I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

It's after three and I've not got half the things done that I needed to do, today. Damn. I missed the bus...twice. You have to actually hail the bus around here, like you would a cab on a city street, or they tend to blow right by you--even when you're standing with your dollar in hand, at a posted bus stop. Then, when I finally did catch a bus, it was "off-schedule"--meaning their schedules were messed up, and the thing had to sit 20 minutes waiting for it's opposite number to start off at the proper time at the other end of the route, so they wouldn't be running one literally behind the other--which they've been known to do.

It's sort of feast or famine with the buses 'round here...either you cool your heels for 30 to 50 min., waiting for one to show up...or, they all show up at once, together. Greater Glens Falls Transit is THE WORST bus company in all of the eastern seaboard, as far as I'm concerned. Management are nothing but a bunch of brown-nosing jobsworths, who wouldn't know how to put a sensible and efficient bus schedule together, if God himself came down from heaven and showed them how.

I did get to Wally world (Wal-Mart), and got a few things, but they didn't have the one thing I needed most (kitty litter), so that means a trip to another supermarket....I got the pre-paid phone card for $20--put the 20 on my phone, only to find that all I actually got for my $20 was $13.45 phone time, cos' Virgin automatically applied their mangy $6.95 monthly charge--charge for getting constant streams of spam from Virgin, trying to get me to buy stuff. Virgin Mobile calls me more than anyone else does, blimey! I can't complain, really. The phone was a gift at a time when I sorely needed it--and, it really does beat having to walk 10 or 15 minutes to a pay phone.

I'm trying to decide what to do tonight. Here's my options: Pay $3 plus $8 cab fare, to go to the Beatlemania concert/fireworks at the local baseball stadium tonight. Or, grab a trolley for some ice cream and fireworks at the steamboat company pier in Lake George, tonight. Or, just stay home, put on some good tunes and read or watch a DVD...and maybe nap a bit.

But for now, I have to ring up a cab to go to the pharmacy and the supermarket. I'm afraid Social Services will have to wait til' Monday. I heard they were closed today, for the holiday weekend. So, that leaves my situation with National Grid hanging in the air for the weekend. More sleepless nights.

I think the problem with a lot of people these days in my daily world I live in, is that so many people are stuck walking the same track, over and over again.

Even tho' I can't hardly read a note of music (thanks to my maths disability), I got stuck in chorus in high school. My music teacher was against having a school band, and would not allow us to learn any new music. The man, who I do believe was born with a rod stuck up his arse, would puff up and spout the mantra: "People don't know what they like, they like what they know."

True. People do have a tendency to prefer the familar, or to go along with mob thinking, or the current popular thought, or latest celebrity trend.

Folks so often fail to step back, and see the big picture, to turn the thing they are observing, or watching, or listening to, over in their mind, to see it from all possible angles.

Why? Because it's not always convenient or comfortable to do that, I suppose. It can be scary, setting out on your own, to think your own thoughts and try and form your own independant conclusions.

People tend to treat the world around their little circles, as if it were still flat----whether intentionally or not---as black and white. They aren't comfortable with grey, let alone with a whole rainbow of colours. Why strike out on your own, and climb the moutnain or ford the river of intellecutal and personal independence, when it's far easier to follow the herd across the level plain.

Cultural bias, personal fears and/or bigotry, the way we were raised, how we choose to personally educate ourselves, how much personal responsiblity we take for our behaviours, actions, feelings and thoughts--all this comes into play, and dictates who we are, and what part of the outside world we choose to make a part of our daily life each day.

Technically, in the world of the information superhighway, 400 channel television, mobile phones, faxes, blackberries, free electronic books, we should be able to grasp the rainbow, and allow it to colour our thoughts....so, why are so many people, isolating themselves?

Why are so many people, building invisible bubbles around themselves, to block out the rainbow? Insecurity? Fear of the unknown? Reality overload?

More and more, society has taken away the rules. Adults don't care. Parents don't pay any attention to how they or their children behave, people lash out at folks they don't even know, with verbal or written abuse, without any thought behind it, like a dumb animal lashing it's tail at a harmless butterfly that's floating by.

Rules and manners, courtesy and respect, are the foundations of civilization. Independent thought, abstract thinking, going outside your selfish little world to care about someone or something other than yourself...these are the things that build up the walls that define our very civilization....tear them down, and you destroy human kind, evenutally, reintroducing fear, irrational behaviour and mindless hate to humanity...sloping down into the dark ages, and closing off the light of positive change and grownth and development, forever. RIP human evolution.

Playwrite27 is tired and fed up with the world. Mean people don't just suck, these miserable insecure little two-legged insects are the lowest form of humanity.

I couldn't sleep. It was cracking dawn, around 4am. I decided to go for a walk. I was walking down the street, minding my own business, listening to the quiet and gentle time of an early dawn in a small city, when past me comes madly pedaling some rugrat teenager; "Hey ugly!" he shouts.

Never saw him before in my life. WTF??? His mother must be so proud--well, probably his mother is drooling trash, if he's any example of the family gene pool. I mean, what was the purpose of doing that? Pointless little toads. Jeez, the way some of these kids act today, just shows how crap and lazy some mums are, when it comes to teaching their snot-nosed teenage brats how to behave in public.

