I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I've noticed that for the last couple of days...there's been someone from Coventry, coming on the ancient post of mine (from last year), "David Tennant's Manhood"....with the search criteria "David Tennant nude."

It could be a coincidence, and maybe there's a heavy concentration of DT pervs in Coventry...but "Coventry" and "David Tennant nude" seem to be popping up quite a lot today..and a couple of times yesterday, as well.

Now, I get a fair share of David Tennant nude, David tEnnant naked...DT porn, DT penis (or, as someone surfing the net in London once wrote, "penus"), DT bum, DT pants...well, you get the idea, I'm sure. If not, you should really get out more...go buy some lad mags or steamy romance novels or something.

I am not entirely sure I blame the man for running away. I find it a bit scary, myself!

Oh, and I've also been getting a fair share of hits for "Dr Who porn." Have they recently repeated the Friday Night Project or something (where they made fun of adult fan fiction (aka: Who Porn) in the opening of the show).

Oh, what a rotten thing has Boots done to me?

Don't get me wrong, Boots is a dear, sweet big ol' ginger cat, whom I love dearly, and whom wouldn't hurt me for worlds...but he has, emotionally, just now.

You see, I have this book. I've had it since I was around 17 years old. It's called, "Selections from Ralph Waldo Emerson," published by Houghton-Mifflin. It's been with me through thick and thin, it's traveled abroad with me, in my knapsack on hikes, through five moves...it's been a treasured friend.

I leave the room for about a half-hour, to clean the loo, and while I was in there, I heard a bit of a rumble--I suspected...correctly it appears, that one of the cats had got into my desk bookcase again (being curious as to just what is in that space behind the books, I suppose), and knocked most of them on the floor...again.

As I entered the bedroom--I heard the distinct sound of paper being shredded. That didn't sound good. And, What was Bootsie shredding? Yup. My trusty old paperback. The covers had long since gone, but all the pages were still in tact...minus the title page, and part of the forward. Now, the book is minus pages 46 to 62. BUGGER!!!

I've lost the end of his essay on "Discipline," and all of his essay, "Spirit." Dang. My fault, I should have gone right away when I heard the books fall, but I was in the middle of cleaning the shower stall, and you know how it is...first we lose David Tennant as the Doctor, and now I've the loss of an important tie to my youth...seems to be my week for losses, doesn't it?

What next? Never mind...I don't want to know.

Just made myself some more microwave "Blast O' Butter" popcorn, and Flamey did a repeat performance of last night...begging me for some.

Flame is positively bonkers for microwave butter flavour popcorn! She will perch on the arm of my chair, waving her paw at me, poking me in the arm with it, trying at the same time, to get her ginger snoot in the bag to snag some.

Yet, the ONLY way she'll eat it, is if I break the big kernels up into smaller pieces, and hold it out on the flat of my palm, sort of the same way one gives apples or carrots to a horse.

Then, Flame scarfs it down--which is amusing to watch, 'cos she lifts her head in the air, a joyful look in her eyes, and happliy crunches on a white and yellow kernel, "crunch-cruch-crunch!" Savouring every morsel.

I've had cats with odd tastes in people food at times, but never a cat that was positively mad for popcorn--she scarfs it down faster than I do!

When I began blogging on this website, a bit over two years ago, I had no idea it would become...basically, an obsession.

I certainly never in my wildest imaginings, thought that I'd still be here, two years later. I was just going through a living hell back then, and needed an outlet.

Now, I've borne my soul to the world, laid my life bare like a corspe on a morgue slab. I've had some laughs at Dr Who, and at the David Tennant fan phenomena, I've railed at the republicans, at the injustice of our American health care system. I've written about the bitter reality of America's working poor, and about life in America as seen through my eyes. I've posted recipes, Dr Who fan fiction, poetry and prose, and really horrid short plays. I have talked about my pets, my corner of the world--the place where I live, and bored people to death about my daily life. I've told off spammers and rude commenters, and praised the Dr Who team for winning awards...and probably done way, way too many meme's.

In October of 2006, I had a sum total of 661 visitors.

In October of 2008, I had a total of 26,651 visitors. Wow. What did I do to make people come to this blog? I'm NOT anybody! I'm nobody. No, really. Somebody has to be nobody, and that's me. I've had to accept that quite a while back, and I'm OK with it, truly.

I think a lot of visits are through surfing for images--personally, I think if I didn't blog about David Tennant or Dr Who, or, if I didn't use images on my blog, I'd probably have a lot less visitors.

But, I tell you what I really find amazing: my blog friends. What a fantastic group of people you are. Through all the laughs we've shared, the shared troubles and daily up's and down's, I've never felt less alone in my life, then when I am reading and sharing blogs with you. You lot are the best bunch of human beings on the planet, and I thank you for staying with me--even through my whinges and moans, through my not having a home computer for months...all of it. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

The Doctor's changin' (da-da-da-dum)
His face is re-arrangin' (da-da-da-dum)
He's handin' over the Tardis key
To some other sod, not me
I've got the re-generation blues

No sexy Time Lord hair (da-da-da-dum)
Tennant, he's outta' there (da-da-da-dum)
Time she's a flyin', and oh--
The fan-girl's are cryin'
They've got the re-generation blues.

This ol' Whovian is sad (da-da-da-dum)
I'm hopelessly mad (da-da-da-dum)
For Doctor number ten
"Will I ever see you again?"
I've got the re-generation blues.

2nd Nov., 2008 Nancy G.

So, it's finally hit me tonight (probably 'cos I've got too much time on my hands) that David Tenant won't be around for S5---I'm really shattered, 'cos I was looking forward to him working with Steven Moffat...I thought they'd be brillant together--NOT that Russell wasn't brilliant, mind you, just brilliant in an entirely different (and possibly more sophisicated) way. Oh dear, NOT that I don't think Steven Moffat isn't sophis...oh, what I mean is, Steven Moffat writes Sci-fi, and Russell Davies writes drama...so two fantastic writers, with totally different dynamics at work here...anyway, I thought it would be so delicious to see what Tennant would do under Moffatt's guidence...now we'll never know.

Not that I would EVER begrudge the man leaving...I think the man is a terrific actor and from all I hear a really nice man, so how could I be angry or upset with him over a decision that effects his life and career? He has to do what's best for him in pursuing his craft and that's only right.

Still, I am so very sad...I do feel a loss...I mean, it's not like when I lost mum three years ago, or my faithful old cat, Red, two years ago. It's not like I've lost my home, or my job. Still, it hurts a bit, truth to tell.

So, tonight, I'm solacing myself by writing junk on my blog, and...popping down to the shop down the street just now, for either some microwave popcorn or an ice cream sundae, whichever Stewart's prices will alow my measly budget of three dollars. To hell with the diabetes and the high blood pressure and whatall...I need some comfort food!

I know there's to be the specials next year, and I do hope I'll have the opportunity to see them..still...sad and tired me, tonight. I feel old.