Working Las Vegas?

Before we get started, let me add that this article is now over 5 years old, and I have no idea what has happened with the whole concept since then, but given that someone mentioned it on Fembot Central today, lets work with it, and see what happens?

https://lasvegasweekly.com/news/2013/may/02/valley-bots-how-vegas-workshop-blurring-line-betwe/

Now, for me at least, what a way to work in Las Vegas that would be! Or indeed, working anywhere in one of those Showbot outfits, in truth. Yes, by the sound of it, I either need a casino that fancies me for the role, or a wealthy benefactor, lol.

Oh would I wear that? Oh please, is the Pope Catholic? ๐Ÿ˜‰

The interesting thing mentioned that would actually be a benefit for me now, is the comment about how hot it was to wear it. Well, given that thanks to my damaged spine, my back loves as much heat as it can get, that just sounds like heaven to me! So if they are still available, and someone wants to spoil me by buying me one, I definitely wouldnt say no! Or if the manufacturers should read this, need a willing model for a shoot, or a convention, please, please give me a call!

OK, video time. Well, there’s a sort of Casino, but its definitely not Vegas! No, its somewhere I’ve been far more recently, Blackpool! Not sure anywhere there would fancy a Showbot, just maybe…? Its mainly Elvis, but there is enough David Morrissey to satisfy a wonderful Aussie friend of mine, I hope? Viva, Miss Showbot? Yeah, I only wish!

Blinded by a deed?

One of the things I enjoy about riding public transport in the US, is that it tends to be so wonderfully straightforward that nobody can get it wrong. Yes, in most cities I’ve been to, one fare serves all. You get on a bus (or a metro), and unless you’ve got a day pass, or weekly pass, the fare is the same. Seattle is a bit more complex (though not dramatically) than that, but LA is delightfully simple, I’m pleased to say. You just put your coins, or notes in the box, or register your pass, and on the bus you get!

Over here, its a whole different game! Its not quite every stop that you get on at, and get off at have a different fare, but there are lots of ‘zones’ involved, even in a shortish journey like mine into town. And pretty much, within town, most people do the same journeys, know the fare, and should have it ready, pay, and the bus can move on.

Oh, if only. You get people trying to say that they’ll pay the fare from the next bus stop where its cheaper, or that they are getting off a stop earlier than they actually do, to save about 30 pence! And of course, if its the getting on, you get a 2 minute discussion with the passenger, and the driver, before eventually said passenger slams down the right money, says something ‘less than delightful’ to the bus driver, and gets on. Either that, or glares at him for the rest of the journey, for making him pay the right fare. Of course, all this delays the bus, and annoys ‘passengers’ who have a connection to make in town, as some seem to do it every-time I see them travel.

The other thing that makes me a ‘grumpy old lady’ is the people who stand at the bus stop for 5 minutes or more, waiting for the bus to arrive, but only get their fare money, or pass out, when they reach the driver. What is so hard about being ready, folks?

OK, you’re getting this rant because this morning, I allowed 30 minutes to get somewhere, which should be a 14 minute trip. I got there with 4 minutes to spare!

Oh, funniest flat fare story. One morning I got on a bus at Hollywood & Vine stop, heading towards Glendale. A Man got on in front of me, deposited his fare (I believe it was $1.50 at time?) in the box, and sat down. No sooner had we pulled off, and he rang the bell, got off at the next stop, about 100 yards up the road, maximum. Seriously, he couldnt walk 100 yards (no, there were no visible issues, and he ran along street after getting off bus), had to catch a bus? Well…rolls eyes…?

OK, rant over, lets get to the song. This is actually the original version of this song, though many believe Manfred Mann’s Earthband were that. Wrong, lol!

That’s Entertainment?

OK, seriously readers, if you are anywhere within range of Blackpool on March 15th, you want to be at the Winter Gardens in the evening. Oh, and ‘Nancy’, the fact you’re in Brisbane is only a fair excuse, not a good one, lol! ๐Ÿ˜› No, thats not her real name, but she will know… ๐Ÿ˜‰

Yes, yesterday, I was working at said venue, for their open day, helping to promote the film festival in March (runs from 15th – 17th, if planning to visit), and the MGM musical extravaganza of that name is the big first night movie. And yes, if you think this is me in a glamorous outfit

me at blackpool

You will have to want to see what I’m wearing on the big night for sure. I suspect at my age that it might not be quite as revealing as many of the outfits Clara Johnson wore, but I doubt it will be that modest either!

Oh, and we’re doing Wizard Of Oz on the Saturday morning, and I’ve said I will where something for that too, if required. Tin Woman might be too much to hope for, lol! But who knows, and would you want to miss that?

