You can’t hide, in prepurbia

I have a wonderful friend, who I’ve never actually met, and given she likes her privacy, I probably never will, even if I make a request on my death bed, which hopefully I wont be doing after the neurologist visit on Tuesday. Regardless of what the news is, in truth, I’ll just be glad to know, and get on with whatever fate holds.

I know her real name, but to you, she’s Heather. No, as you can guess, thats not her real name, or first name, anyway. And no, she doesnt write enough stories in truth, because she’s brilliant when she gets around to it. This is one of them,

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

Yes, I know its long, but it pushes all my buttons, so I have to promote it. Fine, I’d prefer to be prepared as a Stepford Wife, in all those lovely dresses, instead of Prep style, but other than that…

Oh fine, its not hard to assume that Sabrina (Brie) is going to succumb in the end, but its quite a process to get there, and one I’d love used on me. I could do with a makeover at present in truth, my hair needs cutting, and colouring, my perm makeup being done has gone by the window this year (should have been renewed in spring) as I cant travel that far at present, nor have I got the money to pay for it, given it means travelling from Yorkshire, to Berkshire.

Could also genuinely add now that my brain could do with a makeover, and I’m sure Tiffany would love to set me up for one too, if she was real! And fine, I’d love it if she did!

So be a devil, go read the story. Just be careful to avoid the Prep makeover, unless you really want it? Oh, interesting fact, for all the stories that ‘Fembotheather’ has written, she’s never written a robot one!

The video, well you might have guess the play on words from the blog title, or maybe not?

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Oh what a lady, what an act

To be fair, this was written as a tribute to me, so it was going to play on my love of acting, and of my love of robots, but to say this is an acting troupe I wouldnt mind being part of, would be a major understatement!

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

Its short (under 2000 words), so though I’m not going to say you have to go and read it, why not?

But yes, lets admit it, even if I was in a position to be able to leave this acting troupe, why would I want to do so? Yes, oh to sit in that chair, be turned into the perfect robot actress, oh heaven! Would never have the worry of forgetting my lines ever again too! And thats after that amazing transformation process too. And fine, if the Professor insisted on my showing my gratitude in that manner, why would I ever want to refuse? Oh fine, programmed robot and all that, but besides that…

Oh please, double dream in one! So, if anyone is looking for an actress, to turn into a robot, I’m most definitely free.

Sadly, that transformation didnt happen in December 1963 (I would only have been 5 at time), but December 2019, oh please, if not sooner.

A different (but profitable) way to clean up

Firstly, as always, when its not me that led me to the blog subject, let me give thanks to Miguel for sending me this article today, when I needed a good laugh.

https://www.comicsands.com/woman-starts-naked-cleaning-company-which-charges-based-on-level-of-nudity-2634459092.html?

I must admit, when I read how much you can charge to do this service, and have plenty of customers, then if I was healthy, 40 years younger, and pretty, then it would make for a hell of an interesting job! I know, you have to be the right type of person to do something like this (with suitable talents), but yes, a ‘shy, demure’ type like me, I think I could cope! But yes, no one would pay for this less than in shape, 60 something to do that, lets face it! Not that I could cope now, but anyway…

I think its fair to say that I’m less surprised she could find customers, than her ability to get staff, but I guess if you’re the type, and dont care what you have to do for a good salary, why not? I mean, seriously, I could learn to clean decently for £75 (appx $100) per hour, lol!

But ask yourself, readers, would you have the, err, courage to do this job, or would you have the, err, cheek to employ someone to do the cleaning for you. No, you dont have to drop yourself in it by answering this question, though I’m sure ‘someone’ will!

But would I, if I looked like her, or a young Clara Johnson, I suspect so!

Right, just about the most obvious video I could think of, in truth!

Cruel to be cloned?

I know, I’m easy going about such matters, and besides I need to do a suitable blog for her, and this is meant to be weird stuff, so…?

On the 24th May, I went to my Doctor’s surgery for a standard blood test, sort of 2 month follow up on the one done after my initial brain seizures. Of course, not very long before that, I’d had the next bout (not sure if its 2nd, or 3rd?) of seizures, an overnight stay in a hospital, and numerous blood tests done. But still, had to be done…

Last week, just over the standard week you leave these things for results, I rang, they hadnt got them back, but then again, there’d been a bank holiday, so maybe not a big shock? So I left it another week, and tried again today. Staff at surgery still cant find the results, so told to leave it with them.

