Why couldnt it happen to be me?

Every so often, in my reading, I come across a story that amuses, or tickles me enough that I end up using it in a blog. Tonight is one of those occasions!

http://192.155.80.152/MonasMakeoverPaladin/index.html

(Firstly, let me say I know this is fiction, but for the sake of the blog…)

So fine, this creaky old lady wants to know, who wants to be my William? I assume it would work (in time) equally well on a nigh 60 year old, with damaged back, so…? Oh please, I could even live with the increased libido (anything would be an increase with me!) if I could feel half as good as that again. I know, at the moment I couldnt even look at a gym without my back complaining, but after a few of those pills… Hey, I’d probably be a natural blonde lol! Yeah, I guess I could even live with the female harem lol!

Maybe, given my past life self, I could have the supplements that turn me into the dancer type, rather than a gym bunny? I must admit, it would be fascinating to know life as Clara did, but now, short of something like that happening to me, my days of being a dancer are long gone! Mind, I think she took all the dancing skills, but fine, I’ll have to live with that now!

One thing a few classic movie fans might note is that yes, I’d have been even more amused if it had been William, and Myrna. Yes, think about it, lol…or try Google, it will probably give the game away!

So fine, unless anyone wants to provide me with a few of those supplements, I’ll stick to trying to work out if this old body of mine will survive for 8 days in Seattle/Seatac next May! PS If anyone reading this can, or knows someone who I can use as a ‘buddy’ on that trip, I’d appreciate it. No, I dont want anything more than a contact number, which I hope I wouldnt need. But lets just say that I need something brought in, because the back has locked up, or somewhere I can just relax for a couple of hours, to allow the (Seatac) hotel staff to do their thing, I’d be grateful. Shouldnt need it, but just in case, once or twice, to know someone is there, on the end of a phone?

Fine, I know, but no harm asking, I guess?

Video time. A bit of a variation on the blog title, but I doubt Mona was saying this. Me, I’d love it to be me, but anyway…a little vintage live Abba

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What a feeling to fly

So now we know the 2 teams left for that great sporting institution in the US, the Superbowl. Fine, the baseball World Series might mean even more to me, but this is pretty big all the same.

Its fair to say that the first team in the big match will surprise few people, its the New England Patriots. Yes, I know, the ‘marmite team’, or for those who dont get that comment, a team you either seem to love, or hate, nothing in between! Me, I’m one of those in between brigade, but only because my dear friend Kate is a supporter of them, I suspect. Otherwise, as a longstanding Buffalo fan, fine, I’d probably hate them too.

The other team are more of a surprise, or are at least if you are a pundit, expert, or just blindly followed prices at the start of the season, as its the Atlanta Falcons. Now me, I knew what their offense could do, thought they had a chance, but if you’d told me that Seattle would be ordinary, and that Carolina would be awful before the season started, then yes, I would have laughed.

But this team has run up points against just about everybody, and certainly impressed me even more than I expected. So fine, I might expect the ‘dark force’ to win out, as usual, but I know who I’ll be rooting for, the underdogs! Besides which, they’ve never won this, only once before been to a Superbowl, so yes, it would be nice for someone new to win, and…sorry Kate! xxx

The video, its the wrong bird, would be more apt for Philadelphia, but it was as close as I could get!

Falling head over heels, but not in love!

Yes, I’d love a full body cybernetic upgrade, but in truth, at present, a leg, or knee replacement of that kind would be more urgently needed, like at present. Seriously, I’ve recovered a bit by now, but the right knee is still an ugly mess, if at least I can flex it now.

Thursday night, not unusually of late, the bus home from Bradford to Huddersfield was running late. There seems to be no consistency on this, you’ll go about a week and a half (current streak) when you never get the bus it would be nice to get (though almost impossible to do in theory), but not only that, I cant even get the one that I have 6 minutes allowance to get. Then at some point in the near future, the theory will flip, and I’ll be getting the early bus again. Been a few occasions of late where getting the bus I should get with 12 minutes to spare hasnt been possible! But anyway, Thursday…

Yes, it was late, and I assumed I’d missed the 8.56 bus (6 minute allowance) one, because it was already 8.58! Wrong, so I set off at as much of a run as I can do at my age, in a valiant attempt to catch it. What I didnt notice in my rush to get it, was four drunk men, not stylishly dressed, standing outside a bus shelter en route to the one I was aiming for.

Anyway. as I was approaching, I heard one of them say, “Look at the lady running for the bus.” but thought no more about it. Well, not until I actually passed them (I’d moved out on the pavement to avoid them), and saw one of them move towards me, and in mid step, felt my ankle tapped, and I went flying, yes, head over heels. No, it wasnt really, just went down face first, but…My hands were fine, pretty well protected by my thermal gloves, but my precious knees…My less damaged left knee took a thump, but not too serious. Unfortunately, my badly damaged right knee took most of the weight of the fall.