I must admit that Blackpool, rather like Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard, has seen better days. But like Norma, there’s plenty of life in the old lady yet, and will be showing that in March. And yes, it will be warmer than January, hopefully! Certainly I’ll be glad to be indoors if I am doing the chorus girl look!

So seriously, if you’re reasonably nearby, or even if you’re not, but feeling adventurous, you know you want to be in Blackpool in March, if only to laugh at me, releasing my inner Clara!

Oh, for more details, darlings, go to http://www.wintergardensfilm.co.uk at the end of the week, for more details, and prices! See you there?

Video time. Astaire and Co, proudly present…?

Got a feeling the beagle ain’t fooling!

Also known as the moment when a suspicion of mind control happens in a TV advert?

We all know by now that most TV adverts are bland, boring, and unless you’re forced to watch them, something to avoid. And generally, you’re right! I have to say this advert amuses me though, because though any mind control is purely suggested, the end result of the advert does suggest that maybe that cute little beagle really has got mind control powers.

Notice: I know this works in the UK, where probably most people who know it, have already seen it. Given the copyright on such matters, I have no idea if it will work in the rest of the world

In case it doesnt, the premise is the selling of life assurance, and the end play is the beagle staring at the women in the advert until she actually buys some, saying its a no brainer. Question is, is that a free will choice, or because her brain has come under the influence of the dog, hmm?

I must say, that at the moment, due to the fact I’m working, and the in work death payment would more than cover my funeral, and I quite literally have no family, that beagle wouldnt work, staring at me, unless he really had mind control powers, and lets face it, I’d enjoy that way too much!

If anyone can suggest other ads that have an element of potential mind control to them, please let me know, and ideally post a You Tube link (if there is one) for my amusement. But until then…

OK, video time. A golden oldie, and yes, Miss Johnson is in the chorus line here, see if you can spot her! No, she’s not one of those that the guy jumps over, literally, if that helps. But yes, I’ve got a feeling that beagle isnt fooling, so… Oh, and if anyone wants to provide me with a copy of June Knight’s dress…Yes please!

To help you walk this way?

I guess its fair to say I’ve always been into diversity, and inclusion issues, given I’ve fallen under the LGBT banner for, err, a while. Nowadays I can also qualify under age, and disability too, it seems.

One thing I have discovered since my back started deteriorating, is just how much difference it all makes to my mobility. A few decades ago, I could go for a walk on a Sunday (betting shops never opened on Sunday’s back then), and quite literally walk miles. Now I’m finding the 3/4 of a mile or so from the Bus Station, to work, a major challenge! And a distance that not so long ago I could cover in just over 10 minutes, if I had to push it, now takes a minimum of 15! And yes, I’m quite literally killed for a few minutes if I try that!

But still I have one blessing that not all have, for now at least. I can walk, even if its getting more painful, and more difficult by the month. There are many others who are far less fortunate than me. Anyway, when trawling through Twitter this morning, 1 of my science connections had a post up about this.

https://lifeboat.com/blog/2019/01/can-nanotechnology-rewire-an-injured-spinal-cord

Yes, if you’re on Twitter, go track down Lifeboat Foundation (@LifeboatHQ) and tell him Harlean sent you, I’m sure he’d be thrilled for the publicity. Yes, my spinal cord is damaged, though thankfully at present, I still am able to walk. And yes, I’m a robot fetishist, so the idea of nanotechnology improving my ability to walk impresses me no end. If this does work, and allows those who cannot currently walk, to be able to have some mobility, wouldnt that be marvellous? But at the same time, I want to say to them, why not try it first on a less damaged spine, and see how it all plays out. Yes, me, as the guinea pig!

Oh fine, I’d love nanotechnology that transformed my body completely, into a nice new cybernetic one, but this could make for an interesting start. Yes, at least part of me would actually be machine, lol. In truth, I’ve seen similar articles for a few years now, and nothing practical has come of it, so far. But fingers crossed, this might be the one. It could definitely help me, but it could help others far more, and that has to be a good thing?

OK, video time. This is where Rap met Rock, and the collision was an interesting one.

The hypocrisy in the US

Right, Iโ€™ll make the offer loud and clear, and see if anyone will take me up on it. I am off work this week, and I hereby pledge to fill the usual blog spaces for you. Given that Iโ€™m not planning on anything more than a relaxing week until Friday (more on that Thursday) other than treatments, Iโ€™ve got the time to do more blogs. But if you want them to appear, I need some suitable subject matter, thats all. No UK/Europe politics, but other than thatโ€ฆ? No, I dont expect to hear from anyone, but I can hope. stephmajor8@hotmail.com for emails will be fine, if you dont want to join on here.

