I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

1. When you were born, how much did you weigh?

I don't know, I was almost a month premature, so I was probably quite small.

2. What do you hear right now--and what would you like to hear?

I'm listening to "Africa" by Toto (great song!), and I'd love to hear the sound of a friend's voice...which I may, tonight or Sunday, hoo-ray!

3. If you had to choose between meat or cheese for the rest of your life, which would you choose? Then be specific.

Meat, 'cos I'm anemic--steak or prime rib, I reckon. Though, there's a lot to be said for a nice piece of smoked gouda or New York State extra-sharp cheddar.

I4. What, is your opinion, is the worst song ever?

It just came on Pandora---the Pina Colada Song...bleh.

5. Who was your favorite teacher growing up and why?

Oh, that's easy. My 5th grade teacher, Miss McDonough. She was the old-style, very personal teacher. We did some really neat stuff in her class: and excellent mixture of book learning and hands-on projects. Miss McDonough was one very cool teacher...except when she called me, "Nancy boo"...even after I grew up...that was a wee embarrassing. Mum thought it hilarious...thanks, mum, for the support.

She was the one that first turned me on to writing, and even when I became an adult, she was still pushing for me to become a writer, for some reason.

She passed--by then, having gotten married after retirement (there's hope for us old maid's)--anyway, she'd passed away about the same time as my mum, at the age of 98, and I shall always remember her fondly.

6. What personal activity, when performed in public, bothers you the most?

I'm old fashioned enough, that I don't like passionate snogging and groping right in front of my face--sorry, but...get a damned hotel room, already...find an elevator, the back seat of a car...anything...if you gotta' show it off, then maybe it's not as real as you think.

7. Ok, there's a $50 bill lying on the ground. You pick it up. Dumbfounded by your incredible luck, what do you selfishly purchase?

I wouldn't. It doesn't belong to me...it might belong to someone who needs it to pay the rent, or for food or medicine, or was going to spend it on their kids--true, it might also belong to some rich executive who will never miss it, or to a junkie or someone like that...still..after all the stuff I've been through, I just couldn't live with my guilt, if I did that, knowing what I know about the real world out there.

8. Do you have a recurring nightmare? If so, explain.

Yeah, two: A tornado dream and a dream where the place I'm living is on fire

9. Name one place on Earth you've never been, but vow to visit at least once, where would you go? Got a picture?

Mesa Verde...very cool place.

(Pictured: ancient cliff houses at Mesa Verde National Park, Arizona)

10. What are you going to do tonight?

Watch a Dr Who DVD, perhaps blog, maybe work on finishing that other unfinished Dr Who story on my wordpress fan-fic blog, perhaps talk to a friend overseas on Skype, if she's not too tired, maybe listen to some music, play some cribbage online---gosh, my Friday nights are exciting, are they not?

...to himself. Mr. Tennant admitted today, that his sex appeal is so strong, that he fell in love with himself, and feels that no other person could love David Tennant more, than David Tennant. The wedding will take place at an unspecified location this spring. We Hope that Mr. Tennant will have many happy years with himself.

I can just imagine the Google hits THIS post will get now...so, Tennant's okay looking, and yes, he's very talented and seems really nice and all that blather, but...I still don't get what women see in this guy...what am I missing? I've seen nude photos of the bloke...and his peeli walli-ness (God, I love Glaswegan!) was enough to make me finish going blind. Blimey, he's one very white and skinny dude! Ghandi wasn't that thin!

Well, it's afternoon for me. I'm sitting here, blogging in-between sneezes. I was forced to spilt my shift in half, because of this bloomin' sore throat...after two hours of talking this morning, I was finding myself wishing some insane republican redneck postal worker would burst into the office and just shoot me already.

So, I took some throat spray, and numbed that sucker. Went and did a little shopping, paid a bill, had a burger at the diner near the grocery store...now, I'm sitting here bloging and whinging about spammers--love a good rant, don't you? Makes you feel so much better---that's why I don't need booze, people. I can rant on my blog and just let all the poo out of my system, don't need to drink...well, need to drink whenever Sarah Palin gives an interview...but that's another issue altogether.

So, now in a very few short minutes, I have to slog back to work and do the rest of my time--god, that does sound a wee bit like I'm out on parole, doesn't it? And, maybe I am.

Cheers all.

