I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I checked my mobile just now, to see if I missed any calls--the New York State Department of Motor Vehicles tried to reach me. That doesnt' sound good.

I've not had a car since August of 2006, what they hell could they want me for???

Even though I don't have anything to drive, my license is still good (as far as I know) and doesn't expire until 2011...this really doesn't sound good.

All I can think of is maybe there's some old fine floating around there--I was driving uninsured for a brief time, which is illegal, but it was only for a few weeks, before I lost the use of the car. Maybe someone didn't turn in some plates???

God, I really don't need this shite, I'm depressed enough as it is...and I can't find out what the hell they want 'till tomorrow morning, 'cos they're closed now. Damn it!

It has been confirmed today, that the first Dr Who special will be filmed somewhere abroad---apparently not the USA, as producer Russell T. Davies described the location as "exotic," which, unless he's talking about Las Vegas or the Deep South, would pretty much rule out most of America...

...especially here in the Adirondack Mountains, ha-ha. If they're coming here in January, they damn well better bring their polar suits!

Though speaking of the "deep south," I've been told by a real southern lady who moved to this area, that she's seen more genuine hillbilly's here in the Adirondacks, than she ever saw in Georgia! And, having once had some genuine in-bred (not an insult, but a true fact, I'm afraid) mountain people for neighbours, I very much believe her!

But, getting back to topic, I think it's a safe bet that wherever they will be filming, it will very probably be a warm location--perhaps Spain or Turkey?

I hadn't intended on it, but left work a half-hour early today. Couldn't take it any more--you see, we're to get a snow storm again tomorrow, and this one must be a hum-dinger, 'cos my arthritis is playing hell in spots it doesn't normally bother me--in this case, my left hip and far lower right side of my back...the back is being especially bothersome today, a squeezing, throbbing pain internally. It's nothing, really. More irritating than debilitating, still, there was this one woman, and all she did--I mean, literally all she did, was pop up and down in her seat all afternoon long, about once every 15 minutes--and every-single-flippin-time she had to barge into the back of my chair going by...BLINKING HELL.

I was really getting ticked off, I have to tell you. Besides hurting me, it distracted my concetration on my sales pitch--I'd actually have to look at the script to see where the hell I was! After about the umpteeth time she did it, I just said to hell with it, and told them I was going home--means I have to work an extra half-hour tomorrow, but who cares...wasn't making any sales anyway.

I don't know why they keep me on there, I totally SUCK as a sales person. I hate selling with a passion. Well, I guess I probably suck at everything. At least, that's how I feel. The only thing I'm good for is cleaning toilets and folding towels, mucking out stables and running amusement park rides....what the hell was I thinking, going back to college? I'm all chav and not very smart to boot. How the hell I ever got straight A's for a couple of semesters, I have no clue...easy classes, I suppose, or easy teachers, maybe.

I went for my phycological evaluation for ascertaining whether I can continue on disability benefits today. In a half hour, what can this guy know about me? I had to do some memory tests--and stuff with numbers, and the shrink picked up right off the bat that I had a math disability...never thought it was that obvious...most people just think I'm stupid...and, maybe I am. I don't know. I had to talk about things I really don't like to talk about, things I haven't talked about on this blog, or maybe only just hinted at...the dark sides of my life. I had to talk about how I'm turning into puree of bat guano of late, as well as what medical ailments I have, and how I am taking care of myself...not very well, if you must know.

Altogether, I'm not in a very cheery mood right now. Christmas blues again? Or, am I just being "me?" I dunno'.

I wish I could be with someone this Christmas, I don't want to spend yet another Christmas alone--this will be my forth such holiday in that condition. But, that's a pipe dream. My sister doesn't do Christmas--against her new religion, you see. Meh--it'll be okay, I've had a hell of a lot worse holidays than I've had this year, that's for sure, and it's really churlish of me to complain about something like that, I suppose...and, there's always my lovely cats, bless them.

So, tomorrow I have to turn in my Christmas week schedule...we get Christmas day off, but have to make up the missed time at work, so I have to work my day or days off, to make up for having Thursday off. Sucks, but then, nothing in life is fair, if it were, we wouldn't have wars and hunger and cancer, would we?

Got this from the BBC's website this morning:

David Tennant is expected to be fit enough to start filming scenes for a Doctor Who special next month, just weeks after surgery on his back.

"We'll have to be very careful," he said. "I don't think we'll be swinging him on a wire on his first day back."

The 2008 Christmas Special press launch was just held, and now, a week from the day, fans are getting the pleasing news that their beloved programme may be shooting on--or at least very near-- schedule, as planned.

There's also apparently no plans to cut scenes from the shooting script either, as apparently Mr. Tennant has so far made no indications that he would be unable to film the scenes he's in. However, Russell T. Davies has said that the production is insured, should Tennant's injury suddenly take a turn for the worse.

An old man and his wife were on their way home from a family Christmas party, when they drove by a New York State trooper in his patrol car. The policeman noted that the old man who was driving, didn't seem to have his seat belt on.

So, being that New York has a seat belt law, the state trooper had no choice to to put on his lights and do a traffic stop. He gets out of his car and walks over to the driver's side window, and tells the old man he was pulling him over for not wearing his saftey belt.

