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  • Talk about the wrong name...

    I just wanted to share this with you:

    On my job the other day, I had to ring up a gent about his membership dues being overdue, and the guy...well, let's just say the old family tool box was short a few implements. The conversation involed a lot of grunting, mumbling and a few, "I don't know's"....when I could actually understand the man, that is....we may have English as our national language, but someone forgot to tell some of the rednecks that, I reckon.

    But, the thing that amused me, was his name: "Darwin Shakespeare." Now, don't know if this gent was related to the famous Shakespeare--or to Charles Dawin--but, if he is, the family tree got a bit stunted after they came to America.

  • Some thoughts on a snowy evening: The winter of my childhood

    I was blessed to grow up where I did--it was fun, living next to fields and woodlots, on a hill in the Upper Hudson Valley.

    Our winters weren't spent all indoors, not by a long chalk. Oh, there were times when we were kept indoors...I can remember once, when I was a wee child, it was right around this same time of year, and we'd had a terrible blizzard--over three feet of snow fell. Our little street was down off a steep hill, that hill was a built up four land divided motorway, and one of the great spectator sports of our childhood, was watching people struggling to get their cars up the motorway hill.

    Well, this particular year--it was, I think, about 1966 or 67, nobody was going up that sucker. I mean, nobody--not even the snowplows. Dad, who worked for a commercial linen service (the people who supply restaurants and hotels with linens and sheets, towels, etc.) down in the village, had to leave the car there. I remember him being very disgruntled about having to walk home from work--not far, really, it would have only been a 20 minute walk, even in the snow.

    Anyway, after the storm, I remember not being allowed outside--there was over 3 feet...closer to 4 feet of snow, and I wasn't quite 4 feet tall, at the time. Wise choice, mum.

    Our standard snow outfit was the dreaded snowsuit--sort of like a ski overall, but a much bigger pain in the arse to put on--most especially when you were a kid with less than perfect coordination...putting them on was a major military operation, and pulling them off required mum, dad, two mules and a tow truck.

    Oh, and the snow boots--hated the snow boots...they'd get all sweaty inside, after being in them for a while, and when you'd go to pull them off, sometimes the lining would stick to your foot--and you'd find yourself minus a sock--and, that's not the most comfy thing to have happen, when one has to step in melting snow and ice. Sometimes the lining of the boot would pull out, as well, and then it was a fight to stuff it back in so it would lay flat and not wrinkle up and give you blisters.

    Oh, and let's not forget the times when you've trudged through the snow, and it gets down your boots, packing the icy snow against your calves like they were chicken in a chiller cabinet.

    Lost gloves--mum's pet peeve. That sort of falls into the same category as missing socks, I suppose. Never seemed to go the whole winter with a pair of gloves intact. Somewhere out there, there's a passel of missing gloves, just waiting to be found again, poor things.

    But, I think the most humiliating thing mum ever made us wear, were the ski masks. These were red ski masts, made to look like--well, take your pick: mosters, a demented clown or those masked wrestlers in what some people laughingly call "pro" wrestling matches. They were sooo-- not cute or funny.

  • Dr Who 2008 Christmas Special: LATEST TRAILER

  • The OTHER Doctor Who themes...

    This one is from Steve Winstone and his Orchestra, with Jon Pertwee doing the voice work:

    And...Orbital's version:

  • The oncoming storm

    We're supposed to be in the throes of a freezing rain, snow and sleet storm today, but here in my city we've seemed to have escaped the brunt of it. There's sleet storms all around us, but we seem to be in a little pocket that's being missed, but I doubt that will last for long.

    It's moving up from the south, but when it hits our city, it breaks--sort of like the parting of the Red Sea, ha-ha. Maybe the Presbyterians down the street prayed extra hard this morning. :))

  • On Becoming a Human Being: An old maid's guide to basic manners

    Okay, it sometimes genuinely sickens me, the way some facimile human has totally disregarded those simple basic things that separate us from livestock down on the farm: manners.

    The items below, are all things your mum and/or dad should have taught you, so some of what I've listed hopefully most of you already know.

    And, if you don't know any of this I'm really sorry, I know it's not a perfect world out there. But, it's never too late to learn to be a civilized member of the human race, ey? :D

    So, at the risk of sounding like a pompous old prude, here is my basic guide to re-joining the human race:

    ESSENTIAL:

    Always, always, say "please" and "thank you."