Thankfully, my knee didnt take the obvious opportunity to explode into a mess of bones. It hurt like hell when I got up, and I knew it was cut, but…the bus driver was actually waiting for me! And yes, I could walk, just about, so…I got the bus, walked home of sorts, and got my knee patched up. I went to work Friday, despite the pain, and the stiffness, but anyway, by mutual agreement, I passed on Saturday!

Now, thankfully, a lot of the pain is gone. Not all of it, but most. The knee still looks pretty horrid, but the miracle is, its still in one piece, and seemingly I dont have to bring forward my knee replacement op plans, as I feared.

But yes, if anyone wants to cybernetically upgrade my knee, my leg, or indeed my whole body to robot standards, yes please!

Right, video. What I sort of did on Thursday night. One of those Abba songs that doesnt get the playtime it probably deserves.

When all is said and done

Right wingers, look away now!

So fine, its happened, Trump is now President. The world hasnt ended yet, though I have little faith that given 4 years minimum in charge, he might try for that yet. Yes, I deliberately set out to avoid all coverage of the Inauguration, though with a combination of being at work when it happened, and avoiding the news channels since then, its not one of the harder challenges I’ve faced. Irony is, I remember a time when there were 2 channels on the TV over here (the 3rd began in 1967), and it would have been on the news on both here, if not a live broadcast!

I think most here know I’m not a Trump fan already, but equally, not a Clinton one either. I suspect if Sanders, or Biden had been the Democratic candidate, we may not be in the position we are now, but we will never know? As is the way with so many fake news websites nowadays, I have no idea how many people attended the Inauguration. I’ve seen tiny crowds in pictures, but I’m told there were more than that, though not as many as either of Obama’s, but anyway…

Today, what was initially planned as one protest about Trump, and his sexist, racist ways was meant to happen in Washington. Indeed, probably has already happened, but I’m still on news avoidance at present lol! But there hasnt been just one protest, there have been hundreds, if not thousands, all around the world. Probably not in Moscow, mind, but fine, thats getting sarcastic, so…

I’d love to think these protests will make a difference, but in truth, Trump is such an egotist, and his friends on the ‘religious right’ are so oppressive towards women, and other minorities, I doubt it will. Great shame, but being realistic… Still, for now at least, I can hope! To counter that, some people have over reacted to matters, and lets see what actually comes about before screaming louder.

To which: Yesterday evening (my time), and today, there have been numerous people complaining about the pages taken down from the White House website. Yes, the ones concerning, LGBT, Climate Change and Disabled being the main ones noted. Thing is, they dont remember, or dont want to remember that the same thing happened 8 years ago, when Obama came to power, they archive off the previous presidents work. And expecting Trump to have people in place to put them back up, with his opinions, oh please. Fine, the fact that he hasnt even started on replacing all the Ambassadors is beside the point, and probably of as much concern. In truth, he wants the power, without the hard work involved, and everyone else (but his wealthy friends) will suffer accordingly.

So no, I’m not saying those things will go back on the website, but he needs to be given time to do so. Hopefully not 3 years, 364 days, though with him, that wouldnt surprise me! But when all is said and done, USA, he’s your President (unless impeached, or resigns) for at least 4 years, we just have to survive that time as best we can.

The video, one of those last Abba songs, from 1981, very poignant, very sad, but possibly very apt at the moment.

 

Gimme, gimme, gimme, a different apartment to stay in

So yes, firstly to confirm, I do have somewhere to stay in Hollywood, its just not where I expected it to be! Landlord greed, which backfired on him badly. What would you rather have, £747 for a booking 4 months in advance, or nothing because seeing someone wanted to book your place, you hike up your rates 15%!

For those who dont know, when you try to book somewhere on Airbnb, you end up having to request the apartment, and it gives the landlord 24 hours to accept, or reject, or whatever. So yes, given I’d been told which place to book, and that he’d love to have me stay, I thought this would be a formality, but wrong. He just ignored it for the 24 hours, much to my surprise. Until…

Before I went looking elsewhere, under the circumstances, I sent a line to check why he hadnt taken the booking. Back came a reply saying that seeing he was starting to get interest, he wanted to raise the prices slightly. Fine, it was near the top of the range where the apartment option was only slightly cheaper than the budget hotel, but fair enough. A couple of days later, I checked again, to find out the price had gone up by 15%! Despite a request to let me know when he’d done it, I’d heard nothing! So funnily enough, I’ve gone elsewhere! I know, in town, he’ll probably get others who will pay the new rate, but seriously…!

In a matter of irony, I went and looked again. Now, whether this was down before because of a request, or whether he’d taken it down while he did something with his ad, or whether I had just been blonde, but who knows? OK, it doesnt look quite as nice as the other one, but it looks fine, its in an area I know (Just slightly further down towards town in Hollywood Hills area, and quite a bit cheaper! So yes, I applied, got accepted, and am now sorted! The other guy, well fine, serve him right if no one books it, but I doubt that will happen!