The old man refused to take the ticket the trooper handed him, insisting that he had indeed, been wearing a seat belt while driving. The poor policeman just wants to give the old guy the ticket and get on his way, so he looks over at the wife and says, Ma'am, you look like an honest lady. Was or was not your husband wearing his seat belt?"

The woman shrugged and said, "No, he wasn't. I tried to tell him to put it on, but you can't tell him anything when he's drink driving."

There's this story in one UK paper today, about the possibility of a Dr Who musical.

Meh--I suppose maybe the kiddies might like it.

Does that make me dull?

Oh well.

How 'bout "Nancy: The Musical":

I'm going to work today, it's really a drag today, but damn-it, I need my pay, so I'm going to work today, tra-la-la-la...it's cold as hell out there, I'll need thermal underwear, wear them under my trousers pair, so no one will stop and stare, tra-la-la-la...Yes, I love Doctor Who, and I think you should too, and if you refuse to do, I'll cover you with super glue, tra-la-la-la...

Okay, so it needs a little work...

So, I'm smack in the middle of writing a tiny little chase scene to start off chapter two of my new Who story...and I've got minor writer's block. So, I've been blogging about the weather--always a "safe"...if rather dull...blog post subject.

So, still stymied...I have an idea, I just need to work out in my head, how to make it "different," from all the million other Dr Who chase scenes...of course, i will never be able to top the real Dr Who writers, like RTD, Steven Moffatt and others of their fine ilk. Still, I want to do something that will make any readers I might get, raise an eyebrow...or even hopefully, smile. I like it when my readers get excited about a story--that just always blows me away, considering my lack of fiction writing skills, especially.

So, chillin' to some awesome mix of tunes from my teenage years, rock n roll oldies and some of my fav music from the present, on Pandora:

TITLE/ ARTIST

Saturday in the Park/ Chicago
Who'll Stop the Rain/ Creedence Clearwater Revival
More than a Feeling/ Boston (God, this song brings back so many memories)
Go your Own Way/ Fleetwood Mac
Sailing/ Christopher Cross
Told You So/ The Guggenheim Grotto
Should Have Been Loved/ The Proclaimers
Island in the Sun/ Weezer
Superman/ R.E.M.
Roll to Me/ Del Amitri
There She Goes/ The La's
Give a Little Bit/ The Goo Goo Dolls
Handle With Care/ Traveling Wilbury's
The Lover's Face/ The Proclaimers
Start Me Up/ The Rolling Stones
Green River/ Creedence Clearwater Revival
Louie Louie/ The Kingsmen
Rock and Roll Music/ The Beach Boys
Do Wha Diddy/ Manford Man
Sherry/ Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons
Bye-Bye Love/ The Everly Brothers
Five O'Clock World/ The Vogues
If I Faltered Slightly Twice/ Of Montreal
A Different Point of View/ The Pet Shop Boys
Tearing Up the Oxygen/ Maritime
The Book I Write/ Spoon
Miss Teen Wordpower/ The New Pornographers
Who's Crying Now/ Journey
Heart of the Matter/ Don Henley
Baby I Love Your Way/ Peter Frampton
Wonderful/ Runrig
Irish Son/ Brian McFadden
Not Only Numb/ Gin Blossoms
Under the Wire/ Carbon Leaf

LET'S PARTY!!!!

Nature is an unforgiving sod, sometimes. It's not sentimental, that's for certain. It's very selfish, the weather, refuses to cater to the whims and wants of mere motals. The weather is a god we all must bow to--in disappointment, anger, joy and praise.

But then, why should it bend to the whims of we mere mortals? We say we want rain, we need rain, then, we get a deluge, and suddenly we're complaining about too much rain. Humans say they want a white Christmas, but the snow arrives as needed, and we do nothing but gripe about driving in, and shoveling the stuff. We want sunshine, but then it's too hot or too dry...never happy, we lot. So, why should nature, whom herself is ever-changing, bow to our ever-changing whims?

PICTURED;

The amazing effect of a full moon on freshly fallen snow, atop Mount Snow in central Vermont. The "blue moon" effect is almost a mystical experience--most especially out in the relative stillness of the woods and fields at night, with the moon so bright, one can see for miles, and there are distinct shadows just like with the sunshine...only everything has a blue tint to it. A wonderous sight I've been blessed to know.

Well, twice tonight I've read where there's some rumour going about, that the Queen has passed away suddenly, earlier today.

But, the news is silent, and the only places that seem to be on about this, is MSN chat and some other chatroom--both frequented by teenagers, so that in itself would be a hint that this might well be a totally stupid hoax!

I don't know anymore than the rest of you, I'm afraid. I'm leaning towards hoax, but...

Why does the website that supposedly has 49 recent news articles on the Queen....suddenly only have ONE???

When Princess Diana passed away--all news about her abuptly stopped, and before they'd ever announced her death, I remember watching the tele that Saturday night, and saying to my mum, "Oh, I think she's died, how awful." And mum asked me why I thought that, and I said about they'd stopped talking to the reporters and yanked any further news...and this almost sounds like the same thing.

But, I'm sure it's not.

For one thing, if she'd been truly ill, I'm sure the newspapers would have been all over the story, and she appreared perfectly fine, during the speech a week or so ago from all I've read.

I'd like to think Her Gracious Majesty is fine, and will be enjoying another wonderful Christmas with her family this year. And, isn't this a lovely photograph? Here's to the Queen's health! Long may she reign!