I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Doctor Who's going to be in for some real trouble, as he faces his most dangerous foe yet:

Floosie the Martian Hairdresser Trainee!

Floosie wants to ruin the hairstyles of every popular sci-fi hero on television and she's starting with the Doctor! Just look what she did to this chap!

Oh wait, that's just Nick Nolte, he always looks like that...sorry.

Anyway, the Doctor won't be having anyone mess up his sexy hair, and fights for his 'do with the help of his own personal intergalatic hairdresser, Butch Guye:

SONG OF THE OOD: "You, light up my life...."

In a bold and controversial move today, the Shadow Proclamation has ruled that Vulcan Priests may perform partnership ceremonies between Daleks and humans wearing ugly green costumes, Tribbles, Cybermen and other fake Sci-fi monsters. The Evangelical Vulcan Council has threatened to ban any priest who perform these marriages, but then were silenced when the Dalek told them to "shut their bigoted gobs," or it would exterminate them.

Well, I had a big bill come in unexpectedly this week, that I had to pay, 'cos it's medical and I need the services...of course, technically, most places can't deny you services for failure to pay, but, they CAN garnish your wages, or even take your possessions or (if you own one) home. And, some places in the USA, can in fact, deny people medical care, if they cannot afford to pay. Life in the USA is not as rosy as the neo-cons and other ignorant, selfish, inhumane Americans will try and tell you it is.

so, I had $55 dollars left over after the 102 dollar medical bill was paid. (My Friday pay check was 157 dollars).

My shopping bill (minus the kitty litter and shampoo and bin bags I forgot to buy) came to $34.66 for the week. About $9 of that was for cat food--the price of both tinned and dry food, like with people food, is escalating and an alarming rate.

Groceries weren't so bad this week, as I bought extra food last week, with the last of my food stamps (vouchers), while some good sales were on.

There were also good sales on this week, however, and I saved over $7 on my food bill--including some change for using my own bags--they take a few cents of the bill if you bring your own bags.

Besides the cat food, for my 34 dollars netted me:

12 pack of Price Chopper diet orange soda
1/2 gallon of milk
1/2 gal. jug of diet iced tea
1/2 gal. carton of limeade
1 sweet onion
1 package Price Chopper deluxe sliced American cheese
1 small ham (gammon) steak
1 1/2 pound of boneless pork "country style" ribs
1 loaf Price Chopper white bread
1 package Price Chopper hamburger rolls
1 package Price Chopper frozen potato and onion pierogies (or "pierogi" if you're British)
1 tin solid white tuna in water
1 Celetste frozen "pizza for one" meatball pizza
1 package of Price Choppper sliced deli honey ham
1 bag of Price Chopper potato chips (crisps)

I decided my lunches this week would all consist of sandwiches: ham and cheese, toasted or grilled cheese, peanut butter and jelly, bacon and egg, and tuna fish...whatever I'm in the mood for.

According to my indoor gauge, it's 80 F (24/25 C) in here right now. I pulled the fan from my room and brought it in here. I wish now that I was well enough to go to the beach, as it is getting somewhat stuffy in here. I shifted the fan from my bedroom to the living room here, but, even with the intermittent cool breeze and the fan both, it's still getting somewhat uncomfortable. I wish now, that i was well enough to go for a quick swim.

Boots has climbed into the ca'ts nylon play cube, and, after sitting there staring out the hole at me, looking a bit put out by the sudden heat, he's now curled up asleep in there.

BROKEN SPIRITS

At times I've tolled at being Me;
Have myself I lost in life's debris?
--Therefore two selves lost.
Changes that take hope far away;
As I attempt to keep gloom at bay,
And struggle with the cost.

...thought I'd add that since eating a quick lunch of toast and scrambled eggs, washed down with some cranberry juice, I feel much better.

Got a start though, when one of the new trolley buses went by--there's this new one, and when it goes to make a stop, it has an imitation trolley bell, that starts clanging--still not used to it, as the new bus doesn't go by, very often, or make a lot of stops out front (mostly just for me)...so I sort of jumped when the metalic "CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG" began ringing outside my window--reminds me of my elementary (primary) school's old fire alarm bell! That's exactly what it sounds like.

I'm not usually the jumpy type--I've had a co-worker who used to hide 'round corners and try to jump out at me and scare me--never worked, but I always gave her four marks for effort, ha-ha.
I will jump at a sudden bolt of lightning, or something like that, of course. I guess I'm just really beat today, to let something like some stupid trolley bell startle me.

Well...now I know why I've been feeling so ill, on and off this week.

Around 2am this morning, I began once again to have the sweats and chills, then my back--in the area of my kidneys began to hurt like hell, to the point when I stood--I couldn't. I had to walk bent over double. Then...around an hour later, I found that my erm--"plumbing" was stopped up. Which is rather painful in itself, by the way.

Yup. Nancy had a wee kidney stone. Being that I went through this before, around four years ago, and also due to the fact that I couldn't purchase a phone card this week--figures, now that they have the $20 cards back in stock. I had no way to go to hospital--short of walking the 20 or 25 minutes to the ER--if I wanted to. But, last time it resolved itself, as it did this time as well, as it turned out, around 6am. It's just passed noon and I've only just got out of bed. I feel much better--tho' weak and tired...and grateful that my "plumbing" is working again, ha-ha.

