I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Here we see an exclusive photo, which is allegedly of David Tennant, at a Stratford Upon Avon hotel, following the formal opening night cast party for Hamlet.

Two gentlemen from hotel security were called to the hotel's honeymoon suite, after a Drunken Tennant was found dancing through the halls and into empty guest rooms, singing "I will dance 500 miles.." Tennant's agent, Miss Primm, denies it was the actor, saying, "look at the man's pants in that photo, David's lunchbox is really much bigger than that...erm--so I'm told, at any rate."

I met a guy the other day, who was a reenactor...and also a member of the SCA--the Society for Creative Achronism, or something like that. When I was at the height of my Whovianism, back in the mid to late 80's, a lot of my pals at Doctor Who Northeast, the local fan club (numbering at its peak around 400 members), belonged also to the SCA. One was a historic reinactor and also he belonged to the SCA. I had this one friend who used to like to go "mundane freaking."

Mundane freaking is what he called it, when he'd dress up--as a Beefeater, a Celtic warrior, a knight, a colonial American Dutchman, a Civil War soldier, what-have-you, and go for a walk through the capital city's busy downtown during lunch hour. Now, he'd been to the UK a number of times--yes, dressing up there, as well. The reactions from the British, and the reactions of Albanian's (what they call us natives of the Albany, NY area) were wildly different.

Now, I have to tell you, factually, that people from northeastern New York state--most especially from the area around the captial city of Albany, are some of the most mean, grasping, suspicious and obnoxiously rude people, you'll ever want to meet. They make the French look downright genial. They might not appear that way to a visitor, but trust me...I've got a history with these people. I grew up outside of Albany, and then, at 19, when to Wyoming/Montana for the summer--came back...and it literally was like culture shock. I was flabberghasted to realize how mean "my people" were! Wow. Impatient too, very, very impatient..and did I mention somewhat paranoid?

So, in the later part of the 1980's, my SCA buddy would walk down the streets of London or Manchester or Middlebrough, in his fancy dress, and people would smile and get a geninue kick out of seeing him.

Then, he'd go walk down Abany's main streets--the State street hill, leading down from the Captial building, filled with towering office blocks and hotels and shops. Or uptown slightly, down Central Avenue, with its many little shops and resturants, or perhaps around the captial park or the ultra-modern marble monstrosity known as the Empire State Plaza. And...

People would ignore him--I mean, avoid looking at him, walk around him like he was a leper or had the plauque.

I used to collect antique saddles, equestrian items and authentic old-time cowboy gear. And, at the time, I was still actively riding, as well, so I had western riding clothes, too. One time he persuaded me to come with him. So, I grabbed my chaps, boots, spurs, old-time bib-style western shirt, genuine 75 year old Texas cowboy hat--even a lariat (yes, I used to throw a rope..but only at a plastic calf head stuck in a bale of hay)...and I went with him. Ha-ha! Knowing how I'd be dress, my buddy was dressed on that occaision as a Civil War private, his friend--who was an actual member of the Iroquois nation, was dressed like an 18th Native American. The looks on people's faces! I felt like a silly prat at first, but then started to get into it--especially when my buddy's Native American friend began encouraging me to do my western accent. We started walking around, acting like our alter-egos, pretending that we'd just been transported into the future--OMG! It was hilarious! Probably one of the best afternoons--well certainly, one of the most amusing day outs, I've honestly ever had in my life.

Unfortunately, the Native American friend passed away shortly after that in an accident, and that was my only time to do anything like that. But, gosh, if someone asked me again--hell yes, I'd do it. I just has such a blast. Mundane freaking is FUN!!!

My blog won't post this as an "only me" post, so it's stuck on "public" until something changes. Really, it's just a personal note about my shopping, so you lot can just ignore this post...unless you're curious about what a low-income American buys in the way of groceries (minus cat food and kitty litter, milk and a couple of other things) at the discount supermarket.

Well, spent more this week, but my food stamps became active today, so that's not so bad. A few things extra in the way of treats, but mostly just the usual stuff. My New York State food stamp (voucher) total for the week came to 56.17. Bit more than what I'd spend when I don't have food stamps, but that's not a bad thing, 'cos then I get to buy stuff I really like or want--no luxuries as such, I mean, pate or caviar ain't on the menu, exactly, right? Still, got several items I really go for--like that yummy pint of Turkey Hill Duetto--vanilla soft ice cream/and cherry flavour gelati...ohhhh, lovely! The low-calorie chocolate chip cookies, and the cheese-in-a-can. Can't beat some warm toast with cheese squirted on it.