I'm getting pretty fed up. I HATE having to mod my comments, and it's bad enough that I am literally forced to do so, but NOW, some spammer has somehow slipped through the cracks, and spammed me anyway (on "Roasting David Tennant"), even tho' my settings were in fact, set to 'MODERATE' comments on that blog--I went in and double checked, and yes, the setting is correct...so how the blazes did that spammer manage to slip through?

I'm sooo-glad I changed my mind about going pro. I was tempted to do so, early in the summer, but decided it was too much of a hassle to go out and buy a pre-paid credit card and all that.

I can't complain over much about spamming 'cos I'm not a paid member...but, that said, I have two other blogs on two other sites, and have ZERO issues with spammers on one site (that has askmet), and maybe only one or two spams a year, on the other blog site. BCUK has been infected, and I hope they work their bottoms off to find a solution soon, 'cos these spammers are making a real pain in the arse of themselves!

I know spammers are everywhere, and are not going to go away, because of the people who encourage these scumbags, by either stupidly visiting the sites advertised, or, almost as bad, ignoring them (they WON'T go away if you do that, people), rather than taking a couple of minutes to send BCUK an e-mail reporting them--so they can be blocked!

I mean, if you have time to blog, you have time to copy and paste the IP address of the spammer (from the post or your e-mail) and go to the BCUK home page, click on "contact us" and fill out the form with the infor--less than five minutes of your time, in most cases--five minutes to help rid the blog of a spammer. Don't be a do-nothing jobsworth, MAKE the time to fight spam!

I have to book out to work, in about 10 min. Tried to eat, but tho' I am actually hungry, my stomach has rejected my breakfast--my spicy Spanish dinner last night, probably didn't help much--I like chorizo sausage, but it doesn't always like me.

So, I'll likely be famished by the time 1 o'clock rolls around...can't even go home for lunch, but have to go cash my pay check, and get cat food and stuff...pie crust and cinnamon, 'cos I'm baking a peach crumb pie for the Thanksgiving holiday office do, on Tuesday. They have it Tuesday, 'cos some people are out on Wednesday, as they leave a day early to travel to family for America's big once a year feast day.

I wonder, do atheists celebrate Thanksgiving, and if they do, who to they give thanks, to?

Anyhow, I also have to go to the post office, if I can make the time, to post something to a friend--I'd posted it two Fridays ago...having weighed for correct postage--but apparently I was a wee short on the postage, and the post office sent the package back. So, gotta' try again. (sigh).

I was taking the time last night, to do a bit of editing on that Dr Who story I just finished, and noticed I'd make a bit of a continuity snafu..so I had to go back in to chapter 7 and fix it. It was really a stupid mistake--the aliens had one name in chapter one, and a different name in chapter seven--which I should have remembered to explain..but...forgot. So, I had to do a re-write of the entire first (albeit short) paragraph on Chapter seven. Good thing I don't write for a living. I'd never make the grade...or, I'd be making my copy editor pull his or her hair out.

Well, I'm off for a fun morning/afternoon of telemarketing. We've begun calling the UK for some new company that sells broadband service (I think), named something with an "a". Well, I say "we," not me. They don't let me do business to business calls unless they're desperate...hell, I don't even get trained for new programmes, any longer...just the same ol' shite...no promotions to B2B in my future...I'm office poo...need to find a REAL job, with a nice company.

I don't have real long to blog this am, so I'll try to keep this brief--well, it's a bit boring anyway, isn't it?

Well, as I'm writing this, the sun hasn't quite risen yet, over here. Looks like another clear, cold, sunny day though. It's currently 22 F, which according to Weather Underground is minus 5.4 C. It got down, apparently, to around minus 11 C, again last night. We're supposed to get a wee bit of snowstorm on Monday, with rain forecast for Tuesday--but you know those nutty weather forecasters, we might that, or nothing, or get two days of rain, or a full-blown blizzard, take your pick.

A David Tennant fan-girl whom I know from another website, told me her sex-god was going to be on Absolute radio this morning, between 9 and 10 am, UK time. She knows I sometimes listen to Absolute (formally known as Virgin--ha! a virgin listening to virgin...I used to think that funny...now I'm a non-drinker listening to vodka...not much of a joke in that, ey?)

Anyway, I was asked if I was going to tune in to the programme to hear David Tennant, talk about a TV film he'd shot last year, called Einstein and Eddington.

Erm--that would be a resounding no. Sorry. OK, which one of you would get up a four in the morning, to listen to some Scottish bloke talk about some film you're probably never going to see? Anyone?

