I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

According to both my feedjit widgets on both my blog.co.uk blogs--there are are at least a dozen people in Finland today, each and every one of them, looking for pictures of David Tennant in the gear he was born in.

Erm--David, you might just want to bundle up, next time you go to Finland...and bring a body guard, and a packet of condoms, just in case.

My appetite's been so funky lately.

I woke famished, but now at 4pm I'm not in the mood to eat. Had my usual ham sandwich for lunch several hours ago. I was going to flour my cheap steak, and make a swiss-style steak--braise it in some tinned onion soup and tinned stewed tomatoes, then make a gravy out of the soup with some flour/water paste.

Meh. Maybe I'll just do what I did last week--slice it up and stir-fry it with some teriyaki sauce, broccolli, onions and garlic, only instead of eating it, freeze it for use another time, and just have some cream of wheat or porage for supper, if I get hungry later.

Can't afford to ring up for food later, like for a pizza, sub or some Chinese take away, since my flippin' neighbour STILL hasn't given me back all the money he owes me from Friday night! First he was going to slip it under my door Saturday morning, then he was going to give it to me Saturday night, then Sunday morning---I've put my foot down, told him I want it by tomorrow or I'll ring up his boss at the cab company. I've been nice, I've been patient, but that was my LAST $20 bill!

I gave him that for my cab fare Friday night--the prat could have told me he didn't have change for a 20 when he picked me up at Wally-world (aka: walmarts), and I could have popped back inside to the in-store McDonald's and gotten change...but no, he waits until I'm back at our building, out of the cab with the groceries, before telling me, "gee, you don't have exact change?" DOH, noo-I would have, if you flippin' told me you needed it, BEFORE you dropped me off to home, dumbo.

Cripes! I am out of milk, butter and eggs, will be out of cat food as of tomorrow afternoon, I need veggies for my stew that I'm making--I need that flippin' 13 dollars change, matey! 8 dollars isn't going to get the job done (that's all he's paid me back, so far--he still owes me a fiver).

I don't mind being short of cash for a week, god knows I've had that experience more often than not...but, it's frustrating when you need things and you can't get them. What gets me is that dumbo is always bragging to me, how he's been making 100 to 150 dollars a night on his job...and his sister that lives with him, works part-time, as well...yet they tell me they're out of food. Even with paying bills, two people shouldn't be competely broke all the time--the guy works 4 or 5 nights a week, makes more in two weeks, than I do in a month, has a sister to help him pay bills, and he can't afford to pay me back 5 dollars---that wasn't his to keep in the first place???

I suspect he's got a habit he's supporting. He's not married, he doesn't have kids. He's got the horse races going on over there all the time (can hear their tele through the walls, and him yelling when his horse loses), and he has been drunk/stoned on a few occasions. His sister pays the rent, and he's not paying anything (according to her)? They have (according to her) a shut-off notice from National Grid and can't afford to eat. But, he's working full-time, making more than I did working full time--and he pays less rent than me? Something's not jiveing here.

What little trust I still had with these hillbilly's is ended for good. In fact, I'm going to think about changing the lock on my front door. Sooner or later, they're going to target me, I suspect. Them or his sister's ne'er do well yobbo sons...the drug dealers/addicts.

I'm not in a very good mood, at the moment. I really do need that five dollars, I need it bad. Damn it, life stinks.

Jeez, I had a lot of strange, very vivid dreams last night. I do dream at night, but not generally all night long, like I did last night.

Some dreams were nice, some not so nice. I obviously don't remember every detail, but here's the highlights:

I dreamed I went to the supermarket and there were these steaks in a little free-standing chiller cabinet, on sale really cheap, and some other womzn picked one up and it was covered with little worms, and she bought it anyway, saying something to the effect that that's what one should expect for that price. Did I mention that I actually AM having a cheap steak tonight for dinner? That dream was a bit off-putting, I must say.

