@ 21/01/2009 – 03:59:04 pm
I got an odd e-mail today, when I got home from work. It said I had a message from Myspace Secret Standup. What the heck is that??? I don't even USE myspace!
So like, I'm getting spammed by myspace now? Fan-friggin'-tastic.
I don't know anyone on myspace, and I figure if it's a legit message, the person can e-mail me or click my username on this blog, and just send me a message, if it's really important. Otherwise, to quote a Cyberman: 'DELETE!'
@ 21/01/2009 – 10:20:06 am
I'm sitting here as I write this, listening to Moonlight Serenade on a Wednesday morning, looking out my windows at the sunlight shining down on the snow-covered roofs and tree branches outside.
This blog sometimes gets away from me. I look at past posts, and present posts, and see how I've changed in the last two years...possibly for the worse, or perhaps for the better, I've no idea. It's hard to objective with oneself, I believe. We truly are our own worst critics--unless we have an enormous ego, and then that's another matter entirely.
At times it feels as if I'm standing in a white spot of insight, at others, I'm regaled to the dark shadows lurking in the wings of life. Actually it's much more the latter than the former.
I think in a very human way, I have a tendency to dismiss myself rather easily. Not that I've ever written, said or done anything notable in my lifetime, mind you. But, sometimes I wonder what rejected thoughts I've had that I should have clung to. And, what thoughts lead me to disaster that I well would have done to ignore. Funny how our hour, our day--even our whole existance, can hinge on a mere thought, like a cobweb hanging from the rafters of our soul, which we choose to allow to cling or to be severed, seemingly at whim.
@ 21/01/2009 – 10:00:25 am
1 pound flank or round steak, cut into strips
1 large onion, chopped
2 small cloves garlic, minced
1/2 teaspoon curry powder
1/4 tsp chili powder
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 cup canned or fresh (cored) diced tomatoes
2 cups thawed frozen broccolli florets
1 can beef broth
hot cooked white rice
In a deep skillet, soften onion and brown steak in hot oil. Stir in garlic and continue cooking for 2 to 3 minutes. Turn down heat. Stir in remaining ingredients (except rice). Cover and simmer on low for about 20 minutes, or until vegetables are softened. Serve over cooked white rice.
@ 20/01/2009 – 11:42:18 pm
If you married the person you last texted, what would your last name be?
Erm--nothing. I don't text (eyesight's too rubbish and I'll be damned if I'm gonna' dumb myself down by learning "textspeak." I'm dumb enough already, thanks--I'm an American. 
Baths or showers?
Would love baths, but alas, my crap apartment comes only with one very tiny shower stall...I've barely room to stand up, as it is.
Are you getting engaged any time soon?
Not unless someone out there knows something I don't. Pretty bloodly unlikely though, seeing's how I've not dated since summer of 1997.
Last CD you played?
Electric Version by The New Pornographers
Are you looking for a girlfriend?
Erm--not a lesbian...as far as I know, anyway. Then again???
Public displays of affection?
That would be a no--well, hugging and handholding is fine...none of the crap with the hand glued to my buttocks though--sure way for a bloke to get a knee in the groin, that.
Last movie you saw in theaters?
Double feature at the Glen Drive-in: Passenger 57 and 40 year old Virgin (how ironic was that?).
How many pills do you take a day?
I'm supposed to take three or four, but I don't take any, any longer, cos' quite frankly, I've decided that I don't really give a damn, anymore--and, I just plain don't always have the cash for health care, anyway.
Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?
No...well, not unless I'm in the ER--I dread having to go in hospital overnight..not the shots or the IV's or transfusions and/or operations...it's stinking lying in bed alone for hours on end with no company (my cats) and no internet/Dr Who/writing to keep me occupied. That totally blows, I'll have you know.
What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Not picky: juice, coke, tea, coffee, milk...whatever.
What is your favorite restaurant?
Around here, probably a local tex-mex resturant/steakhouse called Jake's Roundup, but back home I would say Ted's Fish Fry is my all-time favourite...not posh, but extremely yummy. Best chippy in all of New York state.
Name 3 emotions at this exact moment?
Honestly, all I feel is indifference, at the moment. Not happy, not sad, not..much of anything, really. I'm tired, I guess.
Favorite candy?
I don't know. I don't eat much candy any longer...used to eat Snickers bars a lot.
What color shirt are you wearing?
It's plaid--brown, dark blue, tan, cream...I think. I can't see well in dim light, anymore.
What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
Damn, I'm going to be late for work! (I forgot that I work night shift on Tuesdays, doh.) 
Have you ever intentionally made someone jealous?
Never, not my bag.
What's something you're excited about right now?
My pending tax refund.
