I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I just had someone ask me why I don't "simply move to the UK" if I don't have anything or anyone tying me down here.

Yeah. Right now, I couldn't even manage to move to the slightly cheaper studio apartment downstairs, let alone 3000+ miles away across an entire ocean to a different continent!

Blimey! People really must think all us Yanks are rolling in cash. I mean, it's not like I can just stuff a few changes of clothing in a duffle and hop a freighter to Dover, is it? I'm too old for that sort of nonsense. I'm a gimpy old maid with no life, not a Dr Who companion!

Do you know how much it costs just to apply for British citizenship? Over $600! Blimey! And besides, who would want me??? Then there's those rather tedious realities of where one would live, what one would do for money/transport/food/health care etc., And, I'm not as un-tied down as one would think..I have three cats, and possessions, clothing, etc, which--call me materialistic, but, after having already given up so many of my most treasured possessions already in 2005/2006, to pay for mum's funeral and moving expenses, etc, I'm a bit loathe to give up any more, unless utterly given no further choices.

I mean, IF I could take the cats and the bulk of my possessions, IF I had a source of income and definately had a place to live, IF I could afford citizenship...yes, I'd be there in a blinking heartbeat...and no, I'm not naive, I'm well aware of the negatives of life in Britain and that culturally, socially and politically, it's very different than life here--still, yes, I'd go, surely, given the right conditions. But...that's like saying if I found a magic bottle containing a genie, I'd wish for horse or a car or something.

Reality check: moving to Britain? That's never going to happen, no matter how much I might secretly--and not so secretly, wish it to be so. I can't even afford to move across the street, right now! It's nearly impossible to find a place that will take three cats, that's also affordable, secure and not far from my workplace or on a busline.

Well, it's nearly 1pm here. Laundromat day for me...later. I've got a bit backed up with the household chores today. I was intending to post a package to a friend in Scotland today, but totally forgot tht it was a national holiday (for the post office/banks/schools) here. This'll make the third time in three weeks I've not been able to post things. Ah, well..still ashamed to say I've not got all my Christmas cards posted...hard to get stamps, without a car. It costs an enormous sum to buy them from the supermarket, 'cos they only sell them in a big books...more stamps than I'd use in six months, and with the way the cost of stamps is always going up, they'd probably be no good three weeks after I'd bough them, ha-ha.

It's going between being sunny and snow flurries today. We had a few more inches of snow overnight, but the roads are mostly clear today--northeastern New York is very into snow removal--it's like a competitive game with the towns and state, when it comes to snow removal.

My back's better now...the deep cold always brings out the worst in my joints and stuff...aches and hurts I don't usually have, all come to the surface in the mid-winter deep-freeze. I don't think the old bad disc/nerve injury is returning, so much as the cold just made it a bit less flexible than it normally is.

well, this isn't a terribly exciting post, is it? Ah well. I miss college so much, sometimes...I had goals--both of the daily sort and the future sort...now--bleh. Nothing. I don't even care if I finish that Dr Who story...no one is reading it--which is okay by me, and I only write that stuff to give myself something to do with my time. I suppose I should really break down and get telly again...it's been, erm--nearly 4 years now, without it? Only thing is, I don't own a sofa--which is on my 'to do' list...get a small used sofa from the Salvation Army some day...so maybe after I do that, I'll get a converter box for the television. No point in it now...right now I have to either sit on the floor, or in my not overly comfy desk chair, 'cos I don't own any comfortable seating. I have three very hard-sitting straightback semi-antique chairs, and my desk chair, and that's pretty much it...another reason why I can't have company over.

So, have a good afternoon/evening all. Cheers.

Every once in a while, I post some of the DT search criteria that brings people to three of my blogs...not that I blog Tennant much on here, and not at all on my wordpress blog--that is purely fan-fiction (with DT's Doctor), mostly I leave DT references to the Roasting David Tennant blog...still, wow.

