Crackling Harlean?

But no, before anyone thinks this is going to be about my health matters, you’re wrong!

One of the things I’m now in a position to catch up on, and get inspired by, is the Blackpool film festival next year, which is a bit later next year, not in March, but in May, weekend starting on the 22nd to be exact, and seemingly going on to the 25th, given its a Bank Holiday weekend, so that will be fun.

One of the suggested themes for the weekend is the old dance based musicals, though I think its safe to say that as I will then be 62, I wont be wearing anything quite as revealing as anything young Clara Johnson, and the other dancers did, lol. Something fun, and a dancer type outfit, but crazily revealing, not without very large amounts of personal sponsorship, lol.

However, one of the other considerations involves science fiction films, and one film got included in the discussion, Metropolis. Just think about, and even ignoring my less than subtle robot kink, what could be better for a recovering cancer patient than wearing a full robot bodysuit outfit, able to sit down for recovery periods in the seat that was designed for the Metropolis robot to sit in? And lets face it, if a robot feels the need to walk slowly, well again, its what she’s meant to do? And besides, if me hair, or anything else is in less than perfect condition, even by then, who is going to know? Oh, and yes, fine, I’d love every moment of wearing it, anyway.

Of course, if I needed an absolute incentive to make sure I was fit enough to work at the Festival in May, that would definitely be it!

Mind, I might get some early practice of living as a robot over this weekend anyway. The hair hasnt been cut since March, just before the health issues all started, but all (or pretty much all) is coming off tomorrow morning. Oh, should I mention that at the moment, the only wig that has turned up is the silver one? The 2 redhead ones (a bob and a just longer than shoulder one), the email says will be delivered by Monday, but in the interim, its either the almost bald (or actually bald) robot look, or a silver wig, so well…? I have some old (and I mean as in over 10 years old) silver Lycra type suits that might also get used at weekend, assuming I can still get into them of course? No, as far as I know, I’m not going out at the weekend, and Lycra isnt going to work for outdoor wear at my age, but indoors…

As far as I know, after tomorrow the next time I need to venture out is a week today, for the meet the team get together in Leeds hospital. It was also going to be meet the blonde wig day, but that is now on 29th, as its a day that suits the team providing it, after a phone call this morning. Oh, we got there on call 3, they’d been given the wrong Christian name, so twice said Julie, but she eventually worked out it was me, rang me back, and then… Fine, I’ll settle for one of the redhead wigs on the 24th, lol, unless someone wants to dare me, with a sponsorship payment?

No, despite the subject matter, its not a certain Queen video. Yes, there is a big clue in the blog title though.

 

 

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So robot?

OK, lets start off with the amusing moment today, the first of my wig ‘collection’ arrived today, the cheapest I’m buying (though NHS backed one will be free, as on benefits), the silver bob wig. In truth, its what you would expect for £7, or there about, it will do fine as a fun wig, but its not going to win any prizes for quality, thats for sure. I was actually going to put it on today, and see if Eric (the landlord) even noticed, but because my hair hasnt been cut for just over 7 months, its now too long for a bob length wig, and too full for a wig to sit over it, so never mind… But yes, I will have to wait for the better quality redhead wigs to arrive in next few days, before getting shorn of hair, for sure. The last, the blonde bob wig, care of NHS/McMillan Cancer service, not until the 24th, when next on a definite visit to Leeds hospital before radiotherapy begins, as meeting team treating me that day. In theory I have a Occupational Therapy session before then, but as I dont yet have the rearranged date for that, taken the safe option on date.

I could go to my usual hairdresser round the corner, and get my hair done by her, but in truth, the weather around here recently has been wetter than what Noah faced aboard the Ark, and also, despite my mobility improving slightly lately, its not perfect, and is about 400-600 yards each way, so probably beyond me at the moment. 100-200 yards to the post box, yes, can now manage, but hairdresser far…?

The thing is, I was thinking that I was only likely to do the full robot look indoors with the wig, in which case a new (all my current ones are old, and in less than perfect condition) shiny Zentai/Lycra suit would have been fine, as figure hugging wouldnt matter all that much, but then someone suggested I should go outside, a la robot, and fine, that sort of challenge to an actress like me, oh please…how can I resist?

Snag is, at 61, with a bit of middle aged tummy, going out, even to the front gate, let alone further, in a figure hugging outfit, well…? Oh fine, I joke about wearing a latex catsuit, and would in private, given the chance, but winter is coming, and that would be in public, so… Dont get me wrong, I’ll do it, in the right robot suit, but something like that needs something not figure hugging, and at this time of year, probably with some lining too, all of which is going to be far more complex to get, to put it mildly. But if I can find, or be provided with such an item, oh yes, would be great fun to do.

I have to admit it, my friend Angie posted a great picture of a 6 ft tall beaver suit this morning, full body enclosing, which looked great fun. Now, if that had been a similar suit, in robot look, I might have been tempted, even at a price I really, really cant afford, but anyway… Still, if anyone knows of such a robot suit, in the UK, then please, an old lady, even if just to wear it once, well…?