I dreamed I came into a lot of money--don't remember how, I'd bought a little cottage or something, somewhere, and next thing I knew, I was going on this big, wonderful shopping spree with my mum and Russell T. Davies. How the hell Russell T. Davies butted into my dream, is beyond me, but he seemed to be having a good time, as I recall...we'd gone to the old fashioned Lou's diner from my childhood (that no longer exists) and had burgers and fries. He was marvelling at the music on the jukebox when the cat woke me up.

I dreamed I was riding a horse through a pasture and some trees, and then was riding on a train going to the mid-west somewhere, to a job interview.

And, I dreamed that was driving a car alongside a lake or river. I remember crossing a bridge, and being in a city, then I was in the countryside driving on a country road--but then a flood came, and I was trapped by the flood...then, the car became a boat, and I was sailing down a river, but then I was driving a car again, across a bridge, but then the bridge began to collapse, and I started falling, and woke up.

Gotta' not eat a ham sandwich and cheeseburger flavour Pringles before bedtime, I reckon.

Well, this was worth getting up on a chilly Sunday for--but gah..my ears and feet are freezing. Anyway, someone just e-mailed me this:

Hi,

Keep the doctor who stories coming. You may not get many readers, this reader loves your work and wants to see more of it. I've been a doctor who fan since Tom Baker's Doctor. I am one of those kids who hid behind the sofa and now as an adult, I still cannot get enough doctor who. Fan fiction like yours should be published on doctor who sites for everyone to enjoy.

It's freezing in here! Brrrrr! It's sunny out the the wind is very much whistling loudly about my eaves and I can feel the ice-cold breeze wafting through the room. It's 19 F (-7 C) with a windchill temp of about 6 F (-14 C). Not as bad as it was, but I think most of us 'round these parts wouldn't mind a week or two in the 30's F. No snow storms though, in the next week, just cold temps--but hey, it's January in the Adirondacks, that's a given. Unless something very unusual happens--like a Febraury thaw or an early spring--we probably won't be seeing the grass again until at least late March or early April...no joke.

Last year, there were still patches of snow around in early May.

I envy Dr Who people going over to Dubai for filming..wouldn't mind that, myself.

As it stands now, under current Bush-backed policy still in effect, judges in bankruptcy proceedings with distressed homeowners--some whom have mortgages twice the value of their homes, due to ajustable rates being allowed to escalate off the scale and run amuck by hugely greedy lenders--cannot help the homeowner re-negotiate for better terms with their lenders.

The US government...with the backing of the senate, congress and (still unofficially) President Obama, is trying to rectify that situation, by allowing judges control over negotions for easier re-payment terms on mortgages--thus allowing distressed homeowners to stay in their homes, and in the long run, helping the overall national economy, by putting more money in homeowner's pockets.

The banking and mortgage lending industry is pulling out their arsenal of lobbying weaponry and pounding Washington D.C. with everything its got, to stop this from happening.

One would hope that senators and congressmen and women will resist being a bunch of cowardly, un-American greedy-guts, and do what's right for the people whom voted them into office, and do the right thing for their country they claim they love so much. However, greed got us here, and greed is the bane of captialism and democracy, and greed is probably here to stay--so, I'm sure some Washington politicians will be conveniently forgetting their love of country, over their love of expensive gifts and monetary contributions to the old "campaign fund."

Am I being cynical? No, this is the way it's always been, in Washington, as long as the lobbying laws have been in effect. Trust me, if we didn't have lobbyists, this country would be a far, far different place...and chances are, we wouldn't all be in a recession, right now.

The bottom line is though, that the rate of foreclosures is at its highest since the Great Depression--if it gets worse, combined with the unprecidented unemployment rate, well, depression here we come.

Someone just rather snippily sent me a PM about some obscure joke post I did over a year ago, about where David Tennant lives (I was messing about, talking about where he might really live...it was just a dumb little joke!)