Not you, fan-girls, put your hands down. We all know you'd walk through flaming treacle for the sight or sound of Mr. David sexilicious Tennant.

Oh God, did I just say the word, "sexilicious?" Well, great. Now everyone will think I'm...oh, never mind. I'm not, let me make that perfectly and most emphatically clear, ey?

Don't get me wrong, I think Tenant seems like a kind and intelligent-if not necessisarly mature--gentleman. He's very obviously a brilliant actor with huge potential to be one of the greats of our era, and certainly, the film sounds fascinating and enlightening.

But...no, sorry. Not at 4am, thanks.

Oh, I've gotten up at 4am before, for the following reasons:

To leave on a trip

To either get ready for, or to leave for, my job

To go hiking (rambling)

To go fishing or just rowing on the lake

To watch the sunrise (in late June)

To help mum get ready to go to dialysis

To feed horses (falls into the job category--under hard physical labour, but I never considered working with and around horses so much as a job, as a delight)

To help deliver kittens or puppies (why can't animals ever have babies in the daytime?)

To get ready for, or leave for, a flea market, when mum and I had our traveling Flea market stall, 20 years ago.

To finish an essay, mid-term paper, research paper, speech, feature article, press release, news script, play, etc...that was due for a class that very morning.

To memorize a stack of notes for an important college test

You'll note, fan-girls, that getting up at 4am to listen to David Tennant, isn't on the list, sorry.

Well, I've got to go have my porage, before dressing for work.

Speaking for work, we had a meeting last night. We're going back to assigned seating, and, the rug rats were told to cool it with the mobile phones in the office, and, to stop with the blasted bathing with, and spraying, perfume. Good news, there. Blimey! Last time someone did that, I still had pneumonia, and started choking while I was on the phone, 'cos I couldn't breathe.

So, kudos to our office manager. Even tho' she's never liked me (which has been really obvious for about 1 1/2 years now), and, she's a bit insecure and her manners aren't always the best--she can be very snippy and brusque at times...yet, she does work very hard, is passionate about her job--which I think is always a good thing, and deep down, I think she's actually a pretty nice person, so I never have taken her dislike of me, personally...makes me a bit sad, I suppose, that I bring this out in people, though.

Anyway, it's 8am, and I've still got to change into my work duds, and have that porage, so I will see you all tonight. Cheers.

God, I HATE this picture, I feel like I'm dressed in a tent by Omar.

In this testosterone filled episode, the Doctor and an anorak wanna' be, compare the size of their screwdrivers.

Yes, winter is upon us. And it can be ugly and brutal, where I live. Winter is nature's killer.

Spring is the time of birth and re-birth, the time of hope and promises.

Summer is the time of peace and growing...rain and sun work in harmony to sustain the grass, flowers, trees, farms.

Autumn is the season of promises fulfilled. Harvesting, new beginnings as (here where I live) children return to schools, it's a time of fleeting beauty, as crisp clear days shine in the sun, and mere trees become living works of art. Did you know, that those brillant reds, golds and yellows are ALWAYS there, in the trees--yet, it takes the encroaching bittersweet breath of winter, to make the colours reveal their true selves?

Winter is the dying time, the long sleep of nature.

Yet, it too, can be a living artwork. A new snow fall turns barren branches into living, intertwining vertical stands of lace. Pine trees laid down with a heavy blanket of snow become living castles of soft alabaster. Even a coating of ice, turns the delicate branches of bushes and shrubs into living examples of delicate crystal spider-webs, shining in the sun.

Then there's the silence. The snow covers the land in a blanket of quiet, that you never experience at any other time of the year, muffling all sounds. It's as if the earth were making the ever-present ticking of time's clock, plod slowly along, drawing out the season, until the sun decides that she will rise warm again.

I loved this song when it came out on the radio.

Pastamasta has done went and tagged me again, goldangit.

1. Where were you 3 hours ago? At work, sitting at a cubicle waiting for calls to come in.

2. Who are you in love with?

Myself. I'm just too adorable for words---not.

3. Have you ever eaten a crayon?

Erm--??? Well, I don't think so, but mum used to tell me that I used to bite the tails off the little plastic toy horses that came with my cowboy and indian sets.

4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? There's some pink stones on the frame that hold's mum's photo of when she was 20, and there's some pink in the blossoms on a branch, that's part of the oil painting of a bluebird, over my desk. There's some pink print on one of the books on my bookshelf....my Get Smart and Lucy Show DVD's have pink on them...erm--that's about it, I think. I'm not really a pink sort of woman.