But, that's it for the "luxuries" this week...well, I did splurge a bit on that ham, but it was an economical buy at that price ($7), and I've not had a real ham in a couple of years. Think I'm due for one. Because it's summer, I decided to boil it, rather than bake it, with cloves, bay leaf, cabbage and carrots. I'm going to make Gilraen's pasta dish again this week--got no less than three meals out of that. And, bought a steak for later on, another treat. Some lobter bisque that was on sale cheap, to go with my tuna salad sandwiches. I was going to get some bacon and eggs, but I was eating so much bacon and eggs back in June, that I sort of tired of them....sort of like my bout with lots of hot dogs, hamburgers and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, last month.

This month it's tuna salad, ham and cheese and more PB and J sandwiches, that's on my regular menu, along with some soups like cabbage-tomato, corn chowder, the lobster bisque and cream of tomato. And, I've got more of a variety of cold cereal, to have for quick breakfasts. So, while I'm not lving high off the hog, as they say, I'm doing okay for the next couple of weeks, thanks to those food stamps--what a Godsend they are! I'd really have literally gone hungry sometimes, without them. And, they allow me to get things I need, that I wouldn't be able to ever get, without them.

So, for $56.17 from Price-Rite:

1/2 gal. Minute Maid low-calorie lemonade
2 liter bottle caffine free diet Pepsi
box of instant scalloped potatoes (to go with the ham)
1 pound 80% lean ground beef (mince)
1 head of green cabbage
1 can of 'party cheese'
1 pint TH vanilla-cherry duetto frozen desert
1/2 pound sliced deli ham
1/2 pound sliced Swiss cheese
1 container of frozen lobster bisque (soup)
1 box bagelfuls (bagel fingers stuffed with cream cheese)
1 pound package of fresh carrots
1 Vidalia (sweet Georgia) onion
1 tin tomato puree
3 tins chunk light tuna fish
1 jar low-sugar grape jelly
1 jar creamy peanut butter
1 boneless ribeye steak
1 package spaghetti
2 frozen pepperoni pizzas
1 bag potato chips (crisps)
1 package Jewish onion rye bread
1 box Cap'n Crunch Peanut Butter Crunch cereal
1 Cook's sliced ham shoulder (1/4 shoulder)

Thank goodness that moth is gone! I couldn't sleep last night...which I'm very much paying for this morning, and I stayed up 2 hours later than I planned 'cos my bedroom was rather warm and stuffy, and no matter what I did, I just couldn't get into a comfort zone enough to sleep...so, farted around on the computer...or was I just farting? Gotta' stop eating so many beef and bean burritos.

Anyway, I was sitting here, with the big sliding window leading to my little balcony wide open, trying to catch the late-night breeze, when in flew the biggest, ugliest brown moth you could ever want to see! I mean, the blinking this was as big around as my thumb! It was enormous! And, it kept fluttering near my head, and quite frankly, that just freaked me out a tiny little bit, so I turned of the 'puter, shooed the cats out, closed the door to the front room, and sat up in bed reading, instead.

Okay, it's not as bad as having a brown bat with an 10 inch wing span circling around the room at 3am, like what happened last year, still...yuck. I hate moths.

Well, I get out of work at 1pm today. I desperately need to go to the laudromat--but, I also desperately need food, as my kitchen's almost completely bare....food or clean clothes...decisions, decisions.

I do really miss having a car...if I had a car, I could easily do both, but then I might not be able to, what with gas topping over 4 dollars a gallon, rising insurance costs, repairs (towing), oil changes, new tires (well, usually retreads on my budget)....sometimes I don't miss having a car.

I've had no less than three fender-benders happen literally right in front of me, so far this summer. That's something I don't have to deal with, as non-driver these days. The last one was last week. A car was turning left, and an oncoming driver who was stopped, was busy arguing (or at least it was an animated conversation) with his girlfriend and didn't notice the turning car, so he it the gas to go and plowed right into the passenger door of the turning vehicle. Fortunately, neither driver was going very fast and no one was hurt.

