I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

One of my forum pals just e-mailed me a link to this old advert DT did. It made me laugh, so I thought I'd share it with some of you. He looks rather nifty in the red beret.

I've heard mention of German dancer Pina Bousch in the past, but had never seen her before. I was reading on another blog, that she'd passed away. The bulk of her avant guarde erm--stuff, really wasn't to my taste...I'm not someone who delves often into the abstract, being a bit of a simpleton and very pastoral in my ways, but this particular piece really moved me:

I was about to go out, but then thunder was rumbling in the distance, and i've had my fill of being out in storms for one week, so i turned around and am hunkering down, hoping the storms will pass before I have to leave for work tonight. Dang. Well, this city is like the parting of the Red Sea, when it comes to storms, so hopefully, it will divide up and largely go around us, to the east and/or west. Still coming south to north, the weather--very strange, not normal at all.

I was reading today, where Exxon-Mobil is continuing to arrogantly and ignorantly flaunt how far they have their bottoms stuck up their collective greedy arses, by funding anti-global warming studies.

How greedy do you have to be, before you die? Words fail me. Very likely, every 20 cents or 10p that you pay for gas/petrol, is going towards anti-global warming research.

The solution? STOP buying Exxon or Mobil gas/oil! (Whenever possible.) Avoid Exxon and Mobil stations like they have a combination bubonic plague, the swine flu and genital herpes.

Hit them in the only place they can be hurt: their wallets. Exxon-Mobil execs are not, repeat, not, members of the human race. They are two-legged cockroaches gobbling up our hard-earned cash, and our planet, both.

They used to fund PBS's Masterpiece Theater, which showcased BBC programmes in America. They pulled out a few years ago, on the pretence they couldn't afford it...yeah? Well, you can afford to destroy our planet though, can't you? Arseholes.

I'm going to be dreading going for my post, from now on. First it was the announcment by the state of NY education dept, that they (along with my Vermont lenders) are garnishing my meager wages for 15%...that's 30% out of my literal poverty-level wages from now on.

Now I've got the National Grid thing hanging over my head....next I know, my food stamps will be revoked, or Social Security will decide to cut my disability benefits, or the landlord will raise the rent again....life sucks, and then, if you're very lucky, you die quietly and it all goes away.

The red Glens Falls to Lake George trolleys have been running largely empty this week. In light of the fact that this weekend is America's second biggest summer toursim holiday, that's not good. Oh, Lake George was mobbed...but...not quite as mobbed as it used to be. The beach was half-empty on Saturday, and that's unheardof on a weekend. I was told by a worker that, rather stupidly, most hotels and motels and other businesses, aren't bothering to offer deals to the tourists, let alone lower their rates, and yet they are whinging about how bad the trade is, this year. Foolish people. Is it better to lower rates and make a smaller profit, or, to charge the same and risk losing business?

When I had my flea market business, I used to often undercut my competetor's prices--yes, I made a much smaller profit, but, I NEVER lost any money. Not once in five years, did I ever go into the red. I often just broke even, but never showed a loss. Of course, it was only a seasonal weekends-only business, and profit wasn't so important--it was really a hobby, more than a business. We did it because we enjoyed it, and if we made money on it, that was a big bonus...but as long as we at least broke even, mum and I were pretty happy. Mind you, we both had "day jobs" at the time, so we could afford to just break even.

I did most of the buying, as well as handling the booking of flea market locations, the cleaning of any items that were dirty, the packing, hauling and setting up--and selling of unsold merchandize at auction. Mum handled the pricing, bookeeping and selling...oh, and the nagging and back seat driving. We made a great team.

We sold just about anything our meager budget allowed us to buy--well, anything interesting, that is: antiques, collectables, used housewares, toys, books, whatever. This was before the greedy guts nouveau riche discovered e-bay and The Antiques Roadshow, and started paying ridiculous prices for junk, erroneously believing that anything old, was valutable.

It could make for a long day, though. I'd work my day job during the week--whether in the office in the 80's, or the riding stable in the 90's--then, attending auctions at night...sometimes not getting home until well past midnight. If we had a flea market booked for Saturday, that meant I'd get home around midnight Friday, be up to 1 or 2 in the morning cleaning off and re-packing merchandize. Up at 5 or 6am, to pack the pick up truck with boxes and our tables, etc. Drive to the flea market--which might be 5 miles away, or 50 miles away, set up, sell all day, pack it in, get home, shower and change, unload the truck, re-load the truck with stuff going to auction to sell, then, after stopping for a quick bite at some fast food joint, I'd be bidding and selling at a country auction barn til' midnight, again...and possibly go to another flea market on Sunday. It was a LOT of work for a hobby...but, I'd do it all over again, were I able to.

I've learned that some people haven't the sense of a gnat, and could care less what they pay for something...but, also, that many people deeply appreciate getting a bargain and/or saving money. Oh, there are always cheap bastards out there (usually men with slicked back hair and gold chains--sorry guys..I've chalked it up to a sexual insecurity/testosterone thing), who will try to bargain you down, even after you've lowered your prices to the minimum profit.

But, most people are really happy to find something they want for a reasonable price...and, we always were nice to our customers as well, smiling, greeting them, chatting them up and asking--if they looked interested and weren't just "window shopping," to let us know if we could assist them. We met some of the most interesting people that way. And, we seldom got bored (well, we did when there were no customers). We also could get a great tan, sitting outside all day, if we were at an outdoor market...or, we could get muddy and wet...or be chasing around things, if it got windy. Indoor flea markets are lovely.

Meh--just some more boring blather about me.

