Making Fay Wray scream?

If Gertrude Olmstead ranks as my 20’s cutie, then its fair to say that when it comes to the 30’s, her equivalent for me is Fay Wray. I know, some might assume it would be Jean Harlow, but in truth, the name thing is more down to a supposed resemblance than anything more. The older Harlow, as I’ve said before, I can see it, but the younger Jean Harlow, I only wish.

To be quite honest, my favourite ‘scream’ film involving Fay would be the Wax Museum one, but lets face it, the one that most people would know her for, is King Kong. In fact, because of all the special effects (quite something in 1933) involved in King Kong, she actually made Wax Museum, and Doctor X in between filming sections of King Kong!

Anyway, this afternoon, I went to check on what options I had on TV, and there I spotted it, King Kong being shown! In truth, beyond the most famous scenes, I dont remember actually seeing the whole movie. Fine, I still havent, as I missed the first 25 minutes before I went looking to see what was on, but 70 minutes or so is still certainly the most I’ve ever seen of it.

By modern standards, the special effects are probably good, but nothing more. But given what they had available to them back in 1933, quite something. Oh, and yes, Fay certainly had a fine pair of lungs when it came to screaming, that is for sure. And yes, she puts them to fine work here, not for the only time, of course. I’m not going to bother telling the story of the film at this point, it should be pretty well known by most, and if you dont, you can probably get a better description on Wikipedia, or IMDB anyway, than I could give you.

But yes, I cant deny it, that having Fay Wray screaming loudly in my living room did amuse me, even if it wasnt me causing her to do so. Oh fine, if you offered me the chance to make the 1933 Fay Wray scream like that in a ‘certain’ way in my living room, I doubt I would decline the opportunity, lol!

To point out, this was the original pre-code version, so there is plenty of violence, and killings, and like in this, which was sanitised for later audiences, and in truth, unnecessary violence really isnt my thing, but fine, I was only really watching for Fay, so… But it was an interesting look at special effects, and what could be done in 1933, thats for sure.

OK, video time. I believe at the time, this was the most expensive video ever made, and its not hard to see why. I suspect inflation has seen it drop down that list, but even now, I suspect its one of the more expensive ones. Of course, Michael Jackson never had financial concerns, so…

 

Eating a little sausage

Well, I have to say that if this blog title cant get me a few extra views, I need to give up! Just to add though, that if I do have any readers who arent into weird subject matter, firstly, why are you hear, and secondly, you might want to avoid the video, as its a little suggestive, to put it mildly, but other than that…

Today, for the first time, but definitely not the last time in the 6 week period of radiotherapy, I had an early appointment, 9.00 to be exact. Might add that tomorrow is at 8.45, so… This means, as I’m not allowed to eat for 4 hours before treatment, I had to pass on breakfast food before leaving here this morning. Therefore, post treatment, I went to the Costa cafe, looking for something to nibble on, as well as a coffee, for my breakfast before coming home. What, you mean the blog title wasnt enough to hint this might be naughty, and suggestive, well…? Oh fine, I was served by a rather cute lady, not a guy, but I cant fix matters like that, lol!

Given this was before 9.30 (I have no idea when they remove breakfast items) in the morning, all the traditional hot breakfast items were on offer. So the big choice was bacon, or sausage roll, and you should have worked out which one I chose today. Probably have bacon tomorrow, but lets wait and see on that.

It probably didnt help that about 10-15 minutes earlier I’d been laying on a bed, wearing a plastic mask, while the radiotherapy machine did its work on me, but yes, I did have a naughty fit of giggles at the idea of eating sausage, even if it was voluntary, rather than anything the machine had made me do. 3 sausages in the roll, arent I a naughty girl, lol?

I was asked if I wanted any sauce with the sausages, though as far as I know she meant tomato ketchup, or brown sauce, rather than anything more saucy, or err, sticky! To be fair, at the age of 61, with my looks, I doubt very much that anyone would have any desire to turn me into their sausage sucking sex slave, anyway, lol!