I’m sure many will remember the fuss, and furore that Trump, and his friends made when NFL players took a knee for the US National Anthem? Thats right, all the fuss about being disrespectful to veteran soldiers, and all that.

Well, according to a group of Trump worshipping men from Kentucky, thats only an issue if the veterans are white, seemingly. I’m not going to tell the whole story, because lets face it, its only just happened in Washington, and its been over the news all over the weekend. Well, maybe Fox News covered it up, but otherwise…?

Thankfully, apart from a few White Supremacists, and their kin, especially from Kentucky, the whole event has been met with horror from others. So much so that the school has locked, or deleted all its social media outlets, the reaction was so bad. Sadly, the only (unsurprising, I guess?) reaction from the family of the ghastly youth who threatened the Native American Vietnam veteran was to defend what he did. Apparently, one of the senior staff at the school has called for Kentucky to secede from the union, and was doing that before this social media disaster, its just come out now, because the school has come under investigation!

Given Kentucky is one of the poorest, most impoverished states in the US, I have no idea how they think they would survive for long if they did secede! But anyway…

Part of the issue does indeed lay with Trump, and his friends, and their racist attitudes. The snag is, others have seen this, and think they can get away with it too. The difference is, he has money, and doesnt care how hated he is. Most in Kentucky have barely 2 dollar coins to rub together, let alone anything more. And fine, that corner of the country has a reputation for being racist, homophobic, and a few other awful things too. Might be why, beyond Atlanta Airport, I’ve avoided that corner of the South in all my US travels.

I’d love to think these young men will be dealt with properly, but given that another from that school has issues with a rape case, I’m not going to hold my breath on that. I’m also going to say that though Kentucky is the culprit this time around, its not the only state in that corner of the world with these issues that need looking into.

Maybe they need to change those MAGA caps to MARA, for that corner of the world at least. R for racist, naturally.

OK, video time. Native American related songs, well… This song originally is nearly as old as me, though this version is far more recent than that!

Down at the club

OK, lacking any great material, and given I havent done a story piece for a while, lets cheat, and use one that I read today for tonight.

https://mcstories.com/AlterationsBryansDance/index.html

Fine, this doesnt sound the sort of club for any kind of 60 year old, let alone one with disability issues, but fine, if I could (and it was for real), you might struggle to keep me out of this place. I know, I’m the weird one who loves the idea of having her mind tampered with, either short term, as in the story, or maybe a bit more? Yes, fine, I’m wondering if there’s a silver light among those menu options, lol!

But yes, even so, that sort of place does sound like fun to me. Part of me wonders if people would go to, or avoid a club like this one? After all, people go to clubs, take drugs, get high, so in truth, how different is something like this, if the mind control is only temporary?

Before anyone asks, no, I havent been in a club in over a decade, so I have zero idea as to what they’re like nowadays. Pretty sure they’re not for me, in so many senses, though fine, if there was one like this, I might be tempted in, just once…? Oh fine, maybe more?

Before anyone asks, beyond the sense of there being mind control, and oh gosh, sex involved, its actually a pretty feelgood story. As actually, is a related story, which the author co-wrote.

https://mcstories.com/KathrynsConfidence/index.html

Oh fine, that I’d enjoy done to me even more! So my advice, go read some of these, but I’m not going to mind control you to do so, lol!

OK, video time. Yes, this is old, 1965 in fact. So who remembers this, other than me, not many I suspect? But yes, the title works!

Being Boiled?

Question for readers, a famous pop group, but a song that definitely wasnt a major hit for them, remember it? Answers at end of blog, as per usual.

Today, I had a flotation tank session planned already, which is something I look forward to, for so many reasons. However, sadly I have to report that since Friday, the state of my back, more specifically my spine, hasnt been good. So yesterday, I checked to see if the infra red sauna might be available for a session prior to the float, as heat does it some good. Oh, and as mentioned previously, I set myself up to try it, enclosed in a sauna suit.

My amusement started when it was given to me. Yes, it was a wonderful shade of metallic silver, and elasticated everywhere, to keep the heat in, of course. Oh, and hooded too! Quite seriously, all it needed was gloves, socks/boots, and a face cover in metallic silver, and I’d have had the perfect robot look. Oh fine, I would have loved that, but anyway… I did actually find I was also provided with a pair of gloves (non matching, unfortunately), but only after the event, sadly!

