I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Whoo-hoo! I just won a 4 piece cookware set at work! I needed decent cookware...the $12.50 set of pots and pans I got a while back, have proved to be worth about that...yuck. They are awful! But, they were better than nothing, so I've been using them. But this is about a $100 set!!! Cool! I've not had decent pots and pans in years and years.

Whoo-hoo!!! pots and pans, books, coffee/tea mug, desk chair...I'm stoked!!!

My computer wouldn't let me into the internet this morning, kept kicking me off and/or freezing.

So, I've got all of five min. to "talk."

In between sips of bad office coffee (aka: "mud), I've been given a free travel mug, 'cos the office is doing a tad of clearing out. There was lots of other "freebies," but the hoarde decended and by the time I got there...only a mug left..which is fine. Only own one coffee/tea mug so always good to have a second.

On the way to work, I stopped by the senior centre's jumble sale, and got an actual PROPER desk chair, for $5, to go along with the actual PROPER computer desk, which I'd bought from their June jumple sale, also for $5. All's well that end's well, ey?

Now all in need is a PROPER working comuter.

At least this chair won't creak and groan alarmingly, when I very carefully sit in it, like the 100+ year old Victorian side chair, I'm presently using.

The cats were in fine form this morning. There's beens some empty boxes lying about, and being cats and easily amused, they've been taking turns sitting in the empty boxes, peeping out over the top, looking amazingly pleased with themselves.

Almost burnt down my apartment during the night. I'd left my toaster plugged in (which I rarely do), and had placed some paper plates (which I use in the microwave) on top of it...well, apparently, somehow, the toaster had been popped down--probably by Flame, who likes to sometimes sleep on top of the 'fridge, and jumps onto the counter, when she's getting down...I suspect she'd brushed against it. Anyway, work to a burning smell in the apartment..and since my heat and cooker were both off, found that a tad alarming...traced the smell to the toaster...thank goodness I'd woken! That wouldn't have been good--'cos the only exit from the apartment is either through the kitchen door, or out my second floor balcony window.

Well, back to work. Light calls today...no one's home, it seems. Maybe my computer will be kind like it was yesterday, and let me in for a half-hour or so.

I got some used westerns at the senior's book sale (part of the fall fair attractions) for 25 cents each, so four more "new" books to read now, which pleases me to no end.

I'm going to spend the night watching Get Smart and The Five Doctors, then do some reading and maybe...some writing, now I've got a proper chair to sit in.

Still here, but only in short increments, I'm afraid.

Tongight I did Google search to see what was up with Tropical Storm Kyle, which we are even now feeling the effects of--just ordinary rain, thankfully. Well, the search results came up, as they usually do, and then all the sudden, some Chinese writing began scrolling across my screen, right over the lists of websites. I mean, I assume it was Chinese, could have been Cantonese, Taiwanese or Burmese, for all I know.

Sitting here once again listening to the Series 3 Dr Who soundtrack (thanks Ina! xx), and maybe losing my internet (mostly) isn't totally a bad thing, as the soundtrack has inspired me to break my hiatus from Dr Who writing. I've found my notes for "Dark Holiday," which I'd started back in the late spring. I was listening to Series 3 music, and started thinking about the main aliens in Dark Holiday, which come from Series 3, and how I was going to approach their first confronation with the Doctor and Donna...so I wrote a few more notes, and maybe this weekend I'll pick up the story again. I'm using the Plasmavores...sort of having fun with them, yes, them, they're a perfectly ordinary looking couple...until they get hungry, that is.

This is the story that was a victim of the upset caused me by the ending of epppy 12...yes, I'm finally getting over it, tho' it was sad, wasn't it, that the one thing in my life that was good and dependable, turned out not to be...so, I learned the hard lesson that I can't always depend on Dr Who to make my days better, and yes, that was a terrible thing for me, in the wake of all the other bad things, but, you know, I just have to take a deep breath and move on...just like losing my computer's sound, and dealing with my recent vision loss, and this crap computer virus I'm dealing with...I let ending of episode 12 upset me terribly, but after a while, like an old war horse, I just bow my head and trudge on through this muck, and hope I don't get hit by any more of life's mortar shells.

Got yet another medical bill in the mail today, this one from my health care center, for $79.95. Well, just spent $69 on my weekly shopping...I'll be lucky if I can do a wash at the laundromat tomorrow. My pay check was more than I'd thought, thankfully. Instead of around $100, I had a small bonus, which brought it up to $129.

I took a pass on the $10 voucher for the Ringling Bros. circus show at the civic center tongight, and will pass on the food festival Sunday. I bought a book instead, as the grocery store had hardcover books on sale for $5 each, and I found a nice historical novel called "Brethern." I just lost my paperback mystery I was reading, darn it. I'd bought reprint last month, of an old Westlake crime novel from the 60's, about a New York cabby who hits it big on the horses, and find his bookie dead when he goes to collect, and later winds up caught between two crime syndicates, each gang thinks the cabbie is working for the other side, and in-bewteen the cabbie also gets involved with the murdered man's Las Vegas showgirl sister....kinda' liked this one, and have no clue where I mislaid the book..suspect it fell out of my hamper when I took it to the laundromat.

Darn. I hate not being able to finish a book. I never did get to finish that humourous golfing novel, "A Mulligan for Bobby Jobe," back in the autumn of 2006, 'cos someone checked it out of the library and never returned it.

I was reading where NASA had found cracks in Mars that "could have been made by water." Well, whoop-de-do! Here we are, millions out of work, over five million Americans going hungry to bed every night, 50 million of us with inadequate--or no, healthcare (including moi), and we're spending millions of dollars to look at cracks on Mars? Riiight.

So, sitting here on a Saturday night, eating a Newman's Own (Paul Newman's brand of foods, who's profits all go to charity) frozen roasted chicken and garlic pizza, which I popped into the oven for my dinner. My 'puter is acting up again, so I'm going to sign off before I lost this post...that would REALLY frost my britches, as I hate wasting a half hour writing, only to lose everything.

Nite all.