Right, video time. I actually have a Police (pop group) story I can tell, that might amuse some. Back around 1979 (judging by singles discography) some friends of mine at the time were asked to be the band for one of those singers (cant remember who) who could sing, but had no touring band to do a few little concerts, which they did. The thing is, for reasons best known to the promoters, the last concert was an outdoor one in Inverness, so they were looking for a band to play a short set before the star turn, and my friends were asked if they knew anyone who might be interested in doing so. Well, they’d worked with this group who had released 2 or 3 singles previously, with little to no chart success (highest reached 42), called, yes, you’ve guessed it, Police.

Concert was done, Roxanne was re-released, got to number 12 in the charts second time round, and the rest was history! This isnt Roxanne, but one of those other early singles, with a one word tweak for the blog title, lol

 

 

I can imagine my destinations

To be honest, its worked out for the best that I had the taxi drive home from hell yesterday afternoon, which meant that all I wanted to do yesterday evening was have an evening watching baseball (though sadly the Dodgers lost, after I’d gone to bed), and not writing up blogs, as I can now cheat, and cover 2 days of news in one blog.

Oh, the taxi driver, no wonder the NHS funds are needed, because he cheated the route home so much, that fare must have been nearly double what it needed to be, but anyway. I was going to report him to Leeds City Council over it, but unsurprisingly, given everything now, I cant remember his licence number, so sadly he will now get away with it, but anyway…

Yesterday afternoon was the day the plan got sorted out, and signed off. I also delighted myself by finding out my walking distance without hurting myself, is getting better, though we are still talking in terms of about 100 yards, than London Marathon stuff, lol. Still, Occupational Therapy in Leeds on Friday morning will hopefully see a bit more improvement too. Other than that, a bit of Speech Therapy help to be arranged, not because words arent right, though still faint, more down to the fact that I have a dribble issue at moment, though even that seems far less today, good news. Other thing is a Social Help contact, to sort out things like Disabled Bus pass, postal vote stuff,and the  letter I need so that work can take the last step for medical retirement process. But as that couldnt be done before I agreed plan yesterday afternoon…

Plan is to start Radiotherapy in about 3 weeks time, for a period of 6 weeks, 5 days a week. Some might be shrewd enough to notice, that the exact start date is going to mean it might be over just before Christmas/New Year period, or just after, no guarantees either way, but holiday period, no treatments anyway, quite rightly. I will be doing Chemo tablets too during this period, and then do a few more of those in the 6 month period that follows too, but only a handful or so. I’ve been told that I need to allow about 4 weeks after that to get over the treatment, and then about a couple more weeks or so before contemplating flying or anything, all fine by me. Which in my eyes, gives me a probable date to do much at all as towards the end of February in likelihood. No promises on date, but it looks a fair date to me, with an anniversary on the horizon, March 15th, the first big seizure!

Just after the time, the lovely people at the guest house, sent me an email re the 3 nights that we never stayed there, saying the credit would stand for future use when I needed them. To be fair, I doubt they imagined it would take a year to get to that point, but it will. So, being the polite, and fair lady I am, I just asked if that date would still be fine to use it. Took about 20 minutes to get an email back confirming it would, so…Kudos to Pelham Lodge Guest House, Blackpool! No, Film Festival is later next year, but there is still the matter of the tram journey I never completed…

OK, end piece, got the call this morning, going to Leeds on Thursday afternoon to get measured for my plastic mask that will be used to direct the treatment to the needed area. Will also have CT, and blood test done on same trip, to give them the base settings they need pre treatment. As a few friends would know, I’d prefer a full face Iron Mask, rather than a positioned plastic one, but hey, its a start! Maybe the latter can follow post treatment, lol?

Right, to video now. One of my favourite groups of all time, one of their very early hits, live

Robot girls writing in their blog

Right, given their is going to be no further health news before Monday (probably Tuesday), and this blog is supposed to be all about a woman who wants to be a robot, lets get silly, shall we? Even more so given I’ve had surgery done on the brain, even if it wasnt of the robot type.

Actually, in truth, currently my mobility is probably less than a lot of these so called robot builds out of the far east, and there are days like yesterday when the brain runs slower than one of those old Sinclair type computers, let alone modern ones, but besides that…

So yes, even if they have rebuilt me (fine, the brain) a bit, there is still any amount of improvement that could be done, believe me. And yes, despite it all, I still have to admit, the idea of a full robot body look appeals as much, if not more. Alright, lets be practical, the likelihood of a full robot rebuild with current technology isnt going to happen for me, much though I’d love it.

But a full body suit, with my acting skills, and my current levels of mobility might be a fun way to cheer up an old lady looking forward to 6 weeks or so of radiotherapy, and the like might be fun. I’m not thinking in terms of anything amazing, though that might be fun, and indeed, if its just something I could have a bit of fun with, between radiotherapy sessions, to keep the mind amused, when the hair is gone, and all that, why not? I’m not going to just post too many details here, but I’m 5 ft 9 in tall, of medium build if anyone wants an idea? No point posting much more, as I know its not going to really happen, but if anyone wants more details, ask here, or email at robotunit8@hotmail.com and happy to provide. No, I’m not looking for a masterful Metropolis look (though that would be fun), just something definitely full body robot look to get me through radiotherapy and the like at this time.