This afternoon, the surgery rang back, they are nowhere to be found, hospital has no trace of them! As she said to me, they know they took my blood, they know the sample was collected, but after that…? Its probably just got lost, or mixed up with another sample at the hospital, but…was it?

Was my sample collected by aliens, dressed as medical people, and whisked off to the home planet that Eric reckons I come from? I should be so lucky, but anyway… Talking of which, someone recently put up the trailer video for ‘V’, so I played along with thats how I arrived on Earth.

Or was it a mad scientist with plans to screen my blood, so that he could clone Clara Johnson? Well…

Yes, I would say the chances of the latter 2 options is 0.01% or less, but wouldnt it be fun if they had?

Anyway, the blood test is now being done again on 26th, but it does mean I wont have the results when I see the neurologist next week. And does that mean that will be checks, or brainwashing, well…? Sadly, the former, I guess? But a girl can hope…? Not sure how much there is left to wash, anyway!

Video time. You might have worked out the song, but this is the ‘Behind the scenes’ version for added fun!

 

Heading out of, or is that into my era?

One thing that a few people have noticed is that we’re about 6 months away from the roaring twenties again? Yes, I only wish. Jazz making a coming back, girls loosing themselves from the restrictions of the time, and doing just what they want to do, ignoring the old fuddy duddies!

Sadly, there is little sign of a major jazz comeback, though it might be a blessing that we dont have to rely on bootleg gin, and as for smoking, heaven forbid! Also, even worse, in some areas of the US at least, some people seem to want to take things back to the 1820’s, with men ‘owning’ women’s bodies, even if they are no relation of them. Yes, somehow I dont think this wild flapper would be very welcome in the ‘Deep South’, giggle!

But no, seriously, I’ll leave those frivolities to nearer the time, and see how much those doctors will let me misbehave, because of my brain issues, and stuff. Now, those nasty brain issues…

One thing I soon noticed after the first bout of brain seizures, let alone the more recent ones, was that I had a few more issues to deal with in my life. No, not to smoke, and drink illicit gin, if anyone was hoping for that.

The thing that very quickly became obvious was that my already limited mobility, due to the damage to my back, was wrecked far more. I’m assuming that some connection between my brain, and the motor skills that allow me to walk have been wrecked. On a good day, I can do about 600 yards each way, on a bad one, the stairs are a challenge! Seriously, if anyone in the UK has a mobility powered wheelchair that they arent using, or have need for any more, I could really do with one. No, I wont wait for a positive answer!

The other obvious one, to me at least, is the quality of my writing, and the difficulty in putting words together, with the letters in the right order, or tense. Yes, if you knew how many edits I do on a blog nowadays… and these are only about 500 words!

So writing long stories, oh please, darlings, not going to happen! But I’m determined to get one thing done, that I promised to someone, before the brain went bang! There has been an annual anthology for pieces for a fictional city with tons of Superheroes, and heroines, called River City. Over the years I’ve created a couple of characters of my own.

One, Robbie, Roberta Bayport had the misfortune to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and had her body turned into that of a Robot, hence her name. Fortunately she was rescued before her brain was erased, and made a mindless robot slave, but her body was beyond repair. Hence, she became a robotic super-heroine.

The other, quite literally is from a different era, hence her name of Flapper Girl. Though how that still works in the 1930’s, ask her! Or her proper name, Billie, Belinda Nicholson. Yes, she lives totally up to the whole Flapper image, and lets leave it there.

So yes, I can officially confirm, short of a neurological miracle, I’m currently writing my last pieces of any length, and even there, its hard work! I’ve now completed their 2 solo pieces, and now just have one last piece to do, involving a little convenient time travel, where they get together, for their goodbye. Except…the dear fun putting this all together has already got a story put together for Roberta. Sounds like he’s going to put her through the wringer, but I’m sure she’ll survive. He has also used Billie before, may use her again, who knows? And as for what Betsy might do with either of them, heaven knows?

But for me at least, I’m about 2,000 words approximately away from done, as things stand. As I say, they are going to get together, one of them might be time travelling, but not the one who usually does it. Who knows, maybe a neurologist, or a mad scientist (that would be fun) can sort out my brain enough to write again, but I’m not holding out great hope. So maybe then, I can really put Robotunit8 to bed as a writing name, as I’ve only been using it on the Archive, and nowhere else for a while now.

The two of them, walking off into the sunset, for me at least, I’d put good money on it, but I’ll go with the flow, for sure.

OK, the video, a bit of Flapper craziness. It says this was all film from the 1920’s, but I’m not quite sure?

