I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Gah--just had some guy tell me he was really busy and didn't have time to listen to me give him a phone number (which I'm required to do by federal law)...only, he was gabbling on and on and on about how he didn't have time--taking four times the amount of time it would have taken me to just give him the flippin' phone number!

And the women on the phone today--what a bunch of crass lowlife b_tches! I've met more polite burly hairy merchant marines!

Gals, if you're reading this, being an attrractive female is as much about MANNERS as it is about what you wear, your makeup and your hairstyle. It's just too bad that so many of you would rather be trash than ladies....trash is so ugly.

I suppose men have become so lax in their own manly standards, as well, that they don't care how women behave, as long as they can dip their wick in something.

The fact that more than half my fellow Americans, apparently can't even make the effort to answer a telephone civily and properly, shows how they've deliberately choosen the path of intellectual least resistance--they choose to be stupid, in other words, 'cos it's easier than having the pride to behave like actual civilized human beings.

Sorry, every American on the phone today--from New York to Minnesota, to California, has been so warm and fuzzy, don't know if I can stand it. (Yes, I'm being sarcastic, sorry.)

Time to go home. I don't do alcohol, but God, I could use a drink after this. Americans suck.

I rarely ever blog while at work, if I can help it, but, I've some good news I just have to pass on.

Got my post this morning, and lo and behold, there was a letter from Social Security--since I'm undergoing evalutaion, I tore open the letter with trembling fingers, worried to death that it was bad news...it wasn't only NOT bad news, it was fantastic news!

First, got a Christmas card from an aunt I've not heard from in years--with $20 in it, of all things.

Then, there's the notice from Social Security that they've underpaid me, and are sending me the difference with my regular monthly cheque--to the tune of $1000 coming to me this month...and, my monthly cheque will go up 30 dollars starting in January.

Whoo-hoo! I can pay my bills--well, I can get caught up, anyway...and get my winter boots off of layaway, and not have to wait until January.

Most of what's left over will go into my rainy day (aka crisis) fund, but I am glad I'm going to be able to get my nephew a gift this year, as I didn't think I'd could, and make a donation to the local food pantry, as well.

1) How do you like your grilled cheese?

With thick yellow American cheese and crispy bacon, between any kind of bread, grilled in butter and eaten with some tinned tomato soup made with 1/2 milk and 1/2 heavy cream, two slices of sweet bread and butter pickle and potato chips (crisps).

2) Where did you go on your last vacation?

I went with my archaeology class on a study holiday to Egypt in Jan. 2004.

3) Who are your grandparents?

I can't remember what's dad's dad was named--he died in 1924, Gran on dad's side was Bertha, mum's mum was Gladys and her dad was William. They had all passed on before I'd turned six, so I really never knew any of them.

4) Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Still stuck in Glens Falls, doing nothing...or homeless...or sectioned.

5) Where are you at noon everyday?

On work days, usually at work. Otherwise, I'm usually here at home.

6) How many speeding tickets have you gotten?

A sum total of none.

15) When was the last time you swam?

This summer I went for a quick dip in Lake George, after work.

16) What do you order at Subway?

I never eat at subway, I don't like them...prefer local sub shops.

17) Do you keep your closets organized?

(snorts) yeah, right, sure....(snorts again)

18) How do you make headaches go away?

I rarely get headaches, thankfully--but I use Advil.

19) Have you owned a beta before?

A beta what? Don't think so...

20) If you moved out of state where would you go?

Vermont, Montana, Washington state--doesn't matter, as long as it's not the deep south...or Texas...or New Jersey.

22) Did you attend pre-school?

They didn't have pre-school when I was wee, you went to kindergarten or stayed home until the first grade.

23) What do your curtains look like, in the room you're in?

Don't have any--even if I could afford such big curtains, I'd have no way to put them up--can't reach.

24) What character did you most imagine yourself to be, as a child?

I remember there was this comic book cowboy character, named "Kid Colt," and I'd lay on my bed, playing with my cowboy figures, pretending I was him...I also remember pretending I was Zorro, and one of the characters from Man from U.N.C.L.E., and Agent 99 from Get Smart.

25) How do you make eggs?

Usually scrambled or an omelet--sometimes over hard, as well.

Yesterday I wrote how a wal-mart employee was murdered in Long Island, by a hoarde of Christmas shoppers.

Well, the story gets worse. It seems some 2000 people had lined up to snatch up the bargains at the Walmart's special Black Friday sale--some as early as the day before.

When the young man on the staff, tried to open the doors, the two-legged pigs not only ran him down, they ran other staff and shoppers down as well--including a woman who was 8 months pregnant. Shoppers didn't even try to slow down--crumbing the door like an accordian.

Even after it was announced that they'd killed--murdered is the right word here, really---the young man, and that management was closing the store, these terrorist shoppers were such rubbish "human beings" that they refused to leave--and when they did leave, some of them stepped over the dead body, like it was just a rolled up carpet.

Methinks these shoppers have just lost their right to be called human beings.

Of course, none of these fine upstanding examples of American citizenship, has offered to come forward with information, and certainly none of these cowardly greedy-guts have stepped up to the plate and admitted his or her guilt.

I've heard a few of my fellow Americans saying how awful these "towelheads" are that butchered those people in India---but, I ask, looking at what happened in Long Island--how are we so different?