I thought it was odd having a co-worker I'm not really acquainted with, regularly stalking my blog in the wee hours of the morning...but some of the things people want to know and see about David Tennant...I can see why the man probably doesn't look at blogs or never surfs his name...wow, he'd probably lock his doors and become a recluse...really bizzare stuff.

Again, not making ANY of these searches up:

the usual "david tennant naked/nude" ten million times over
OK, not that I really give a damn about such things but...the man is pale as a ghost, has no abs to speak of, and doesn't have chest hair--he's got stomach hair...bleurgh.

David Tennant loo
David Tennant's new house
David Tennant hairstyle
David Tennant Christian
David Tennant engaged
David Tennant girlfriend
David Tennant gay
David Tennant smoking
David Tennant favourite drink
David Tennant vegetarian
David Tennant buying house
David Tennant crouch hill
David Tennant hair
David ten-inch
David Tennant penis
David Tennant e-mail address
Dr Who porn David Tennant
David Tennant spanking fiction

"It ain't the chest hair they're interested in, matey...it's my zipper protuberance."

Some may say that it's almost poetic, that on the day following a national holiday honouring America's most iconic black leader--Dr. Martin Luther King, America's first black president is being inaugurated into office.

Yet, will a man who is increasingly showing a right-leaning attitude, really change anything in the next four years?

A lot of damage was done by a regimeist-like Bush administration, who oft-times treated Congress and the senate more like employees than representatives of the people. From human rights violations, to treaty-breaking, wanton ignorance of citizen's constitutional rights, to environmental damage, financial disaster and war-mongering, the Bush administration has proved far more destructive to America's standing in the world, and the American way of life, than any terrorist organization could ever have done, if they'd planned this.

Americans stood by Obama, because of longing and a hope that the man could reverse at least some of the negatives that a pseudo-patriotic, crude, childish and single-minded Bush had heaped upon his own nation.

Yet, even before today, Obama has done an awful lot of backpedaling on his campaign promises. True, the world has changed slightly since the election year began...but not to someone who was awake and aware of what was happening. A year ago, millions were in ignorance--but six months ago, there should have been some awareness...and certainly in the month leading up to 14th November--when a president-elect Obama was still making the same campaign promises--should have lead to some more truthful statements from him...but he was quite silent about the realistic future.

And, Obama has shown his right-leaning conservative side, more than once since being elected. He's choosen outright conservatives to be members of his cabinet, he clearly supports Israel, has praised the policies of Ronald Regan, is having a conservative pastor--whose social outlook clearly is anti-abortion, anti-stem cell research and very much anti-gay--give the ignuagral benediction, he has vowed to pull out of Iraq...eventually, but wants more troops to go to Afghanistan, he has pulled back on some of his campaign promises in support of trade unions/workers, as he is doing with some of his economic promises, as well.

Some will say that Obama wants only to compromise--which after Bush, is indeed a breath of fresh air...but others say that the man is proving to be somewhat of a wishy-washy man, a jobsworth, who in trying to bring everyone together, is showing a weakness for backing away too easily from his promises to the American people.

I'm not saying Obama isn't going to be America's new savior, not by a long chalk...but, I am advising caution in putting too much faith in a man, who has yet to show us his true colours--it took Bush a year or so for some of us--and 7 years for the rest of the world--to show the kind of "man" he truly was...perhaps Obama really is a centreist liberal, or...perhaps he's just a progressive conservative in liberal's clothing.

..and go back to sleep for a while, even tho' it's noisy out there at ten minutes to five am.

Snowplows scraping the pavement, snowblowers put-putting, guys shouting...after all these decades of dealing with months of snow here in northeastern New york, you think the men 'round these parts would stop being so butch and bitchy about snow removal! Sheesh

It's half-past three in the morning, and I woke up and can't get back to sleep--back ache again...thankfully not serious, but enough to make it uncomfortable to sleep on my decidedly lumpy old mattress.

