many direct strikes all around our office building--even setting a local pub on fire. Most phones and computers are pretty safe to use during a lightning storm--I mean, it really would have to be an extremely close or direct hit to hurt you any, but still--not wanting to touch electrical equipment during a violent storm with lots of cloud-to-ground lightning--that's not being a worry-wort, that's just common sense, I reckon.

  • Cut Scene From Doctor Who: The Line the BBC wouldn't allow you to hear!


    "...I'll tell you what this is good for, it's very good at opening doors...and, it's an excellent copulation stimulator, as well."

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