I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I'm in the middle of trying to fix my sound issue....the instructions I got from MS support, tell me to run driver management...okay, did that. Then they tell me to double click on "sound and game controllers," okay, did that, then, I'm supposed to double click "installed sound card"....only, there IS NO "insalled sound card" option to double click on!

Sonuva bum.

So, I go to e-mail the person at MS support---and my mail keeps coming back as "undeliverable!"

I tried several times, I even switched to a different e-mail account, and on both accounts (Yahoo and Hotmail) it comes bouncing back to me again.

WTF is Microsoft's problem NOW?????

You can't contact their support people? Nice. Well, Microsoft, that's real impressive--not. If I ever win the lottery, or come into the big time in any way---I'm buying a blinking Mac.

Off to Shepard's Park Beach in Lake George with the hillbilly's sister. (She's insisting that we go together, and is equally insisting we go to little town beach at Shepard Park, way down in the centre of the village, rather than the big state beach (where the bus actually has a stop). Which means a bit of a hike along the boardwalk, till we get there...and I'm knackered NOW! Geez, I'd so been looking forward to this weekend...what a bust it's turned out to be...not complaining really, but not at all working out the way I wanted it to, 'cos I only wanted to go for a short swim--no more than 20 minutes or so, then come right back home and slob around the apartment for the rest of the day. Now, I have to spend a couple of hours, listening to a very loud chav woman, moan and bitch about her wayward family...sh*t.

Well, no hope for it. Gotta' go shower and change, and shave the old legs...oh yeah, I wasn't going 'till noon, cos the beach doesn't open until noonish, but dear ol' loud neighbour INSISTS we leave at 10:45! Sh*t.

In the fields, the tall grass is beginning to yellow, already a few leaves have fallen, and the brown and red maple leaves skitter and flutter in the restless morning wind. The dew coats the low-growing grass with its crystal droplets, as crickets chirp anxiously in the shrinking shade, as the sun creeps higher in the sky. In the distance, a crow wings away from the top of a spreading maple tree, its strident caws echoing through the woodlot and over the fields, like a sentinel calling out from the gates of summer, asking who is this new season that approaches.

Though still summer, there is a hint of autumn in the air, in the early mornings. Fog sends creeping fingers over the riverbanks, entwining themselves into the low brush and weaving a white blanket for the fields. But, as the golden sun creeps forward over the hilltops, the fog beats a coward's retreat, and white, blue and gold wildflowers raise their proud blooms to greet the morning sunshine, defiantly resisting the cold hand of winter, just a little while longer.

It's past 8pm here in northeastern New York...and I've not had my dinner yet. Because I opted to spend money on me this week, instead of food, the cupboard's a bit iffy...not bare, just not a great selection of food, as I would prefer. Lots of toasted cheese sandwiches and hamburgers in my future, ha-ha.

Here's the DT searches in my blog in the last couple hours--I really am glad I'm not David Tennant, this would be a tad uncomfortable for me--tho' he may get off on it, for all I know.

DAVID TENNANT PENIS
TENNANT'S CROTCH
NUDE DAVID TENNANT
DR WHO HANDJOB (EWWWW!)
DOCTOR ADVENTURE SEX
DAVID TENNANT VEGETARIAN
DOCTOR WHO SUCKS
DAVID TENNANT RING TONE
DAVID TENNANT HAIRSTYLE
DAVID TENNANT WHERE IN STRATFORD (Could that be his stalker doing a little Googling?)

I've actually had a couple of searches bring my blog up, where someone was looking for DT's address in Stratford. Someone told me that Stratford is about 50 miles from London--If he's still living in London--or so I've been told by several people--wouldn't the man merely commute? Or, is commuting a lot different there, than here? I used to commute over 50 miles to my Vermont college every day, and think nothing of it--40 of those miles on B-type roads! Don't know why Tennant would be any different--and, he's rich enough, I can imagine, that he could pay for a driver, and not have to drive himself.

Or, I could be wrong. Why am I even talking about this? Who cares where Tennant lives?* He could be living in Buckingham Palace or on a Yacht in the Med, for all I care...it's his acting I like him for, not his address...or his hair...or his crotch.

(*Crouch End, North London btw, at least according to an internet acquaintance of mine, who claims she lives on his street).