But, oh my gawd, what a horrible night that was. Flame stayed right by me, bless her, even giving my face and hands a bath at one point, sitting by my head, staring anxiously at me. Though she is quite loving, Flame can also be a moody, fussy, sometimes even temperamental little ginger cat, but, when one is ill, she's a totally different animal, a regular right proper little nurse.

I'm going to attempt to make something to eat--no idea what. Perhaps some eggs, or a bowl of honey-nut Cherrios or frosted shredded wheat, or perhaps a toasted cheese sandwich. Nothing too heavy, methinks.

I was going to make either my Cajun rice and sausage casserole, or some breaded eggplant (aubergine) parmigiana and pasta for dinner tonight. Guess I'll have to pass on those, as the last thing I need is spicy foods right now. Probably soup and a sandwich...or even just soup, would be best.

Despite my illness, outside of feeling wrung out, I really don't feel all that bad, all things considered. I'll just bum around the apartment today. I suppose I can find something to read. Since I deleted that play I began last week, I need something else to write--thought I might take a stab at picking up where I left off, with that naf Dr Who story I began on my Wordpress blog, called "Dark Holiday." We'll see how I'm feeling later, I suppose.

I was reading through a local weekly newspaper--one of those that's a mixture of classified adverts, business adverts and listings for upcoming community events. Some local community theater group, just put on the Merry Wives of Windsor at a theater that's been set up on a farm out in the country. There is some cheap theatre around here, but it's totally inaccessable to someone like me, as it's ALWAYS out in the middle of nowehere, far away from the nearest bus stop, and too expensive by cab. That sucks. They want $30 to $40 just to see a play at the theater downtown! I mean, when I first found out I'd be living a 15 minute walk from a "proper" theater, I was over the moon--then I got a gander at the cost of tickets, and walked away downcast. Stinking American "trendies" and their stinking unrealistic exclusiveness.

There was also an advert that I assume was a typo. This company sells warehouse supplies and were advertising "flammable" cabinets. I'd assume they meant inflammable, but...who knows? Maybe someone out there needs cabinets that catch fire easily?

Well, must go eat something. Can't go all day without food in me. Hope you all have or have had, a fantastic Sunday. Cheers. N.

...is not about the upcoming specials, not about Series 5, not about whether Tennant is staying or leaving or scratching himself, watching footie and swilling beer...no, the big rumour tonight seems to be..."is David Tennant engaged?"

WHO CARES?

I mean, really. Will it matter if the man is a sex fiend or gay, or a virgin...okay we know he's probably not been one of those in at least a couple of decades, but...you know what I mean...I hope. I mean, if he is, congrats to him, and I hope they both will be very happy....but is that anyone else's business (outside of his immediate friends and family, that is)? No. Why are people so obsessed with the intimate and petty details of celebrities? I'm afraid that is one thing that has always left me a little baffled.

I mean, we've got global warming, we're running out of clean potable water, we're in the middle of a massive global recession--not that far from a depression in some areas in the globe, there's massive famine, genocide, there's political, religious and social repression, homophobia, racsism and hate crimes, pedophiles, homelessness, unemployment, spousal, elder and child abuse, senseless murders, suicides, people dying horribly in drink driving accidents and of cancer and other illnesses, there's wars--we're on the doorstep of WWIII, revolutions...yet people get all atwitter if a female celebrity goes out without makeup, or someone has a baby, or gets married, or divorced. They twitter behind their hands when a celebrity goes out wearing something dreadfully ugly or changes his or her hairsyle...I mean, come on!

What does Tennant getting engaged--or not engaged, whatever--what does that have to do with Dr Who? I'll tell you what: NOTHING. Geez--leave the poor wee boy alone!

Well, went to Lake George for my ice cream--my only "treat" this week...tho' I do have a couple dollars in change to spare, and plan on popping up to the lake for a quick swim, at some point. Not tomorrow though. Too crowded with holiday makers.

I went into a little gift shop/snack bar, owned by the Lake George Steamboat Company. The building is the only "original" building on the whole boardwalk--that part of the lake front having been totally changed back int the 60's/70's. Inside was your typical touristy gift shop, but also there were real stuffed and mounted wildlife on the walls, as well as an old-time antique Adirondack canoe that had to be at least 75 or 100 years old. But my delight was in one section--you see, I grew up within sight of a rail track, grew up seeing and hearing blue-gray-gold Delaware and Hudson train engines every single day for over 20 years. And, I have to admit, I loved them. I loved the sound, I loved standing right next to a freight train as it rumbled past, waving at the engineer (by law they had to go slow through our village)--an awesome sight to a kid, standing next to those big engines and cars, feeling the ground vibrate under your feet. I didn't always like this one smartarse, who used to lean on the diesel hooter at 3am, though. We all were convinced he did that on purpose, cos the day engines never were that "enthusisatic."

Anyway, D&H went out of business about 10 years ago, much to my and a lot of other local train buff's sorrow. So, imagine my great delight, to look up on the wall of this gift shop--and there, running around a special shelf, high up on the wainscotting nearl the ceiling, was a rail track. and running merrily around that track: A great authentic model of a D & H locamotive! I was grinning from ear to ear--I must of looked a geek, 'cos when I let a a low, delighted "Oh wow, cool!" some lady standing near me gave me the sort of look, one generally reserves for the sectioned.

Oh well, what can I say, I really am very easily pleased, and fairly easily amused.

Gosh, I'd love to own this train...how cool would that be? I really miss model railroading--oh, I was never as good as grandad (who was an expert model railroader), but I had fun with it, yeah...making a detailed layout can be almost as fun as running the train!