Do you spend a lot of time with your parents?
Both deceased. But mum lived with me, the last 10 years of her life. Dad...when he felt like having me around, I used to spend time with him, sometimes.
Have you ever been in a long distance relationship?
Yeah, it's fine. LDR's don't bother me in the least--but guys seem to have a bit of a hang-up about it, I've noticed.
Next party you're going to?
I've hardly ever gone to parties in my lifetime...I'm not the type people invite to parties, I reckon.
Do you bump into someone's arm if you want to hold their hand?
No, I used to just hold their hand...or maybe give them a eye-to-eye signal, first, I suppose..I really don't remember, haven't held someone's hand since mum died.
Last time you were truly happy?
2001. Fantastic year.
Do you flip your pillow to the cold side?
Do the cold side? Sorry, never heard of that expression...I flip my pillow a lot, 'cos I've got to plump it up to support that stinking bone spur in my neck, in order for me not to wake up with a crick in my neck each morning.
Do you sleep with one leg out from under the covers?
I often have to sleep with my bad foot hanging off the side of the bed...not by choice though.
Do you want a small or big wedding?
Erm--didn't we cover this engaged thing already? I have no intentions of ever marrying--I'm utterly committed to being an old maid, thanks...but if the impossible became probable...definately small wedding--hardly any relations left, so why bother?
What woke you up this morning?
Flame pawing and whinging at me to wake up and feed her.
How many times have you eaten sushi?
I'd rather eat leaves and twigs, thanks.
What made your day today?
Boots--he fell off the bookcase and was wimpering, upset with himelf (but not hurt at all), so I picked him up and cuddled him, and he started purring and buried his head in my shoulder. (An "awww" moment.)
What's something you are looking forward to in the near future?
Getting the tax refund...still haven't a clue if I am, and if I do, havent' decided yet which bills to pay and how much to put aside, and how much "stuff" I want to treat myself to, with it...but hoping to get either a $20 webcam or a c$30 digital camera with it..and maybe a new pair of walking boots or a Dr Who book, too. 
What are you gonna do after this?
Go to sleep
Plans for this weekend?
What's the point? I mean really...why bother? That's the one and only nice thing about being alone, if someone invites you to their home on a few hour's notice, you can go--if i were rich, I could hire someone to watch the cats, and just grab a train or coach to somewhere for a few days, with no one to care if I'm here or not. Mostly, all my weekends, all year round, consist of working, grocery shopping, housework, blogging/writing, laundry. Period. At least 50 weekends a year, year in and year out...the one constant of my life, is that I have no life, ha-ha.
What did you have for dinner?
Two leftover vegetarian tacos, and a bologna sandwich.
What is bothering you now?
The teenagers upstairs still bouncing off the walls like ten-year olds on crack coccaine.
Why are you at home?
Because it's after midnight and where else would someone like me be, at that hour, if not working or in the ER?
This time last January, were you single?
Very. Now bugger off.
If you're being extremely quiet what does it mean?
Ey? I'm being normal???
What are you listening to?
My cat Boots, whinging for reasons unknown, and Better Days by the Goo Goo Dolls.
Are you a big fan of thunderstorms?
Got mildly zapped by lightning once, so that would be a big NO.
Would you ever live with any of your blog friends?
Ey? Probably not--it would have to be a very good friend, indeed, to put up with the likes of me.
Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?
Of course. It's human nature.
Are you a jealous person?
Nope, not that easily impressed--okay, just a tad jealous of Russell T. Davies and David Tennant, and everyone who got to, or gets to, work on Dr Who.
Do you currently hate someone?
Meh--still not crazy about George W. Bush.
Where was your default pic taken?
The Dr Who American tour, 1988, Latham Circle Mall car park, Latham, NY (I'm actually sitting in the 3rd Dr's car, Bessie.)
Who are you most annoyed at right now?
Boots, I wish he'd shut up...now he's upset, 'cos Flame hissed at him.
Is there anyone you would do anything for?
My friends, of course.
What do you think about when you are falling asleep?
Stuff. Sometimes I think about stories I'm working on. Get some good ideas that way.
Last time you painted your nails?
Probably when I went for the interview for my present job.
Do people ever think you're older/younger than you actually are?
Yeah, despite my graying hair, and the fact I seldom wear makeup, people always think I'm in my 30's or early 40's.
Have you ever liked someone way older than you?
lots of times...I'm not overly hung up about age--tho' I naturally tend prefer the over-35 set, I suppose, for conversational purposes.
What was the last thing to make you laugh?
Flame playing with me.
Do you think men truly understand women?
Do conservatives truly understand liberals? Do evangelical Christians truly understand Muslims? Do Trekies truly understand Whovians? 'Nuff said?