    Basic courtesty and respect is what seperates not only the ladies from the sluts and the gentlemen from the scumbags, it's also a reflection on who we are, how we preceiveourselves, and how we want to be seen by society.

    They're only three words, but they are three very important words, and if you haven't got the ablitity to say these three little words on a regular basis, don't go any further: you need to go back to the barnyard and stay there. Oh, and please use contraceptives or a condom--we really don't want the likes of you mixing in with our gene pool.

    GREETINGS:

    On the telephone: "Hello?" "(surname) residence." "This is (first name) speaking, may I help you?"
    NEVER ever say: "Who's this!" "Who is this?" "Yes?" "Yeah?" "What d'ya want?" Also, do not grunt...pigs grunt, people say "hello?"

    "Who's this!" is about the most low-brow, trashy, piggish and chav way to answer a telephone, by the way...

    ...I'm talking to you, American mom's and dad's...you know who you are...and, quite frankly, you totally suck as parents if you can't even do a simple thing like teach your wee one's how to answer a telephone properly.

    TELEPHONE ETTIQUETE:

    The other day, I had some nutjob who was a member of the family--but was not the person I wished to speak to--a guest who was apparently a visitor answering the phone. This woman--who actually said she was the person I was looking to speak to, Mrs. ___, possibly she had the same last name--began the whole conversation in an overly aggressive manner, and kept demanding "Who do you think this is? Who do you think you're talking to?"

    Rude doesn't even begin to describe this deranged woman's behaviour. I've quite frankly been around cattle with better manners---IF you are a guest in someone's home, and, you are asked to answer the phone--try not to pick up the phone unless asked, by the way:

    At times, someone other than the head of the house will answer the telephone. If that person is asked, "may I speak to Mr. ________ please," the response should be, "one moment please, I will get him for you." If the head of household is not available the response should be, "I am sorry, Mr. _____ is not available at this time, may I take a message?" This is simply a form of good manners, whatever form it may be expressed, thoughtfulness for the feelings of others. This person may be calling to offer a new job with great pay and benefits, who's to know! What would he or she think if the answer to the question, "is Mr. _____ home please," would be an abrupt "no." This response would reflect negatively, on the actual person being called.

    If someone has called your nummber incorrectly--even if the call is coming from the same place more than once--DO NOT assume this is the same caller! Families and businesses will call wrong numbers more than once--but with different people doing the dialing, so you MAY have told one person that it's a wrong number--but the next person may be someone different, who is unaware of the situation.

    Wrong number response:

    "Sorry, wrong number." If the person on the other end, asks to verify that, or to clairfy that--LET THEM.

    Whatever you do, do not launch into some insane tirade about them dialing a wrong number--it's just a wrong number, they are not threatening you in anyway, so if you get upset with wrong numbers--either get an unlisted number, take some valum, or get some thereapy.

    Other tips:

    When someone asks for someone, you say, "May I ask who's calling?" If the person they want is unavailable, do not just say "no!" and hang up.

    Simply tell the caller that the person isn't available at present...then wait a few seconds...you may be asked when a good time is to reach that person, or the caller may wish to leave a message.

    And above all, unless someone starts off an in-coming call in an agrresive manner--don't be rude, don't shout and don't be agrresssive. LISTEN to what the person has to say, first!

    LASTLY, never-ever-ever hang up on someone in mid-conversation, for any reason...other than, of course, if the person calling is being aggressive, rude or threatening.

    It is EXTREMELY unlady-like and ungentlmanly, to hang up on ANYONE in mid-conversation, without so much as an APOLOGY. If you have to hang up on someone in mid-conversation---APOLOGIZE first! Otherwise...congratulations...you've just joined the ranks of the farmyard brigade.

    IF YOU ARE A GUEST IN SOMEONE'S HOME OR PARTY:

    If you are a guest, always bring something...doesn't matter what: candy, a little knick-knack, flowers, snacks or some other food, wine or some other beverage, or even simply a note or greeting card, expressing your friendship and/or thanks.

    When standing at an open door, waiting to be let in, do not look inside. And, once inside, do not make too much of a noticable effort of looking around--this is because being nosy is just plain rude. You can look around of course, but only casually, and please do make sure you compliment your host on his or her decor, or at least say something nice about something you notice within the room.

    Also, during your time there, or before departing, offer to assist your host with something. Even if your host declines, it still is a way to show that you appreciate the time your host took, to make sure you enjoyed yourself. And, of course, always thank your host when you leave.