OK, video time. The funny thing is that this shows how times have changed in the last 40 years. Back then, this song got banned for its suggestive lyrics, now it sounds terribly tame, but fine, it came to mind as the perfect song, anyway. Unless it was tamed down for public performance, but knowing Ian Dury, I doubt it?

 

Where’s your hearing gone?

Its funny, when I decided to go with a wig look, for my hair, I quickly realised that 7 months of hair growth had to go pretty quickly, and did so. Snag is, as I have now discovered, its not the only physical issue that I hadnt noticed that is now giving me issues. But yes, this one is a bit more gruesome, or at least dirty at least, my ears. No, I havent cleaned them out since well, before all this started, and to say my hearing quality is down, is to put it mildly. Snag is, at the moment my physical state is hardly in a way to do much about it, but unlike a haircut, not so easy to get someone to deal with for me. But hopefully…?

As for the rest of the health stuff today, it all seems to have gone fine, first session of radiotherapy down, only another 29 to go, lol. It all seemed fine, though whether I will stick it through to my normal bedtime tonight, who knows, I might just be beginning to feel it, in which case it will be an early night for sure, I’m sensible enough to do that at least. It felt fine at the time, though a metal mask might have been more fun than a plastic one, I only realised the session was over when they started to remove the mask from me! As for a metal bodysuit, oh please… Back tomorrow, and got another meeting too, this time with a wig department, so must remember to take the letter with me to show I’m on benefits, so will get it for free. Yes, I plan to have the blonde bob option again, though ironically the one look I havent tried yet of the ones I bought is the red bob! Tomorrow, maybe, to the hospital, sounds an idea? Or maybe I should go back to my teen years, do a ‘Sally Carr’ as per the video, and go for a longer blonde style with the NHS wig, hmm? Not that I can sing now, as voice is even more gone than the hearing at present!

But seriously, my one issue with all these treatments is my sweet tooth one. Like today, given that I’m not allowed to eat in the 4 hours prior to the treatment, I was screaming for coffee, and cake after it was over, and had to have my fix, snag is, 30 times of that isnt going to be cheap, lol. And on those mornings with early appointments, even more of an issue I suspect?

And no, neither Lon Chaney, or Rotwang were treating me today, sadly.

OK, the video. Some might have worked out its Middle Of The Road, from a previous comment, and yes, Sally is definitely miming. In fact, in truth, I dont think I’ve ever seen a video of her actually singing, as opposed to miming. But anyway… And yes, I’d love that dress

 

 

 

 

 

Even more of a medicine head

Well, recently I’ve been taking 7 pills for various issues for a while, but from tomorrow onwards for a while, that number is going up, as I have to take the chemotherapy pill daily, and a few others as well, to combat any possible nausea issues, as well as antibiotics to keep me healthy, as everything I will need to take for next 6 weeks will lower my ability to resist various illnesses and stuff, because it will all be affected by the radiotherapy, and chemo stuff.

Yes, why they cant just give me the full robot makeover, I know…Oh, I wish! I dont know how much more hair I can lose, given I got most of it chopped off so the wigs work better, but maybe my hair will see that as a challenge, but other than that…

It has been suggested that I should do at least 1 session (I suspect some think I should do all 30) wearing the silver Lycra bodysuit, and the silver wig, and I suspect it will happen on a day when I have time to plan it out, and no other appointments, which means you can accept its not going to happen before Thursday this week, as see above, due to 2 appointments, and a very early start. Sadly the chances of getting a full face metal mask to match is less than slim.

Hopefully, if nothing else, I can come up with something apt blog wise for Halloween, though if I dont, dont sue me, as its a lunchtime radiotherapy session that day, so how things will work out time wise, I really have no idea. I have no plans to dress up anyway, though I now have my Christmas Day outfit on the settee besides me, as it arrived earlier today, thanks to Amazon Prime, the last day I will have that service available to me. Beyond Eric’s birthday (4 weeks today) present, I dont know of anything I need to buy soon, as anything for Christmas presents (definitely online buying this year) can wait until after all the treatments end on 6th December, and I start my 4 week recovery period. Not that many to get thankfully, but the few I do need to get, well…

Oh Father Christmas, a full body robot suit, ideally quite solid in design, oh please, lol. No, wont happen, but a woman can dream!