Does the future scare you?
No, I'm here, I'm not here, the world's here, it's not here--that's life.
Are you happy right now?
Meh.
Do you clean when you're upset?
No. I not overly fond of cleaning (not that I don't) I have to be in a good mood to clean.
Do you usually tell people when they hurt your feelings?
No, not usually.
What's on your mind right now?
God, how much longer is this meme going to go on?
Are you keeping a big secret right now?
Would I tell you if I was?
Do you always answer your phone?
No...right now I can't cos' I'm outta minutes
Is anyone overprotective over you?
No. I live alone. Though sometimes my sister gets weird and suddenly remembers I exist and decides to worry about me--weird...most of time she doesn't know I'm alive.
What are you wearing on your feet?
socks
What do you think of people that do drugs?
I'm sorry for them, but as long as they don't involve me, aren't screwing up someone else's life, commit a crime or make a serious nuisence of themselves, I suppose, if an adult, they bloody well can do as they please.
Do you like it when someone calls you babe/baby?
Not a whole heck of a lot, no.
@ 20/01/2009 – 09:50:25 pm
Since I saw the really cool trainers on Trinax's blog, I thought I'd post a pic of the "posh" Ked's trainers I got this summer for the equivilent of 4 pounds 50 pence from Label Shopper. They're not as cool as Trinax's, but they're the most posh one's I've ever owned. I thought I was hip when I bought a pair of generic brand ladies' black hightops from wal-marts in 'o7.
Sorry about the picture quality--this mini-camera takes really crap photos.
@ 20/01/2009 – 08:31:53 pm
Well, the work slow down's begun and my work schedule's just been changed...meh, still working the same number of hours, only different times...keep my Saturday hours, but go in an hour later on Tuesdays, and three hours later the rest of the week. Will make it harder to get things done...especially the post office. I'm never gonna' get that stuff mailed!
Ah well. The supervisor sounded really apologetic and went into detailed explaination...which was kind of her, but hell, as long as I'm working the same total number of hours, I can still pay my bills--so what the heck do I care what schedule I have? It's not like I have to be anywhere else, or have anyone but the cats to care for.
So, quite a while back--November I think, I was getting bogus e-mails from some scammer, pretending to be a production company working for the BBC or some such bother, that was going to be producing a television programme about bloggers, and they wanted me to be on the show--but I'd have to send them my personal information. Riiight. Didn't buy that for a second! For one thing, WHY would the BBC bother with a programme about bloggers and blogging? And even if they did, why would they choose to film someone who doesn't live in the UK? And, more to the point, WHY would they want to film a blogger whose live is less than fascinating?
I mean, wouldn't the BBC want to show INTERESTING bloggers who are firemen, or mountain climbers or CEO's, celebrities and such? Cripes! If the BBC ever said they'd want to film me (for real), I'd know they'd gone and turned into a mob of nutjobs!
Anyway, I sent the scammer's info--they sent me several e-mails--to the BBC in early November...and the BBC only just got back to me, today...to confirm that it was a scam (DOH, no kidding, really?) and gee, there wasn't a damn thing they can do about it...really? Who'd have ever thunk it? Of course, I didn't expect that, I just wanted to bring it to their attention. Ironically, I also got another scam e-mail: "Dear blogger, good news! Your blog has been selected to appear on a new programme..." Mind you, my credit is so rubbish, and I'm so broke most of the time, after paying bills and such--literally half of my yearly income goes on rent alone, nothing else...how they'd get anywhere with my personal information, is beyond me, unless they use it for passports, driver's licenses or whatnot. If they try to get credit...good luck with that, matey.
I found an old play I'd written for my playwriting class in college, six years ago--horrible! I'd never turned it in, but did something else instead, I believe. It was a 10 min. skit, where a liberal lesbian minister gets stuck in a hotel lift with a very right-wing evangelical southern televangelist. God, what rubbish! Who in their right mind would sit in a seat for 10 minutes watching two people standing in an immaginary lift, bantering about..stuff? What was I thinking? I'll never be a real playwright, I know. I just don't have the makings for it. But, I enjoy the challenge of it, anyway. Dunno' why. Maybe 'cos I love the theatre, and this is the only way--outside of reading plays--that I can actually enjoy it.
So, I watched some Primeval last night, and Nunsense. Tonight it's Dr Who series 4...don't know which episode yet, though. God, the teenage boys are running around their apartment upstairs again--my ceilings AND floor, are actually vibrating heavily...it's like earth tremors when they do that! Crap. Not conductive to writing, let me tell you. That's why I do so much writing at 1 to 3am...it's the only time I can actually get any clarity to my thoughts, without unpleasant distractions.
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