So, pay attention guys, if you want to avoid accidents, leave your girlfriends at home. I notice that there's never a cop around when an accident happens, or if I'm almost run down crossing the street...but speed, have a headlight out, run a stop sign or illegally turn right at a red light (in New York state, you can turn right at a stop light, but only when there's no competing traffic. If there's any oncoming cars, or a "no turn on red" sign, you can get ticketed) and there's a cop right there to nail you to the proverbial barn door.

Well, I've not much to say, really. Have to leave for work in a half-hour. Hope you all are having a good day.

Well, still can't sleep but I'm outa' here, 'cos a great huge moth just flew into the open window, and I HATE moths!

Have a great Wednesday all.

I can't sleep! So, I re-posted this from my group blog, "Roasting David Tennant," for want of anything better to do. Two of my three group members will be getting a double posting--sorry.

It's been known for some time, that there's guys out there on sites like MySpace and Bebo, saying that they are David Tennant.

Uptharse's profile has since been deleted from the website, and he's recevied a restraining order from the real David Tennant's solicitor, and an invitation from Alan Carr, to meet for drinks at his flat.

THE IMPOSTER

THE "REAL MCDONALD" DAVID TENNANT

Well, the big boss has put her foot down, and now has made it manditory that all people in my department MUST work at least one day on the weekends, every week of the year. That sucks. It's bad enough they don't give anyone in this department raises or benefits, now they cock up our weekends, as well. That's what you get when you work for a bunch of chavs in suits, I guess.

It almost makes me long for folding towels seven days a week, at the Travelodge....almost. At least that was relaxing...I could listen to my mix tapes while working, and play basketball, read or go for a swim in the pool, if there was a long gap between loads...of course if there wasn't a gap between loads, I might have to work 7 to 9 hours washing, drying and folding, without so much as a tea break (illegal, yes, but summer employers don't give a fig for labour laws).

Wish the economy was better--and my health, so I could find a REAL job, instead of working for this glorified boiler room outfit. Get a college education and change my life? Well, that wasn't one of my more brilliant ideas, was it? I was better off unemployed and on the dole--literally, no joke. I had rental and heating assistance, food stamps (vouchers), nearly all medical expenses paid, even free transport to the doctor's..and, I never went hungry, and I never lay awake at night, crying because I was terrified of losing the roof over my head, and all that goes with it.

Ironic isn't the word. I went back to college to get out of poverty, to get away from low-wage dead-end jobs, to make a life and a career and a future for myself, to try and reach for my dreasm....sh_t. All I am is worse off than I was before, and over $60,000 in debt, and looking at a lifetime of living on the edge, always on the edge, walking that godawful tightrope between poverty and destitution.

I loved college--no, adored college. The international studies trips, My English/writing, theater, journalism, archeology, history and political science, and other classes, were all truly wonderful. No regrets about that...mostly. But, in hindsight, it all seems totally pointless now. A wonderful interlude, like having a lovely conversation and watching a gret film during a plane fight...just before it crashes on landing and scars you for life.

My mind is deteriorating quickly...so many typos...not from carelessnes, but from my mind not functioning properly. And, no one to turn to, to talk about it. It sometimes scares me, but there's just nothing I can do, but watch my brain slow down and stop working right. Like watching a drink driver coming at you down a narrow lane, with no where for you to go but towards him.

Sorry. I guess I don't like myself very much lately. My brain controls my emotions, to a large extent--though of course external influences can contribute, as well, and my feelings aren't like some water tap one can simply turn on and off at will. I suppose it sometimes amazes me when other people like me, and often I find myself mentally holding my breath, waiting for the penny to drop, and someone not to like me any longer, when they discover that I'm not always...well, sweet-natured, or that I sometimes my mind and nature can be a bit chotic and/or disorderly. It's one of a couple of reasons why I refuse to have a relationship.

I'm all too painfully self-aware...aware enough to know that a romantic relationship could never be, it simply would never work out, not in a million years. It would only end in pain for one or both of us, and who needs that? There's too much pain in my life, too much in the world...why make things worse? I know myself, and I dont' always like what I see. What I see in my internal mirror isn't very pleasant. I sometimes feel like I'm even uglier on the inside than the outside. Rotting fruit, that's me.

Told you I was depressed. This is depression. It's not very nice, is it? And, since I have been unable to obtain assistance from my doctor-juniors (physician assistants), I just have to tough it out, and blog about it, and just...live with it. And if people don't like reading about what if feels like to be depressed--well, them's the breaks.