    Even if you are visiting the home of someone you've never met--say, for professional, soliciting or vounteer purposes--always remember your manners. Even if you don't know the person personally, you STILL are a guest in their home, so behave accordingly!

    IF YOU ARE THE HOST;

    Greet guests warmly. Offer to take coats, ensure that your guests are comfortable. If more than one guest is involved, always introduce guests to one another as soon as possible. Always offer a guest a beverage or snack, after they've been seated.

    And, finally,

    BASIC TABLE MANNERS:

    1. Sit up straight. Try not to slouch or lean back in your chair

    2. Do not speak with your mouth full of food. Trust me, no one likes to see a ball of mashed meat or veg in your mouth. If you feel you must speak immediately, if you have only a relatively small bite, tuck it into your cheek with your tongue and speak briefly...otherwise hold up your hand apologetically, and finish chewing before you speak. Apologize for not answering right away.

    3. Chew quietly. Nothing is more off-putting than someone eating their food like they were standing in front of a trough instead of being seated at table. And never suck on your teeth--that is possible one of the most grossest, most disgusting, most annoying sounds there is, quite frankly. If you have food stuck in your teeth, excuse yourself and go get a tooth pick or something.

    4. Keep bites small. In order to facilitate the above rules it is smart to keep bite sizes to a moderate forkful. Cut meat and salad so that it doesn't hang from your mouth after you shovel it in. Don't cut all of your meat at one time, this tends to remind people of feeding small children - and the messiness associated with this activity.

    5. Eat at a leisurely pace. This rule, besides being good for the digestion, also shows your host that you want to enjoy the food and the company. Eating quickly and running is sign of disrespect for the host, as it shows that your focus is on the food and that you would rather be at home watching the grass grow than passing time with your host.

    6. Don't wave utensils in the air, especially knives or if there is food on them. Besides the danger of knocking over glasses, piercing waiters or launching a pea into the eye of your date, this is a sign of over-excitedness that may be unappealing to those present. Earnestness is to be commended, but irrational exuberance goes beyond the limits of good table manners.

    7. Keep your elbows off the table. You have also heard this one from your mother, ad infinitum, but in close dining situations it is a vital rule. Elbows take up table space and can be a danger in knocking plates or glasses. Elbows on the table give you something to lean on and tend to lull you into slouching. If you must lean on the table a good tactic is to take a roll or piece of bread into your free hand and rest part of your forearm on the table.

    8. Don't Reach. You don't want to get in the way of people either eating or talking. Not only is it as impolite as standing in front of a TV with other people behind you, but there is always the possibility of upsetting glasses or running your sleeve through someone's mashed potatoes.

    9. Don't forget please and thank you. These are handy words in most situations but especially vital at the table where common courtesies are noticed by everyone present.

    10. Excuse yourself when leaving the table. You don't want people to think that you are tired of their company. If you must leave the table make your excuses somewhat obvious and appear to be pressing. You want to leave people with the impression that you would rather remain at the table talking with them than doing anything else, but the matter at hand is so pressing that it must be attended to at once.

    11. Compliment the Cook. Even if the food is perfectly awful say something nice. You don't have to lie, simply find the positive side of the burnt leg of lamb..."Gee, the sauce was sure tasty." It is always pleasant to end a meal on a positive note.

    12. Wipe your mouth before drinking. Ever notice that disgusting smudge on the edge of your wine glass? This can be avoided by first wiping your lips with your napkin. Wipe your mouth after eating, as well. Food lip is nothing short of disgusting, and as unpleasant to look at as a booger hanging out of your nose.

    13. Napkins: go in your lap, or, alongside your plate--you DO NOT tuck your napkin in like a bib! And, you DO use your napkin, even at a fast food resturant, like McDonalds.

    14. Do not slurp or gulp your drink. Sip quietly. If using a straw, you don't make sucking noises. In fact, any loud noise while eating or drinking is totally out of bounds. Farm animals make noise while eating, human beings are supposed be above that.

    15. If you have a cold or sinus condition, and cannot excuse yourself to go blow your nose, say, "excuse me," and move your head aside to blow, so no one is actually looking at you while you do it.

    16. NEVER EVER belch or fart while at table. If you do accidentally do one of these things, you must ask people to excuse you. Don't make light of it, or a joke about it, unless someone else at table does so, first. If you do belch--and sometimes it can't be helped, always cover your mouth--there is nothing more off-putting than noxious fumes from someone's meal, wafting over the table, trust me.