5. Show us a photo of a toy you had as a child.

I had this set as a child--I distinctly remember being down in the ditch next to our house, trying to float the canoe down the wee itty-bitty stream that flowed through it. I found out that the canoe only "floated" if you held it in the water yourself...the indians drowned, poor guys.

6. Are you wearing socks right now?

Yeah, they're black and have brown horse shoes on them, and the word "HORSES" printed on them as well.

7. Do you have a car worth over $2,000?

Nope, no car anymore--I've only owned two cars in my lifetime, worth over $2000.

8. When was the last time you drove out of town on a trip?

On my own, in a car? New Year's day, 2006, I drove the 3 hours to my sister's mountain top home near the Vermont-Massachusetts border...well, I did it in two...I'm such a lead-foot. (never had a speeding ticket though--damn, I'm good.)

I took a Trailways coach 15 miles to Saratoga Springs this past May...those are the only two trips "out of town" that I've taken since 2005.

9. What are you listening to, right now?

Elton singing "Rocket Man," on Pandora radio..which is ending and now "Send Her My Love" by Journey is playing/

10. Are you hot?

Are you kidding? It's 28 F (-2) out there! The apartment's fine, I'm comfy. Whoopsie, wrote too soon--as I was looking at it, the temp just dropped to 27 F.

11. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Diet Pepsi

12. What are you wearing right now?

Still in my office clothes, my posh black/gold/rose floral top, and black satiny trousers with gold/tan paisely/floral embroidery running up the outside legs, from ankle to knee.

13. How many pictures, decorative plates, framed awards, etc. on the walls of the room you're in?

2 decorative plates, 1 framed oil painting, 2 small framed floral prints, 3 framed antique horse prints, 1 3-D framed horse-motif wall hanging, my college diploma, an academic award from theater class, 2 family photos in a frame (grandpa with mum as a toddler, and my great-gran).

4. Last food that you ate?

Just finished a late supper of Chorizo sausage, tinned corn and Zatarain's Spanish rice.

15. Favourite song you've heard today?

Playing now--"Sailing" by Christopher Cross.

16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last two weeks?

A packet of underpants from the $1 store, and my first ever evening gown--that I'll probably never wear, 'cos I NEVER go anywhere...but damn, I'll look good vacuuming the rug.

17. When is the last time you ran?

Alas, since last year, it has become physically impossible for me to run (which rules out me ever being the Doctor's companion, darn it). Bascially, the closest I can approximate to a run, is a weird sort of fast hop.

18. What's the last sporting event you watched?

Women's golf at a local tavern this past summer, while I was waiting for my laundry to finish.

19. What if you could do any job you wanted, what would it be?

I would love doing voice work-though my voice has gotten a bit rubbish, with this protracted cold...or, of course, I'd love to write for a living, or...work with horses again--in any capacity, even behind a desk at a race track or something.

20. Your dream vacation?

Off on my own (or with a friend(s), somewhere cool, like Iceland, or the Scottish highlands, an island in the Medditerainian, or the Austrian Alps or something, where we could chill and also do "stuff"--like riding, sailing, whale watching, snowmobiling up a glacier, swimming in hot springs, take a scenic train ride, white water rafting, going to museums, resturants, concerts--and also just grabbing some down time and chilling with cold drinks and watch people and the sunsets...cool stuff. No package tours, and NO laying around on a beach--boring! bleh!

21. Last person's house you were in?

My neighbour across the hall--I gave her some food from my cupboards and some eggs, last night, 'cos neither the brother or sister work full time, and often don't have enough money for food at the end of the week, so sometimes I give them my left overs, or extra stuff I might have lying around in my fridge or freezer.

22. Worst injury you've ever had?

Last year--the g3 sprain/fracture of my foot. Did more than just lame me, it messed up my health, as well.

23. Have you been in love?

Nope, never.

24. Do you miss anyone right now?

Sure, my late mum and dad, my sister and nephew, my cat Red that I put to sleep two years ago, another cat named Jamie that died in the 80's, my dog Shamrock that I had in my teens and early 20's.

25. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?

I really don't care about that. I'm never going to have a partner, and I can't see wasting my life looking for somebody that simply doesn't exisit--no one is ever going to love me, and that's just the reality for some people in this life. It's not fair, but then, nothing whatsoever in this life is ever fair.