Anyway, I was going to do a bit of creative writing, but decided that I didn't want to get involved in a project at this hour--'cos once I start some serious writing (well, I mean I get a workmanlike attitude--it's still just a hobby), anyway, I don't like to stop until I've got something substanial to show...and I don't want to be up until 6am or 7am if I can help it...what the hell was that???

Something just went WHAM! against my front (outside) wall...that was weird. It's like someone kicked the wall--but there's no one up or about, that I can tell. It wasn't snow falling from the roof, that's a whole other sound altogether. Very strange. This building is falling apart at the seams...almost literally. Maybe the cold made something shift, or perhaps someone is sleepwalking and kicked the wall?

Anyway, got a meme sent to me over the weekend, whilst I was away with the moo cows and the taxes and the snow and the tele. God, who'd ever think I'd miss tele? But then, I never got BBC America, like my friend has.

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1. Would you ever allow yourself to be set up on a blind date?

I have, a good many years ago. Meh, it was okay, nothing to write home about.

2. What eating habits disgust you the most?

I dislike being around livestock posing as human beings, who make way too much noise when they eat--gobbling their food like piggies--very American I'm afraid. Plus people who don't chew with their mouth closed are horrid little things...also, teeth suckers are extremely gross, to me, and belching at table (when you're with company--particualy a woman) without a sincere "excuse me," or "Pardon me," is very lazy and livestock-ish and a major turn-off, in my opinion.

2. Have you ever made any genuine, close friends on the internet? Ever met them in person?

Every last one of my best and closest friends, are friends I've made on the internet...and no, I've never physically met a single one of them, unfortunately. But, I'm not a person that has a real need to be surrounded by people all the time...tho' certainly, I wouldn't mind having a few mates around.

3. Do you ever give nicknames to inanimate objects?

Pardon the language, but I had a pick up truck once, which I used to affectionately call "s_ithead."

4. Did you ever have any themed lunch boxes, Pjs, sleeping bags or other television/film related childhood items?

Yeah, I remember going to school with "themed" lunch boxes: a Gunsmoke and Partridge Family lunchbox...sis had, I think, Man from U.N.C.L.E. and Adams Family--or was that Bewitched? Had a childhood blanket with a hippie theme (words like 'groovy' and 'ciao' and funky designs on it), that was similar to one seen in some television programme, and I think sis had a Mrs. Beasley doll from a programme called "Family Affair," in which the little girl on the programme had a doll by the same name. We had some Get Smart stuff, and Monkees stuff. And I had a toy pistol and holster which I loved, that was from a short-lived series with Chuck Conners, called "Cowboy in Africa." We had colouring books, from Disney films like Bedknobs and Broomsticks, and some children's books from TV cartoons, like Yogi Bear and Alvin and the Chipmunks. I had a Zorro sword, as well, as I recall. And some Batman stuff, too.

There wasn't quite so much TV or film "themed" stuff for kids in the 60's and 70's, as there are today...in fact hardly any, compared to the massive amounts of stuff kids are bombarded with today.

5. How old were you when you first moved out of your parents' house?

a few months before I turned 19...though I moved back in when I returned home a bit over a year later, when jobs became scarce, and I found that I couldn't find a job with high enough wages to support myself.

Jeez....I guess I shouldn't complain about my life being dull...one of my co-workers has visited my blog again...after two bloody o'clock in the morning! Crikey! Get a life woman! This person isn't a friend or even an acquaintence, heaven only knows what the hell she's reading my blog for, the stinking chav. Now I know a bit how David Tennant must feel. It seems a little bizzare, really...and just a tiny wee bit creepy, as well.

Gah--my writing is getting really horrid, of late...stupid mistakes I've never made in my life--just read my "hello all" entry--I'm writing like a flippin' illiterate redneck!
What's with that, lately? My brain isn't doing to good --like just now writing "to" instead of "too"--I've not made that mistake in 35 years! Yet, I'm making it on a regular basis, this past year or so.