And, it's nothing I haven't heard before. I've been called ugly and a lot worse, ever since I was a child.

But, I have to say, after over 40 years of this, I do get just a wee tired of being a walking target for a bunch of sexually frustrated, intellectually insecure losers.

Guess I'll have to die before I ever find any peace in this world.

...when my foot's in my mouth.

Did I post earlier, that I would sleep well tonight? Well, that WAS the plan, anyway. Wide awake going into 4am, that's two nights without sleep, now. Thank goodness I've three days off, I'm probably going to spend the big summer holiday weekend, practically comatose!

...will he be shaving off those retro-Elvis sideburns?

Do you have any idea how rotten it is, to be forced to speak to American men, whose brains are even smaller than their microscopic little penises?

Gah! I got stuck calling hunters all night...if the life I'm living is a kind of purgatory, than my job is definately part of the iternary of Hell. Cripes, what a night! We really need to wrench these infantile, rude, obnoxious, whinging, stupid bastard's shotguns away from them, point the muzzles up their collective bottoms, and pull both triggers....a bullet to the brain, clean, quick, and hopefully very painful.

I've had hunting guys whinging like wee spoiled brats at me, the spinless infants being incredibly rude to a lady--and trust me, on the phone, I AM a L-A-D-Y, pounding tones in my ear...one neolithic drooler was blowing his stupid-arse turkey call in my ear, one guy doing baby talk--I mean, come on! Is there nothing on earth or heaven, more pathetic and unmanly, that some grown man talking and acting like a flippin' five year old??? NO, there isn't. Why don't these chin-dragging fools just cut their nuts off, and same themselves the trouble?

Sorry. Americans that act like this, just disgust the hell out of me. It's honestly sickening, the way grown American "men" behave, these days...and their bitchy wives...well, bitch is the word. I've heard junk yard dogs that bark nicer, are behave better, than some of these sad excuses for women--no one will EVER make the mistake of calling them ladies, trust me! Sometimes, I feel sorry for their off-spring. That's because they're going to grow up to be ill-mannered mindless farm animals, just like their sorry sack of poo parents.

One guy was just so incredibly obnoxious--answering the phone all surly and gruff, "What dy'a want?" He said he didin't want any. I asked--LADYLIKE and extremely politely, "Would you mind terribly if I asked why?" "Yeah, I do!" What an effing baby! Why don't you just stick your damned pacifier back in your mouth sunshine, and go change your nappies, yeah?

What do I want, arsehole hunter guy? On this Independence Day holiday weekend, I want someone to light the blue touchpaper, and stick a lit firecracker down the front of your underpants.

Cripes! Men fought and suffered and died for this country, so big brave "men" like this jerk, can have the liberty to be rude and insulting to ladies. Jefferson and Washington--who WERE gentleman and men of honour, must be rolling over and puking in their graves.

OK, I got that off my chest. I feel better now.

Speaking of chests...jeez, I was having chest pains today...I pedaled to the laundromat with two loads of laundry, and came home. I was a bit out of breath, but felt fine--but a few minutes after I came home, I laid down, and suddenly, it felt like my chest was in a vise for five or six minutes...wow, that hurt.
They say, outside of a heart murmur, that my heart's OK, so I didn't see the point of calling an ambulance...the pain was in my back as well, between my shoulder blades, so I've chalked it up to maybe an old injury (heaven knows, I've had a LOT of those), or something.

I also have a very sore left knee. I almost--and I mean really almost, got nailed by an SUV today. This jerk in his big old black SUV, had pulled up from a side street--going the WRONG WAY on a one-way street, and was blocking the sidewalk. There was a line of traffic--and going behind him meant me going way around, so I just pedaled in front of him--and the arsehole starts inching forward!

There's traffic, he can't go anywhere! He's making a left (which, being we drive on the opposite side of the road, is probably like making a right, in the UK)...I swerved and yelled...he stopped. I gave him slightly wider berth--and he started forward again! I banged my knee hard against the side of my bike, trying to keep from falling over--his front fender was literally almost touching the front spokes of my bike. Jeez, that scared the hell out of me. I wouldn't have been killed, but with a big vehicle like that, surely I would have broken a bone or fractured my skull, not to mention lost skin and bruises.

I mean, for pity's sake! I weight 200 pounds! He's sitting way up high in a very large SU effing V, how the hell could he NOT see me???

Was that the FIRST TIME you pulled foward without looking, or the SECOND TIME?

Sure enough though, he yelled out the window that he didn't see me, and for me to get the f_ck out of HIS way. Excuse me??? Me disabled person on bicycle. You big butch guy sitting comfortably in a machine that can go zero to 60mph in a matter of seconds...up yours, arsehole! Then again, should have let the bastard hit me..with a truck like that, I could have cleaned up in the lawsuit, ha-ha. Financial problems solved. (Just kidding.)

I've not had the most fun day on the planet. Got to the pharmacy, and my BP pills weren't ready. I've been without my hypertension meds for two days, now...and, I blew 8 dollars in cab fare, and will have to pay another 8 bucks tomorrow.

I couldn't sleep last night. Somehow, I don't think it will be a problem tonight. Cheers.