    17. Do not swear or make loud talk while at table. Conversation should be friendly and genial, as the dinner table is not the bar at the Royal Arse Pub, yes?

    18. If you need something, ask to have it passed to you, however, it is considered bad ettiqutte to ask to have the wine or other alcoholic beverage passed to you. Be subtle and immaginative in your request for more wine.

  • Proof that even aliens like their pudding?

    I was reading something yesterday, where scientists have discovered a sugar molecule out in space. They believe that this may lead to evidence that there is other life out there in the universe.

    Or...it could be that one of the astronauts dropped a chocolate biscuit while out on a space walk.

  • Dr Who Does A Poo

    "Waugh! Better not come in here, I made the mistake of eating a bean pasty, and it doesn't smell very pretty, I'm afraid."

  • What's that smell coming out of the kitchen? TESTOSTERONE, baby!

    A few times, when I've written posts about making cheap casseroles or old fashioned comfort food meals, people blindly assume that either I can't cook, or that I don't know anything about "gourmet" foods.

    In fact, I can very much cook, began my culinary training at the age of 14, have cooked professionally, have made demi-glace and other time intensive recipes--and, I even do have a college certificate in culinary arts--but, the reason I stopped, is that I simply don't like to cook that much--it's okay, and I do kind of like it--but I'm not head over heels about it or anything.

    I "retired" from commercial cooking about 20 years ago, because I simply started to hate it. I never really wanted to be a chef, truth to tell--I wanted to work with horses or be a writer, or work in history or radio--anything but cooking, if you must know... but, in my late teens, I got half-pushed into, and half fell into that career, and never can say that I was overly-enthusiastic about it.

    Still, people get genuinely surprised when they find out I know perfectly well how to cook. To some, cooking has been turned into a creative art form--to me, it's always been just a nice way to make people happy, and a way to sit down and enjoy some quiet time. Sure, it's great to show off your skills in the kitchen--especially if your ego is bent that way...mine isn't, and never was. Getting complements on your cooking is always nice and feels good, but...it's never been anything I've ever craved.

    It amazes me how many men think of cooking as some massively powerful ego-trip, and (she laughs) actually think they're something special 'cos they can make some complicated dish or other palaver.

    Yet, women have done the majority of the cooking for thousands of years, and while we women do have our pride in our cooking skills, we don't go around making a big foo-foo-rah about it, like men do.

    What's that smell in the posh male chef's kitchen? It ain't the sauce...it's pure testosterone, baby!

  • News Headline: Grocery store bagger finds and returns $10,000

    Now, why is it that low-wage workers make headlines for doing the right thing, but some white collar executive or upper-middle class housewife does the same deed, and doesn't make headlines?

    Because there's this stupid perception that a low wage worker would be more tempted to steal.

    The reality is, that honesty isn't solely the realm of the upper classes. In fact, the working poor--such as moi--might be more apt to turn in found money, because we understand the pain of doing without--we get that this money may be sorely needed.

    A celebrity shoplifts, and it's food for gossip, a low-income person shoplifts and they're branded as scum. Unfortunately like it or not, the whole of the human race revolves around image. In the end, it doesn't matter what our edcational or income level is, we're mostly all a mob of shallow saps, deep down.

  • Pieces of Eight Meme sent to me by Tardisgurl

    8 Things I’m Passionate About.

    1. Dr Who
    2. Writing
    3. learning/education
    4. horses
    4. Antique saddles
    6. liberalism
    7. history
    8. getting health care to all Americans, and not just the selfish masses with private insurance.
    9. nature/the enviornment
    10. books/reading

    8 Things I Want to Do Before I Die.

    I really can't think of anything that's actually practical, and/or has an actual chance of coming true...just stupid wishes, really, but I'll list them, anyway:

    1. get published
    2. write a good play
    3. write a really good Dr Who story
    4. visit the UK
    5. Live in the UK or somewhere in Europe
    6. own a horse--or at least be around them a lot more
    7. learn to drive a horse
    8. find some voice work--other than telemarketing
    9. do something good with my life
    10. someday finish my education and get my B.A.