So then, in I go, to be ‘boiled’ (I called it roasted at the time, but boiled works for the video) at 140 degrees, for about 30 minutes! In truth, about 10 minutes in, I stood up, and yes, the spine was a lot more obliging, even then. OK, and to ‘excite’ the guys (and maybe a few girls?), I could feel the sweat dripping down between my boobs, quite profusely, even under the suit!

But yes, seriously, if someone had popped a helmet over my head, I could easily have believed I was being turned into a robot. Sadly, not to be! Yes, I was almost disappointed when the heating bars went off, as my session was over. Mind, I kept the ‘robot suit’ on until it was time to go in the pod, no shock there.

Will I do it again? Oh, absolutely! Would I love to do it with matching gloves, footwear, and face cover, even more so!

Oh yes, and the flotation pod session was fun too. I managed to get Clara to come out to play again, and she even sounded disappointed when the music started back up, and she had to let me back into my mind. Maybe before the dance routine in March, I should let her stay, lol? Mind, she might find my body less receptive to her own to classy dance steps, lol?

Right, video time. A very early Human League song, a while before they became really famous. I picked this video over the standard one, because of the silver outfits. I would say why couldnt I be offered a part like that (I would have been 16 when it was made), but its a Russian movie, in the Soviet era, so that might be why? Therefore I know nothing of the movie, beyond this.

 

Never happy with the weather?

I know a lovely guy down Georgia (as in Atlanta) way, who regularly complains because he never gets to see snow in winter. Only the other day, he was complaining because the temperature there was in the mid 60’s, at a time when it was barely above freezing over here. I also know a lovely guy in LA who complains that its cold out there, and when I look, even in the chill of the night, its 10 degrees warmer than it is here in the morning! So yeah, he’d have something to complain about if he came over here in the winter, lol!

Yes, my friend in Georgia, I’ve jokingly offered to swap places with him, as my back is far less grumpy when the temperature is above 50. Well, generally it is, but I’m having a bad spell this weekend (to put it mildly), and though its not far off that mark, it feels like an axe has been thrown into my back, but anyway…

Unfortunately we cant just do a winter swap, some trivial item called Immigration rules, and all that, on both sides of the pond! I still hope to retire to somewhere that can fit my requirements post retirement, whenever that may be. Algarve is an obvious target (even more so after November) for me, though I’m not sure how easy that will still be, post Brexit, but fingers crossed. Unless someone (PLEASE!) wants to pay for me to move there before that happens, but otherwise…

But yes, dont ever complain to me about how hot it is where you live, and expect sympathy. An offer (if possible) to swap places, a whole different matter! So…?

I love the sun obviously, which is a corny reason for tonights video. This is one of Clara Johnson’s earlier outings as a chorus girl, though its more walking in an amazing outfit, than actual dance. If I’m right, she’s the last one before the horse rider appears near the end. To be fair, any number of these girls can be seen in tons of musical numbers, not just her!

I had the craziest dream

In hindsight, I probably should have done these blogs the other way round tonight, because though you could make a case for lateral mind control here, in all truth, its probably just a very weird dream. Whereas a piece about escort girls…rolls eyes…?

Tuesday morning, as seems to be more the case nowadays, due to my ‘old lady bladder’, I got up in the middle of the night, to ease a problem, then went back to bed, about 4 in the morning, and thanks to my strong painkillers, back into a deep sleep. Shortly after that, things got weird.

I know you dont always remember dreams, but this one is ingrained on my memories. Clearly I was seeing things through my eyes, as I never saw me once in my dream. Where I was, seemed to be a very large building, and all the rooms were filled with the movie stars of the past. But get this, not as they were in the 1930’s, but more like how they were in the 1970’s, or 80’s. Ginger Rogers was there, William Powell was there, and a few more, but they were old! I had a feeling like I was greeting them, as they arrived somewhere, the obvious answer being the afterlife.

But how on Earth was I doing this, I was young, if not very pretty when they passed away, and definitely still on Earth. I did wonder if it was a foreboding that I’m about to join that ‘Actors Guild’ in the sky, but why would they be waiting to greet a little bit part actress like me? Hey, if they are going to greet me, my time can be nigh, lol.

Then I put my logic hat on, and wondered…? Was I seeing things through Clara Johnson’s eyes, in that celestial home? Was it her greeting her old friends from her dancing days, as they arrived in heaven? Who knows, but it just all seemed so real, that…? And no, I didnt see Jean with Bill, lol! Might have given something away, as she would still have been young, of course?

I’ll probably never dream it again, and lets face it, even if it does happen after I pass away, I’m not going to be able to tell you in a blog, lol! ๐Ÿ˜›

OK, this song was an obvious choice, but finding a live version of it was far more complex. So, going back to 1942 for this…