Anyway, she just told me David Tennant's Crouch End street address--his real one, new one, old one, correct or not--I have no clue. I din't ask for it, dont' want it, don't care.

I'm suddenly being overwhelmed with DT fan-girl e-mails and PM's of late...all being deleted. Some of them have come back as undeliverable, and some are rather rudely worded, and some are in unfathomable text-speak..and some...well...some are just plain--weird.

ELEVEN fan-girl missives for or about Tennant, in the last two weeks. Oh dear, I'm afraid I've been put on some fan-girl's forum or blog or whatever. But, why this girl chose to snipily tell me off for making up this Tennant's address, is beyond me--some of David Tennant's fan-girl's have a piss-poor sense of humour, it seems.

This has happened before--some fan girl giving me what she claims (which I take rather doubiously) to be the man's phone number, e-mail address, street address, etc. OK, if they had this information for real--why share it with me? I'm so NOT impressed--and also, I will so NOT publish that information on here!

Blimey! She even told me when he bought it (2007??) how much he paid for it, and where to find a pic of it on Google! Riiight. My god...one of Tennant's stalkers has made contact with me...ewwww.

Tell you what tho', Tennant ever wants to see where I live, we can do a swap, how 'bout that?

Wow....that was one very strange PM, let me tell you! Honestly...I don't know what more to say...I'm still sort of flabbergasted by this.

Leave the poor wee lad alone, for pity's sake. He has a life outside of his fame and Dr Who and all that blather, he should be able to relax in his downtime at home, and not be bothered by some simpery oversexed teenagers. I'm sure he has a girl he loves quite fondly already. Or a boy. Or both.

Oh, nothing's wrong. It's just that after over 2 years trapped inside this tiny little apartment with no one but the cats for company--and two trips to my friend's farm and a trip to Saratoga Springs, NY in all that time, pretty much being the only time I've been out of this city...well, except for a few brief trolley rides 20 minutes up the road to Lake George for ice cream and a walkabout or a quick swim this summer.

I do plan on going to Albany in the spring, to place some flowers on mum's grave. But I really do need to get the hell out of here for a day..or even overnight. So, I've been looking into some affordable day trips---notably, either Niagra Falls, Maine, New York City or Montreal, Quebec. I love going down to New York, but that can get pretty pricey...the admission to the Metropolatin Museum of Art, the cost of meals--unless I buy from a street vendor or eat at McDonalds...I'd love to see the Proclaimers at that pub, but I don't know...if there's any tickets left, I'm quite certain they'll be rather costly.

Ironically, though they're less than a day away, I've never been to either Niagara Falls or Montreal. I'm toying with the Montreal trip--the train ride is the most scenic in the entire country, and I hear Montreal is really lovely and has a very old world feel about it.

I've never been to Maine, either--It's the only New England state I've never visited.

Actually, tho' I probably won't do any of that. Life has changed me, these last few years. I know longer feel the freedom of being able to go on holiday---even for a day or two. I've been through the life's wringer too much...I'd worry the whole time if I was going to need the money for an emergency...god knows I've had more than my fair share of those!

I'd like to find a nicer place to live--where I can actually get a full night's sleep with out a bunch of drunken teens banging the furniture and ceiling over my head from 9 to 2 am pretty much ever other night. Or dumbo hillybilly neighbours who can only talk in three tones of voice: loud, louder and holler like you're standing half a mile away.

But, it's a nice fantasy, and I like to indulge myself sometimes...I know I'm superglued to Glens Falls, and the only way I'm ever getting the hell out of here, is probably very much in the cardboard box that holds my ashes.

Just read this big advert by BA, where i could fly to London for 156 dollars AND stay two nights for free! Whoa! Jeez, that'd be so cool...It would cost me 76 dollars just to hop across the border to Montreal Quebec!