My hillbilly ne'er do well neighbours (Think gypises in a two-room apartment, what a joy)...the one's that spent Thanksgiving day filling the hallway outside my door with their pot smoke--who were celebrating their family holiday last Saturday with a roast turkey and fifty cans of beer, are now, as I write this, having a knock-down drag-out free for all, at half-past 11 in the evening. Fan-friggin'-tastic. And I have to get up early...it really sucks to be me.

One of my fan-girl friends from another website, is all a-gabble with the latest DT news...some of which I already know, and some of which I really don't need to know at all.

seems he had a bit part in the film, 1939.

Let's see...what else did she say, oh...he's moving to a house in North London (hmm--tired of the stalkers outside is flat, or getting ready to settle down? and...what's it matter where he lives, really? He's stinking rich--by my rather miserable income standard anyway--if he wants to buy a house, good for him, whoop-de-do.)

He's going to be in a documentary around Christmas

He's seriously dating ____ (none of my business so you can just Google it, as I'm not into reading or spreading celebrity gossip--not one whit)

He was spotted by her friend, while he was out shopping this week....okay, what? Like, so..the man is now living on such a high pedastal that he doesn't need to shop any longer, like the rest of us poor schmucks?

He knows who the next Doctor will be but has been sworn to secrecy--well, he would be, wouldn't he? That's news?

DAVID TENNANT IN EVERY OVERLY-ENTHUSIASTIC FAN GIRL'S DREAMS

I've tried re-writing and re-posting a certain post FOUR times--not only can I not post the post---but, the blog totally IGNORES the changes I just made, and automatically reverts to the ORGINAL post. F'in ay!

I'm pissed, pissed pissed...and I don't mean drunk. Arggh! Have you any idea how much f'in time I just wasted???

keep being told I can't post because of some dumbass "ads widget"

This is a test, this is only a test, please do not adjust your blog.

ADVERTSIING, advert, advertising a-d-v-e-r-t-i-s-in-g

..and I've actually got to work around 5 hours tomorrow. I just came from the grocery store--a bit shell shocked, but still standing.

Yes, the prices have gone up again--good gosh almighty! That's a bit of an understatement. Thought, the grocery store did have an unadvertised post-Thanksgiving special on frozen turkeys--49 cents a pound, but all they had left was a couple of really huge one's, that were still well out of my price range--and my appetite. I toyed with the idea of getting a turkey, roasting it, then freezing the meat to have for casseroles, soups and sandwiches and all that other palaver one does with leftovers..but, meh--who wants to be eating turkey for two whole months?

So, another very unexciting evening in the city of Glens Falls. They do have their "downtown Christmas" celebration next Sunday--they'll even be running trolley service on Sunday...oooh, there's a thrill.

Yes, starting Monday, it's the Hometown Holiday Week in Glens Falls. Glens Falls bills itself as "hometown usa" or some such nonsense, because it was voted by some magazine way back in the 1940's or whenever, to be the nicest hometown in America or something like that.

There is such a thing as letting go, and stepping into the 21st century. Glens Falls seems a wee reluctant to do that.

On Monday there's soup tastings at downtown resturants--all three or four of them, and live broadcast from a local radio station from the local charity soup kitchen, to get people to come in with donations.

On Tuesday the celebration continues with free public ice skating in the hockey rink of the civic center.

On Wednesday night, the historic Chapman house/museum will be open with a Victorian Christmas theme and characters. The Children's book shop downtown, called 'the dog ate my homework,' will feature Christmas story telling, as well. And, Aimee's Dinner and a Movie, a cinema-restaurnat downtown, will be playing "A Christmas Carol"

On Friday, Santa will be at one downtown bank, while Father Christmas will be at another. There'll be "Sax-O-Claus," a strolling Santa playing the saxophone. (That name sounds a bit rude, if you ask me). In a downtown alley will be some reindeer. There's to be the officical lighting ceremony of the city tree, followed by fireworks.

Also, The Adirondack Pipes and Drums will be playing at City Hall, where there will also be horse and carriage rides by a private carriage service

(Normally, I no longer go for carriage rides because of abuse issues, but this is an acquaintance of mine, whom I personally know does take very good care of her horses--they're like part of the family, so I might have a go, as I've not been near a horse in ages and it will be nice to see her again).

Saturday is Winter Wonderland at City Hall, complete with Santa again, and music by some local performer. More carriage rides, free gift wrapping service by the local radio-tv station, and free karate lessons for the kiddes--'cos nothing says "ho-ho-ho" like a kick to the crotch.

And this whirlwind holiday tour winds down on Sunday, with..wait for it...trolley rides for the cheapskates to view the holiday lights, and for the more affluent, there's a gourmet cookie (biscuit) sale at the local museum, combined with a historic home tour and reception, and a holiday pops concert by the Glens Falls Symphony Orchestra, all for 25 dollars.

Whoo-hoo! Can you stand the excitment people? I bet you lot who live in London, or Paris or Aberdeen, are really jealous off all the cool things we have to do, here in Glens Falls, ey?

Well, I won't be enjoying my weekend too overly much--my toilet's broken again. Can't get a man in for at least a couple of days. Ah well. At least my Christmas tree is up, ey?

Yeah, if you're driving down the main drag in Glens Falls some night, and you see a little tree in an upstairs window, with wee blue and white lights...give me a toot on your car horn, and you can say, "Oh, that's the old maid's house with the broken toilet."