Living just to find emotion

Having done a piece about Pride month on my main blog, I wasnt going to push it quickly on this blog as well, because there are now more than a few that see both. Anyway, a few guys in Boston must have caught my feeling (another clue to the song), said hold my beer, and did something that they knew would get me on the subject, and yes, they’re right, it worked.

As I have said on blogs before, I only wish we didnt have to have all these Pride celebrations, because being LGBT, and all the other letters would really be a simply matter of so what? One great big melting pot (no, that definitely isnt the song), and we all get on in harmony. Maybe some day, but not in my lifetime, I’m very sure.

How much do I have to say? Pride came about because LGBT people needed something to celebrate, to make up for the abuse, and other stuff (especially in the past) have had to put up with.

However, in Boston at least, according to 3 guys, we’ve taken things too far, and straight people now need to celebrate their straightness, because we’re being mean to them. If that is the case, Boston must be the only city in the world where this is the case! Even in the very diverse cities, like San Francisco, I thought we were all nice to all the straight people anyway?

But so it seems, going by the news, these 3 ‘very abused straight’ men have put in a request to Boston’s leaders to have a Straight Pride Festival. I hope my readers are laughing at the need for this, or if nodding your heads, what the hell are you doing here?

As is so often the case with anything like this, some activists had already started delving into these 3 hard done by men by the time I got to the piece. Shock horror, they are right wing, white supremacist, anti LGBT group leaders. I know, who would have ever thought that?

At this time, the request has gone to Boston’s representatives, and they havent replied as yet. I know, rules have to be respected, but seriously, I hope its the fact relating to the ridiculousness of the request, and that they’re laughing at it, to some level at least. Oh fine, I know its wrong, but if there are ever some people I’d love to infect with a LGBT virus, they would be the ones. I know, its coming down to their level, but seriously, the day that white males are being put down by LGBT folk, I can safely say I wont live to see it.

Maybe if we do have this parade inflicted on us, and assuming they’re at home, maybe a baseball team might fancy being the ‘pink sox’, or the ‘rainbow sox’ for the day?

Now where were those construction designs for the lesbianator…? Kidding!

OK, video time. I did think Boston, but then I thought of something that so many LGBT people need to do. Oh, and not Journey, but the Post Modern Jukebox version

Two of us arent lonely

If I dont give Linda a mention here, she’s probably remind me about this the next time I see her, so to save that issue…

I have two ladies who help to keep me in a decent state, one is Donna, and the flotation pod, the other is Linda, with her beauty therapy place. You might have already worked out who this is about, though strictly both are involved.

One thing I have found it possible to do in the flotation pod, is to relax so much that the brain just takes me into a state where I was able to let Clara come through for a while, and enjoy the whole flotation in the dark thing. She doesnt seem overly impressed, though it seemed to be growing on her over time. Of course it hasnt happened since the brain went, because I’ve been unable to get over there. But I always controlled when she was free to take over, and when she had to hand back, and she always did as she was told. I assume, given she lasted at least 8 years in the chorus line, she must have been pretty good at doing what she was told, but anyway… There are stories of other things that the girls were expected to ‘perform’ (naughty stuff), but I’ve never asked her about that, lol.

Anyway, Wednesday, Linda had a space large enough in her diary to come and collect me, run me home again afterwards, and do things to me in between. So I got my finger nails filled, and then the main need, a facial. Yes, I’m terrible at caring for my face, and its relaxing, so…

I just tend to relax totally while all this is going on, in truth. At some point, I assume Linda put a face mask thing on me, and then went out of the room while it done its thing. Yes, a few minutes into this process, I felt something changing in my head. Now, first I wondered if it was a seizure related issue, and then I realised it wasnt that, it was Clara coming through! She did have a bit of a fit of the giggles about it all, but yes, she was enjoying it. I stayed very quiet at this point, because I knew if I said a word, it was coming out in an Oklahoma accent, I’ve heard her, so…

I had no idea how this was all going to end up, and then right at the end, Linda tapped the sides of my face, and I was back! Dont get me wrong, it was fun, it was entertaining, but before the seizures, she’d always needed permission to come through, and clearly then, she didnt! As to what would happen if I had a relaxing facial, massage, or flotation session in Los Angeles, or her corner of Oklahoma, I dread to think!

Oh to be able to chat to her when she’s there, thats all I say.

OK, video time, some Abba. For sure, one of us wasnt lonely on Wednesday, as 2 of my lives got together. Oh, and if anyone wants to treat me, I love Agnetha’s dress!