Right, video time. Unless you are about my age, or older, you arent likely to remember this, but anyway. Yes, its mimed, as you cant hear all the clapping because its all on a tape, but never mind…

Mustn’t stop believing

I have jokingly said to my followers on Social Media that by the end of the next 6 weeks, they might all be sick of this song, or maybe not for various reasons. Hopefully I wont need it too often, and even if I do, hopefully I find enough different versions of it not to drive everyone crazy anyway. Sadly, or luckily for you, I doubt very much I can find any version of me singing this, either at Dodgers Stadium, or other baseball stadiums (Kansas City, and San Francisco for sure) for which you should be grateful, as I’m not really that good a singer, but anyway…

Yes, I love this song, and I suspect I might need it over the next 6 weeks if things get to me with all the radiotherapy and stuff. But equally, if they provide me with a metal face mask instead of the plastic one, and I’m a ‘naughty’ girl, and wear a silver Lycra bodysuit under the clothing for a session or more, I might actually love the whole experience, but we will see?

The one thing that is for sure is the fact I need to learn to listen to the needs of my body, even if logic says otherwise. Like today, I didnt think I should be that worn out, but it seems I was, as 2 hours of sleep this afternoon did wonders for me, even if neither yesterday, or this morning had seemed that hard a period, but fine, my body was right, or I wouldnt be typing this now, lol.

Will there be blogs tomorrow? No idea, I’ll see how the mood takes me, but probably, as I’m not sure how many will appear over the next 6 weeks, as even allowing for weekends, this issue of weariness is going to play into things, clearly. No, I wont be dressing for Halloween, but as I’ve just ordered something to wear at Christmas, which is due tomorrow, on my last day of Amazon Prime free trial period (not paying for more), looks like I will be dressing up then, though I’m sure hair will be a wig, but as to colour, and style, we will have to wait and see!

In truth, I have no idea how the next 6 weeks will affect me, just got to get through it, and find out, I guess? I do know I’ll have seen more than enough of Leeds by then, for sure, lol. But equally I know I’m very lucky. Not that many decades ago, this sort of cancer would have been a death sentence, but now, far less so, maybe not at all. I’d love to think that if I needed it, I might be able to get the Metropolis treatment, but only in my dreams, I’m sure.

Right, the video. Yes, tonight the original group version live, but maybe in the future…?

Colours of my hair

My hair colour originally was dark, though anyone would have to have known me for a very long time by now to remember that. Yes, in truth, I’ve been a blonde for quite a while now, but not at the moment. Its funny, I’d been planning to go redhead before everything happened with the brain issues, so in that sense, the only thing thats happened is that its taken me a bit longer to change colour than I had originally planned to. Oh, and of course, I’d planned on it being a change of colour at the hairdressers, not by the use of a wig. Mind, the wig I plan to pick up next week care of the NHS service for cancer patients will be a blonde bob one anyway.

But besides all that, if anyone had told me (as I am as I type this) that I’d happily be wearing a silver bob wig, I might have said, in my dreams, but nothing more, but yes, thats what I’m doing! And yes, I did wear the silver Lycra bodysuit under my clothes today, for the last visit to the hospital before all the treatments start on Monday. Never did get to match it with the silver wig today, but probably would have done if circumstances had permitted it.

Still had the amusement of a member of hospital staff who saw me in hospital as a blonde, doing a double take about this redhead sat in the waiting room, but anyway…

I must admit it, I have no idea at this moment which is going to be my preferred colour, especially when outside (silver, seriously?), but I must admit that being a redhead is great fun, even if I’ve only worn the longer wig so far, and yes, that length is taking a bit of getting used to, having hair that long to deal with, and look after, well?