(The New York to Montreal train by the way, is one of the most scenic trains in the USA--but takes SIX HOURS to travel from here in the Glens Falls area, to Montreal--a three hour trip by car!)

Oh, I'm sure the whole 2 nights free thing, probably has a very expensive catch to it--sounds way, way too good to be true. Yes, I'm being cynical again.

Only thing is, you have to book by 29th January...and I don't get my tax refund until the first week of February. Damn. Not that I would have probably gone, it's just a fantasy on a cold winter's night, going to London for the weekend. Well, it wouldn't be that difficult to arrange, really. I've got a valid passport. I can pack my laundry duffle (I had to sell my luggage in 2006, to pay for mum's funeral expenses) with a change or two of clothes and some basic necessities. I'd hop a Trailways coach here--it's only a 15 or 20 min. walk to the bus station from my apartment-- to Albany, transfer to either a direct coach to JFK, or a coach to the port authority and then transfer to a bus or cab to JFK...then bob's yer uncle, I'm in the UK, tra-la and hoo-ray.

Yeah...well, as I said, it's just a silly dream. I really can't do anything that impromtu, I'll need the money for emergencies or for moving to a new place, or something really important--dreams are definately not on my radar any longer. But, doesn't mean I've stopped thinking about them, entirely.

I'm sitting here alone--the cat's are off doing whatever it is cats do on a Saturday night--and intensely bored, I'm temporarily stuck--got a minor block on what to do next in the plot-- on my story I'm writing, don't feel like watching a DVD or reading, and I feel unusually restless today--okay, I'm going through a weird emotional anti-fugue state tonight, and need to get my mind off of things.

So, dropping a meme on you lot again, one that was sent to me a few weeks ago, that I wasn't going to bother with, as I susupect I've already done this, last year sometime, perhaps.

01) What celebrity would you like to throw a cream pie at?

OK, don't think I've evr been asked this question quite before! Erm--Jonathan Ross. I mean, it's not personal, but I do wish the child would stop acting like such a big girl's blouse all the time and just grow up and behave like a grown bloody MAN, already. He did wrong by a nice old man and his sick wife, whom I understand underwent a painful hip operation and woke up after surgery to face this crap...but Ross has made it worse by refusing to just let it go, by ignoring the very real hardship he's caused a family, and continuing to make jokes about the whole thing...for pity's sake, if the man hasn't the balls and the chest hair to feel genuinely sorry, at least show some manly dignity and courage by just shutting up about it and moving on, already! Pie face face for Jonathon Ross.

02) What was your dream growing up?

Owning a horse was a big thing, of course, but also over the years I dreamed of working on a farm or ranch and also for a short time (before my teens) of being an actress.

03) What talent do you wish you had?

I wish I could act--or, barring that, had the imagination to be a really good fiction writer.

04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?

Coke Classic, in a glass, with ice.

05) Favorite vegetable?

Cauliflower

06) What was the last book you read?

The Iron Marshall

07) What zodiac sign are you?

I think scorpio? Someone sent me my horoscopes for 2009 recently, and they were for scorpio...horoscopes are such complete rubbish, if they come true it's just coincidence.

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.

I'd rather spend the night at Jonathan Ross's house than get a tattoo or body piercing.

09) Longest Personal Quirk or Habit You've Had?

I have a habit of rubbing or tugging my ears, since I was wee--possibly a holdover from when I had lots of ear infections, but also I hate cold ears, ever since I got tiny bit of frostbite as a teenager, and lost a micro-dot size bit of my ear.

10) If you saw someone in obvious distress on a bus or train, would you offer to assist them?

Very probably--but I suppose it would depend largely on circumstances...I'm not sure I'd put myself in danger, but thanks to mum and other people I grew up around, I do have a conscience and wouldn't like myself very much if I saw someone in pain, or maybe scared or crying, and ignored them.

11) What is your favorite sport to play?