    8 Things I Say Often.

    1. "Cool."
    2. "That's lovely."
    3. "Charming" (said sarcasticly, after I speak with a rude person on the phone)
    4. Well, I'm not gonna' invite YOU, to my next soiree (see above)
    5. "Wow."
    6. "hey, how's it goin?"
    7. "Take care."
    8. "fan-friggin'-tastic."
    9. "son of a gun!" (I'm trying to train myself not to swear)
    10. "I'm tired."

    8 Books I’ve Read Recently.

    1. Dr. Who Sting of the Zygons
    2. The Shadow Riders
    3. The Last Gun
    4. Walden
    5. The Bad Samaritain
    6. Dr Who (Timewyrm) Exodus
    7. A Murder on the Appian Way
    8. Desire Under the Elms

    8 Songs I Could Listen to Over and Over.

    God, this list is going to seem so lame and sappy:

    1. Joy to the World---Three Dog Night
    2. I'm On Top of the World---The Carpenters
    3. Kokomo---The Beach Boys
    4. I'm Gonna' Be (500 miles)---The Proclaimers
    5. In the Mood---Glenn Miller
    6. Ruby---Kaiser Cheifs
    7. Listen to the Music---Doobie Brothers
    8. Ashoken Farewell---Jay Unger and Molly Mason

    8 Things That I've eaten this week:

    1. BBQ ribs
    2. hot dogs
    3. Chinese takeaway
    4. Cherry chicken over couscous
    5. Creamy tuna casserole
    6. Pizza
    7. eggs and bacon
    8. ketchup topped meatloaf, with Harvard (sweet and tangy) beets, and mashed potatoes

    "RUBY"

  • Looking up Uranis... and other blather on a Saturday night

    Sorry for the mildly rude post title, but...

    I think I've seen Uranis! Pull yer pants up for pity's sake!

    Oh, I could go on all night like this...but I wouldn't want to drive my blog friends and visitors away...and, crude humour really isn't me, truth to tell...well, maybe a little..mini-me?

    Actually, as I was waiting for a bus this evening, as my ears were growing numb, standing there on the windy kerb, I looked up to the west-southwest, and there, hanging low in the twilight, was a very bright star--and nearly directly above it, was another, much smaller, bright star.

    I used to have a star-gazer's chart, and a telescope, but that was over 20 years ago. I had no clue what I was seeing.

    I'm wondering if it's Neptune on the bottom--the big bright star, with Uranis hovering over it?

    Can't find much information on the web--it's there, but mostly for science geeks, and not for techno dummies, like me. Ah well, whatever I was seeing, it sure was beautiful.

    I did a bit of shopping post-work...went and made the last payment on one of my two layaways--have the winter boots on layaway at another shop. I got myself a new baseball cap for Christmas, and the cats a Christmas stocking--shaped like a cowboy boot...it's really cute. I'd post a pic of the hat, but there aren't any on the web--Tractor Supply Company has a crap website that only lists the basics and not their whole line.

    I wanted a pet-themed stocking, but they were sold out, so I went with a cowboy theme, 'cos I like western stuff, always have--I even went on a date with a genuine wrangler from Colorado, once (that's what they call a cowboy who works with horses instead of cattle).

    Anyway, I have to go easy with the spending, despite the windfall, but, I might (if I can find it cheaply enough) splurge on a coffee maker and a badly needed hair cut. I miss coffee...my old-time coffee pot got accidentally left on the hob too long, and the bottom got all burnt and nasty. I've not had coffee at home in a good many months. I miss my Green Mountain coffee after dinner.

    I got home, walked into the living room, said hello to the cats: Charlie, Boots and Flame. A couple of minutes later, Flame threw up a hairball. Ah yes, nothng says "welcome home" like a little projectile vomiting. :))

    So, I hung up the cat's stocking in the front window, and had a nice supper of BBQ ribs, mashed turnips and buttermilk biscuits. I know this will really sound lame, but I was so thrilled to find the mashed turnips. No, really. There's this company that sells frozen mashed turnips (swedes), already seasoned and ready to nuke in the microwave, and they taste fantastic--only, they are also very, very hard to find, and I've not been able to buy any since 2006. so, instead of some corn with my meal, I had the turnips--and, the ribs were the heat and heat kind--baby back ribs already cooked and slathered with BBQ sauce...just pop 'em in the microwave, and they're done. All I had to really do, was put the refrigerated biscuit dough in the oven, and let them bake for 15 or 20 minutes....presto, and nice dinner! Say what you will about ready meals, but they're a godsend when one is knackered.

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