But black/blackish, oh, I dont think so, lol!

OK, video time. Well, I guess its fair to say my hair has been (with help of wigs) a few colours in my life, so…

 

Are we happy? Are we scared?

Or a mixture of both, maybe?

Well, today saw the first of a planned 32 visits to St James Hospital in Leeds over the next 7 weeks, so… Today was actually one of the more straightforward ones, Thursday will probably be even more so, but then we get to the 30 more serious ones, involving radiotherapy, chemotherapy tablets and everything else involved in getting me better, in the long run at least.

And yes, apart from overtaxing the voice/mouth a bit too much by talking too much to various people, it was indeed pretty straightforward. The letter I needed for work, sorted. All the paperwork I thought I might have to do to get all the benefits I need/am entitled to, someone far more knowledgeable of such matters will be dealing with for me. The knowledge confirmed that said mouth issue is probably related to the issue with the growth on my temporal lobe, most of which is now gone, gained.

So yes, now I can start to focus on events starting on Monday, and stop worrying about everything else, thank goodness. And yes, I will be happy to get started with that, I must admit. Am I scared about said events? At the moment the answer would be no, but ask me again next week, lol. Though I was told today that I’m more likely to get tired out by stuff as the 6 weeks go on, rather than in the early stages. There is the possibility of staying over in Leeds for up to 4 nights a week if it does, but I rather gather they work on ‘does she need it’ option, rather than pushing it on me early, which seems the wisest route to go down. As much for all the travel I will be doing, as well as the treatments, but we will see.

But yes, I have to admit it, if you’d told me 2 months ago that I’d be where I am now, whether I would have believed you, who knows? But we are, so…

I have one more trip to Leeds before Monday, on Thursday for the ‘meet the team, and I gather one of the radiotherapy machines (non working)’ but then down to business! The one thing I’m sure of, is that after these 7 weeks, anyone offering to drive me to Leeds will not be met with the most enthusiastic response, lol, for a few months at least! So yes, tomorrow, no travel, and same on Friday, but after that, for 6 weeks, on weekdays at least, that trip to Leeds could become very familiar! Beneficial, but boring, lol.

After that, 4 – 6 weeks of not overdoing it, then lets see how I feel? I have been told I need some short term targets to get me through the treatments, and I already have 2. One is the obvious Christmas/New Year holiday period, and the other, before then, the works Christmas dinner (yes, Medical retirement is coming soon, but not official yet, so…) the first week after treatments should end, so… Fine, we shall see after those, lol!

Oh, Thursday. Well yes, I might be considering wearing the silver wig, and silver Lycra bodysuit under clothing, but we will see how I feel then, lol!

OK, the video. Well the blog title is mentioned in the song, and the song title might be what I need someone to say to me at some point, but other than that, this video is pretty crazy, I guess?

Talking about a bad girl

One of the things I guess I’ve developed from my ‘dice with death’ cancer moment is the fact that I’ve decided I might as well have a bit more fun with my life, which is probably shown by yesterday’s picture, with the silver wig, silver bodysuit, and everything else. Yes, the temptation to wear the silver look on Thursday for the ‘medical team meeting’ on Thursday is definitely growing, even if the bodysuit will have to be under standard clothing, and the wig will only be worn for the actual team thing, not the whole visit, but anyway…

And certainly, due to a few politicians, and other people, my tendency to put up with idiots levels have gone down too. In this case, a spammer, as no, I doubt I’d have the cheek to actually do it to a politician, but dont call me out on that, lol.