Horseback riding. But, also I like horseshoe pitching and crazy golf...yeah, yeah, I know they're not really "sports" in the proper sense. I like ten-pin bowling as well, but I'm quite rubbish at it--ridiculously so, and the bowling alley has to be near-empty before I'd dare try my hand at it.

12) Attitude Right Now?

Melancholy

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

Try really hard not to start singing "That's Rock and Roll" loudly and badly, while farting to the backbeat, just to annoy you for sending me this boring meme.

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?

Signing off mum's life support then watching her die.

15) Have you ever experienced death--animal or human, up close?

See above. But also animals, yes. I've stood there as a beloved pet was put to sleep, and also once drove a dying cat that was hit by a car and was crying out in mortal agony, 20 minutes to a vet to be put down. That's why my cats NEVER go outside.

16) Your idea of a fun day out?

Heck, I'm easily amused--exploring a historic site, going for a stroll in the country, helping to milk cows, going to a lecture at the library, going to a horse or farm or antiques auction, visiting a museum, window shopping, going to garage (boot) sales, getting ice cream, playing crazy golf or bowling, going to a horse show, a festival, a fair...whatever. Mind you, I also do love doing fun and adventurous things--horseback riding, sailing, etc., but really, at heart, I'm quite easily amused...just happy when I can get out and about, really.

17) Has anything been bothering you today?

Yeah. I have had a sense of nostolgia all day, that I cannot shake off--my mind and my emotions keep drifting back to when my parents were alive--that sense of security, the fact that there was someone there in my life I could be with and talk to...I've been feeling a bit at sea today, totally out of the blue, and I don't know why.

18) Any strange urges lately?

Last night--again out of the blue--I had an urge to play the lottery...which I resisted. I've not bought a lottery ticket in ages, and have no idea why the sudden desire to do it last night was all about. Very strange.

19) Do you consider yourself liberal or conservative?

Very liberal.

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?

I'd figure out how to make my hair look so sexy like it did last night!

21) Would you like to meet a celebrity?

I don't care...why? Is there a celebrity out there who would like to meet me?

22) What color shirt do you have on?

I'm wearing a royal blue retro tee shirt that says "Los Angeles 85" on it.

23) Ever been to the top of a mountain?

Sure, about at least a dozen times in my life, probably.

24) Plastic bottle, glass bottle or canned soda?

I far prefer glass bottles or cans. Plastic makes things taste off...and doesn't get or keep as cold as glass or aluminum.

25) Have you done your 2008 taxes yet?

Yup, get my federal refund the first week of Feb, my state refund a few weeks after that.

27) What was your favorite place to hang out when you were a teenager?

The woods/fields around my home, the riding stable up the road, the local bowling alley, mum's library.

28) Do you believe in ghosts?

Having been face to face with one, I'd say that's a big yes.

29) Favorite things to do in your spare time?

Write, read, listen to music, watch Dr Who and old films on DVD.

30) Do you swear a lot?

I hate swearing, it's so unladylike and totally a waste of a good vocabulary, but yes, I do. I don't want to, but can't seem to help it.

31) Biggest pet peeve at the moment?

Lazy parents who are terrified to work at being a mum or dad and teaching their little brats--not only what should be basic and obvious manners--but also to display repsect for other people, and how to behave like a civilized person in public, how to answer a telephone like a human being, etc.

Mentally lazy and utterly selfish people who are so caught up in their own microscopic little world, that they deliberately shut out anything that doesn't automatically include themselves.

32) In three words, how would you describe yourself?

Independant, cynical, eccentric

33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?

I suppose anyone could appreciate romance...I don't personally subscribe to it myself, tho', I'm a bit past it for that.

34) Favorite and least favorite food?

Fav: pizza-Italian Least: anything with mushrooms in it

35) Do you believe in a deity?

I suppose part of me still believes in God--but I no longer have much trust in Him though, and I no longer care about religion all that much. I never really could relate to Jesus, either, for some reason.