Don't know what to do about it...but it genuinely upsets and disturbs me...I don't expect anyone to understand that, mind you, and that's okay, really. It's just that I used to very much take pride in the quality of my writing, making the effort to turn out as perfect a copy as I could (well, it saves editing time, and got me better grades in college too, if I do it right--or nearly so, the first time...doesn't it?)

Now, I'm not seeing my mistakes until later--if I see them at all, and I'm making such incredibly MORONIC mistakes...such as I've never made in my entire life! It's sort of scary to me, if you must know...again, don't expect anyone reading this to "get" that, but that is how I feel, and no amount of logical explaination can change that. It's like my brain is mis-firing and I can do nothing to tune it up again.

Life sucks and then you die. It's not just my writing, mind you--it's my whole entire existence--It's as if I'm deteriorating into eveything I've never wanted to be.

Well, it seems the rumours that Dr Who will start shooting in Dubai--a glitzy upscale tourist destination-- in the next week or two, may be true, according to the Guardian.

The Guardian has voiced objections to the series filming in the Arab Emeriates, due to their rather dire human rights record, regarding Dubai's oft-times draconian and highly abusive treatment of women, non-Muslims and other issues.

However, there's no word on whether the shoot will take place there, but the report hints that the BBC has stubbornly said that there were no restrictions to them filming there, so one would assume that this is one Dr Who rumour that may well be the truth. But, with criticisim coming at this late date, it's very probable that shooting will go on as planned--if Dubai is correct--as most likely all the arrangements have already been made, well in advance.

In other news regarding the first Dr Who special of 2009, writer-producer Russell T. Davies, OBE, has rather myseteriously hinted that the first special will be an "antidote" to Christmas--indicating the probability of a desert-like or sunny beachfront location--and, that fans have two brand new monsters to look forward to, as well.

Fans speculate that this means that it will either deal with the "time war," or, will take the Doctor into a totally different direction than he's ever gone before.

I've just read where a former Dr Who companion, the lovely actress Catherine Tate, will be a future Doctor---on the Friday Night Project, where rumour has it that one of the skits Tate will be doing, is where she regenerates into a future Doctor. Bet that'll be fun!

My appetite is weird today...my friend was quite upset with me, that I turned down her repeated offers for breakfast...but, tho' I was actually hungry, I simply didn't feel like eating...popped a frozen pizza in the oven when I got home, and had a couple of slices...didn't finish them. Then, tonight, made a lovely dinner of some chicken cutlets in an onion-curry sauce, with pureed eggplant and a rice pilaf...but it's sitting here in front of me, barely touched...again, was hungry, just have no enthusiasm for food today. Wonder why?

My back's been bothering me again, of late...not bad at all, just stiff and sore, and the nerve pain (buttocks to leg) is extremely mild...found a lump in my lower left side of my back, 'bout the size of half my thumb, which was where the pain was focused...seems to be gone now, so perhaps I pulled a muscle or something back there.

It's snowing again, this evening. We're to have nuisence snowfall on and off all week, but at least the temperatures are FINALLY back to normal--in the teens and 20's fahrenheight, for the rest of the week, with only a few nights dropping down to the single digits.

My friends poor partner--he works seasonally, tending a lock on the Champlain canal--at night, clearing debris and ice chunks from the lock and montoring the water levels and such. Then he comes home to the family's hobby farm and works with the small herd of cows...whom lately haven't had water, 'cos of the deep freeze, which means dragging a hose of heated water from their basement out to the water tank in the field, and chopping ice, etc. I remember well, the hell life on a farm or stable can be, in a winter deep freeze---you lose weight from the extra work, and you're tired as hell from the cold.

Well, I've some stuff to do. I was going to write a wee bit, but instead I think I might watch a DVD or read something.