So this morning, when I opened my email box, I had one of those emails, supposedly from a guy named Magnus in Sweden, offering me a half share of $6.2Million if I helped him with his ‘project’. Thing is, it came from a guy named Juvencio, with a Brazilian email address, so… Now normally in the past, with me, this would have been instantly deleted, and taken no further, but in my current mood, and because he’s made such an awful job of covering up who he really was, well, I decided 2 could play at that game, so I sent back a reply, though not the one he was hoping for, but this one…

Dear Juvencio,

My name is Dominatrix Queen of Pluto, writing to you from my home planet. I have a vacancy in my dungeon for a human slave or two from planet Earth, in need of severe punishment, and you sound an ideal candidate. I certainly trust your pussy eating skills are up to my demands, if not, I suggest you learn soon. In the meanwhile, send me promptly a silver latex catsuit as a tribute, size 16 UK. When you inform me this has been purchased, I will provide the address to send it to, where my teleporting unit is stored.

Given you might find Pluto a little chilly for your feeble human body, and I am capable of teleporting my dungeon to a suitable building on your feeble planet, I suggest you use some of that money on the purchase of a mansion in the area known as Hollywood, in Los Angeles, and let me know when you have completed this task, by sending me a set of pictures of my new Earth home.

I demand to hear that you have completed my demands within the next 30 days.

Your new powerful Dominatrix,

H, though I advise you to call me Mistress H

No, I’m not expecting a reply of course, but the thought of him seeing an email in his box when he got up this morning, thinking he had scammed someone, and then opened it, giggle… Of course, if you find in the future a blog written by me, from Hollywood, while wearing a silver latex catsuit, well…

OK, video. Well, I guess sending an email to someone, even a very poor scammer would make me a bad girl, so why not this one? Yes, I’d love that purple outfit Donna Summer is wearing, of course I would. So…?

 

Part of the robot union

(To say, for those who do both blogs, this is pretty similar to the other one, though not identical. To those who dont, just read on)

Given that I’m going to lose some/most/all of my hair soon, when the radiotherapy begins, I decided to beat the process, by getting most of my hair removed now, and going over to wigs. Yes, I couldnt resist one cheap silver bob wig, and match it up to a silver Lycra bodysuit I have, which is now about 15 years old for a robot moment, or six. Sadly the zip hasnt lasted the years, so I needed a top to keep warm, especially for a picture taken outside today. This one in fact!

robot me

Yes, its a cheap wig, so not the perfect look, but it works pretty well, anyway. To be honest, the suit is very comfortable, and supporting, so if anyone wants to sponsor me for some more (6 weeks of treatment, plus travel time isnt going to leave much laundry time, so up to 30), email me at stephmajor8@hotmail.com for details of how to do so. I need to get in UK, as radiotherapy starts on 28th, and machine isnt comfortable on a damaged spine, but anyway…

Yes, shot in our front area, though thats not our house behind me.

Next week marks the last week for 6 that I will have less than 5 days travelling to Leeds, though going there twice, which at 15-20 miles each way means I wont want to travel to Leeds for a while once this is all over, lol. Dressing up as part of the robot union, a whole different matter.

Which leads to the video

 

 

 

Sweet tongued lady

Dont get me wrong, I’ve always had a spot for sweet food, but I must admit it, that since the growth has been mainly gone, that hankering for sweet food seems to have shot up for me. Thankfully at present, probably because my appetite, and metabolism got all mixed up by everything, I havent yet put on a lot of weight, despite all that. But yes, especially as I’m not as active yet, as I used to be, I must keep an eye on it for sure, especially as I’m still eating a similar amount of ‘non sweet’ food as I was before.

Thankfully, its not an expensive taste, its just a need for anything sweet, which is one blessing at least. Though interestingly, I’m still happy with just one spoonful of sugar in my coffee, so you explain that one to me?

Of course, the other thing that amuses someone who fancies being turned into a robot, which she finds a sweet idea, is the fact that in just 10 days from now, I’m going to be laid on a table, wearing a mask (admittedly plastic, not metal) while a machine does interesting things to my mind. Who me, imagine being turned into a robot by it, as if I would? But seemingly it would need to be a robot with a sweet tooth, lol.

OK, video time. No, not the obvious Archies song, but a Sinatra, though not Frank. Yes, I would love those boots, and the outfit, when I was much younger, well, maybe…?