An overcast and slightly humid day, over here. Not quite noon yet. I woke at half-past seven this morning, turned over, went back to sleep, didn't walk again until nearly ten am. I don't really care for sleeping in, but between working nights and the hot weather, it's screwed up my internal time clock until it's well wonky.

Flame didn't like the tinned food I bought for her breakfast this morning, and is whinging at me, about driving me bonkers! Maybe she's going into heat again? Flame is a very whingy cat, I'm afraid...little drama queen. I think she may have been a diva in another life.

Well, now I can only sit and wait for the inevitiable. "...Our acts our angels are, or good or ill. Our fatal shadows that walk by us still."--from "Honest Man's Fortune."

I've no one but myself to blame. I'm a stupid idiot, who probably should be sectioned, cos' obviously I am too stupid to be let loose to fend for myself. It's not the first time this has happened. If had been just the once, I could have chalked it up to stress or illness or whatever. Twice...that's just me being totally incapable of doing anything so simple as paying a stinking bill.

The notice will be here within 30 days. I won't pay it, so probably in August I'll be without heat or lights or cooking gas. Of course, not paying gives the greedy pigs at National Grid, an excuse to charge you extra--yeah, and they make it IMPOSSIBLE for one to EVER re-pay the bill. They are like the old mine owners with the company store, that used to take anything people bought, out of their wages, so that the workers would forever be in debted to them. I almost wish there really was a heaven and a hell, then I'd at least get some satisfaction of knowing the greedy-guts who run National Grid would get the devil's pitchfork up their arses when they die.

Just as well I can't pay, I suppose. I'll be short-shrifted for wages next week. We get a three day weekend this week--unpaid. So, I'm losing two day's wages. But, on the other hand, I could do with some rest, to recuperate from everything. I'd rather not be sent to hospital again any time soon, thank you very much.

Ugh! Flamey is driving me bonkers! She won't stop whinging! I'll have to go get new tin of cat food. Or, maybe she's going into heat again? Jerks across the hall have been letting their male cat hang around the hallway again, and he stirs up Flamey and sets her off into heat, by hanging around outside my apartment door, yowling at her.

Well, one more post and then I have to head out to the shop..or the laundromat. I'm swinging both ways there. Probably pedal over to Suds, I guess, get doing my dirty's over with. We're due to get more storms today. Last night, it was odd---storm after storm after storm, a long thread of them, were following up the Hudson River valley, from New York City to the Adirondacks--no where else. That's something like 200 plus miles, south to north. Never seen that happen before, in my 48 years of living here. Very strange. Usually storms always come from the west---this south to north thing is something totally new. Don't know what to make of it.

Thanks to those of you who took the time to comment, it is deeply appreciated.

Long night at work. Got there wet, despite wearing a rain poncho, cos' the storm kicked up so much wind, that the poncho was blowing every which way...about the only part of my that didn't get wet, was my knockers and my belly button.

So, worked damp all night, on the phones, calling hunters. Bleh. American hunters--have you any idea how low the intellectual level of most of these folks are? Did make one sale, to a drunk woman in Missouri. We talked about mules and concrete jockey statues--and whether it was considered politically correct to get a white jockey, or if it was OK to go with the traditional black jockey---and, shooting bambi, the merits of scotch vs. bourbon, and the Pony Express...well, it was one way to pass the evening, I suppose.

I got a comment (rejected and deleted) from some simpering DT fan-girl...from Kentucky...apparently squee-girl hadn't a problem (so she claims) with Tennant being gay (he's not, but let's not go there, yeah?)....but seemed to have a big issue with me berating homophobic conservative republicans.....

....hmmm--she "doesn't mind" if Tennant is gay, but she is pissed off that I don't like homophobic republicans? Does the word HYPOCRITE mean anything to this person? Hell, she probably cain't even spell the word, let alone know what all it means, ya'll.

I'm not doing good, no. Until I had my supper after work at 10pm (sweet Italian sausage on a roll with fried onions, french fries and sweet corn)...I'd had nothing all day, but some leftover cold pasta salad around noon time, and a couple of mini chocolate chip cookies with my coffee, at work tonight.

And...according to my widget, I've got someone from Florida trolling through my blogs like crazy, the last day or so....it may be benign and someone who is "normal" and just curious about me....maybe I have a new blog friend...or, shall there be yet another terminally moronic and emotionally disturbed stalker, in my future? Meh, who cares!

Only time will tell, I guess.

Trolls, smolls. They used to bother me. Now they're an amusment. And, well..that's what I've started moding comments for...don't read, delete. Ignore the mindless babbling, read only that which is worth my time reading. If the troll crosses the line and threatens me, well..now I have the police on my side, and I know to save the stuff and refer the dickless wonder to them. I may insult the troll, if he makes too much of a pest of himself, but otherwsise, I've got better things to do that waste my time on some sexually frustrated school yard bully.

I'm not feeling to great. Had a massive headache all day, and....as for my problem...I don't care. Well, I do, but I don't want to. That might not make sence, but...who cares?

I'm going to get a demand for payment in the post sometime soon. It won't be pretty. I can't pay it, and I don't feel like dealing with National Grid again. I've done this to myself...again. And I refuse to deal with it. I am going to be childish and stamp my feet and refuse. I don't care. It's summer. I can buy a cooler and some ice. I can live on peanut butter and jelly. I can use buy candles. I can live without a computer, without any entertainment but my books, if I have to. I've lived in the dead of winter without heat and hot water before. I've lived without a phone or tele or radio before. I'll save the 213 dollars a month and find somewhere else to live--preferably without National Grid as a utility company.

Up yours National Grid, may your CEO become impotent, have his hair fall out and rot in hell.

Oh, and sorry about my spelling/grammar, I'm not feeling great, and am not bothering to spell check or grammar check, tonight.