Now all I need to sort out, nearer the time, is my ESTA clearance, my travel insurance, and my shuttle. And then, California, here I come!

The video, some live Abba, for which the clue is in the blog title! Mind, if Mike Pence wants to arrange me some ECT as gay conversion therapy, purely for past book research, then maybe I might need a man after midnight too lol! I know, I’m bi, but I’m flexible, if he’s fussy…removes tongue from cheek!

The winner has to take it all?

I must admit, as someone who was brought up around cricket, and soccer, the idea of a draw, at the end of a sporting match just seems natural to me. However, when it comes to US sports, it seems the concept of a draw, at the end of a match, seems a complete anathema to them. Yes, fine, in knock out competitions in the sports listed above, and seemingly nowadays, at the end of that ghastly 20 over form of cricket, a winner is needed, but at other times, its fine for the game to end as a draw.

Of the ‘Big 4’ American Sports, the only one nowadays that can even theoretically have a draw, is the NFL. And that only after a 15 minute overtime period, so they dont happen all that often. The other 3, there must be a winner. Basketball just plays overtime periods until there is a winner, Ice Hockey goes to a shootout after overtime, until a winner is decided, and Baseball, well, the match just goes on forever, until there is finally a winner!

At least with Ice Hockey, and team losing beyond the standard 60 minutes, gets a consolation point for its efforts. The other 3, well you might as well have been thumped in the standard period, you get nothing! And last night, 3 baseball matches went on, well, forever! The amusing thing, I’ve got to see the recorded version of 2 of them today, albeit cut, to keep them within the 3 to 3.5 hour range for viewers. The ironic thing, the longest one, the game in Washington, playing Minnesota which lasted a marathon 16 innings, is the one I havent seen.

Next in the order of dragging things out, was the game between Pittsburgh, and Arizona. It lasted 13 innings, and basically, both teams ran out of players. Indeed, Arizona ended up with a pitcher playing in left field at the end, had completely ran out of available bodies. Not helped by the fact that one of their players got ejected (sent off), but even so…Not helped by the fact that being a National League game, players get substituted quite often towards the end, anyway. I assume the same happened in Washington, though as I havent seen that one, so?

The last one, which at 12 innings, was the, err, shortest, was the American League game at Houston, against Boston. Still lasted more than 5 hours, mind!

All this, because American sports seemingly must have a winner! Funnily enough, no, I’ve never yet been to a Baseball game that went to overtime, phew! Of course, none of this gets close to the longest baseball game, a mere 33 innings! The longest MLB game, 26 innings! And the latter still didnt produce a winner, it was in the days before floodlights (1920), and darkness ended the game! 25 is the longest, with a result!

Baseball, I love you, but seriously…

OK, the video. What seemingly has to be the case, in so many American sports!

Knowing me now, and in the future

Yes, as regular readers will know, every so often I read a story that inspires me to blog about it, or the concept of it at least. And yes, today was one of those days. A link to the story

http://192.155.80.152/VisitorTang/index.html

Oh, by the way, for those concerned, the mind control is only hypnosis, and the concept its used for, is just so sweet. Fine, if you want to read the story, without knowing the plot, go do so now!

OK, you’re back?

No, I’ve never met myself from my future, as far as I know, and given my age, I dont think its going to happen now! Pretty sure I havent got 30 years left, and I certainly hope thats the case at present, the way things are. But yes, it might have been interesting, had it happened when I was younger, and could have moved things along in a different way, if I’d had the choice. And fine, re the story, let me add that I’m no fan of piercings (beyond ears, once), and despite having one small one, not a big fan of tattoos either.

But in terms of looking back/forward at how lesbian relationships were looked upon, and events, even happening now, it makes an interesting historical piece. If anyone from the future had told me, at the beginning/middle of the 80’s, that single sex marriage would be legal, I’d have laughed at them. But here we are now, and…

In terms of myself, my only other voice I’ve heard, was the one from the past, and that technically wasnt me, it was my past life. But as was said at the time, her voice was so different to mine, it was quite amazing. Yes, sweet little Clara Johnson. But of course, I couldnt talk to her at the time, unlike Jessica in the story.

I’ve never yet, considered getting Clara, and her modern day self, CJ, to meet in one of my stories, I just feel that would be a little too weird, for all involved! Mainly because, despite all the crazy things she’s done, CJ has not yet done any time travelling! And fine, given my attachment to both, I’m pretty sure I’d struggle to write a scene with both of them in, anyway!

But yes, I wonder what we would do, if in our early twenties, we could meet ourselves, in our early fifties, and maybe change our lives for the better? Possibly its best that its only fiction!

The video, well, knowing me, knowing me, isnt a song title, so this is as close as I could get!