I will say, money, I havent worked for 6 months because of this cancer stuff, and seizures, I’ve got at least 2 more months of limited funds, hence the comment about something basic, and no more.

But yes, if anyone wants to put something basic together, or knows someone who can, just for some silly moments between radiotherapy sessions, I’d love it.

OK, video time. A bit of old OMD for you. I’m looking for something more than the standard Tesla Girl look, but nothing excessive, so…

 

Das Robotermodell

That will probably get a few dashing to Google Translate, or whichever Translate engine you wish, though seriously, its not that hard to work out, is it?

Given that you cant wear anything metal within a MRI scanner, even zips, I’ve started to try and work out what I can actually wear for the scan, as my slacks all tended to have a buckle on them, even if the slacks are elasticated waists. Most of my skirts have got a metal zip on them too. So I’m sort of coming down to a summer dress, or one of my strapless ones to get over the issue.

But I must admit, the one amusing idea that has crossed my mind, though I suspect its now too late to get one, would be to have it done wearing a silver spandex bodysuit, including ideally a hood. Seriously, can you imagine the fit of giggles I could have, sliding into the MRI chamber wearing that? Even if I had to do it, under a summer dress, for sake of demureness? As I say, not sure I could even get one in time, especially given we’ve now hit the weekend, though that seems to count for less, nowadays. I have actually got the old one (no hood), which if I wore it under said dress, well…? Yes, I have got a hood, but I believe its glittery, so no go, sadly.

I suppose its struck me that said MRI chamber is about as close as I’m likely to get to a robot processing moment in my life now, lets face it. No, I probably wont, but I’m not saying I wont, especially with a full body suit, including hood, could I resist, probably not? What me, strip down to the spandex suit only, before getting in the chamber, well…? I suspect the zip on the commercial ones are probably metal, anyway. And no, I’m not going to find a velcro seal one, in a week, am I?

Right, the video. Kraftwerk, and the vocals are definitely live, though pretty sure the music isnt. Oh, and the German version of the song too, as the blog title might have given away

We just need to scan her brain, pre robotisation

OK, if you want the entirely serious, and more informative details of how today went at the hospital, you’ll need to go find the other blog. You’ll get most of the critical details here, with a little bit of tongue in cheek, but other than that… oh, and this has the more amusing video.

Firstly, before we get to the ‘me’ news, I have to post pictures of a couple of outfits related to my dear friend, Angie. The first was one she was wearing at Manchester Airport for a job, the second is from a previous role, which she currently has for sale, and I love

I think I’d rather do the rabbit, but both would be fun.

Right, to the more serious stuff, hospital visit. My epilepsy medications have been doubled, in an attempt to stop the seizures. I was on the lowest level, so probably not a bad move. One week of transition at an intermediate level, then double level from there on. I’ve also been put on appointment lists for both EEG, and MRI scans in near future, so my brain will be ‘tampered with’ a bit at least. Hopefully just to see if my brain is suitable for full robot upgrade, but I suspect that is just wishful thinking? So it will be about 4 weeks or so before I know exactly what it is, and whether I can get approval to fly to US, and stuff. But if its ‘just’ epilepsy, that would be fine.

As for fitting for the fully interfacing, tight fitting robot bodysuit, I guess I might have to wait a while, but a woman can only hope! Mind, if anyone has one, for which they need wearer research? 😉 But fine, I cant wait too have my brain scanned, even if it isnt for anything robotic. But yes, its something pretty serious, so…

OK, the video. All this talk of robots screams Kraftwerk, right? Well, its sort of… No, seriously, its a British comic genius named Bill Bailey, along with a few friends, and an amusing tribute to said band

Spinning around, and around

Right, before we get to the serious stuff, you’re right, there was no blog over the weekend, sorry, but I was, err, otherwise engaged! Yes, had some more seizures on Saturday afternoon, and after 7 hours or so, they finally stabilised me enough to park me off to a hospital ward for the rest of the night. Gather I was fed a few drugs to keep me alive, but none of the illegal ones, lol! Was released yesterday afternoon, but was feeling a bit weak, so yes, stuff happens.

Its funny, because two subjects that have come up recently on Forums are the Avatars as per Surrogate movie, and Robot Clones from a dear man who knows I would enjoy that far too much done to me. Yes, if anyone can arrange, or even a straight robotisation, please contact me urgently, as I’m not sure how much longer this organic body will last!

But having got that out of the way…

Despite the fact that nowadays we have several hundred TV channels (when I was young, we had 2!), Eric couldnt find anything that took his fancy this afternoon, not even a show about my relatives (aliens, running joke, still desperately seeking a good alien suit for revenge), so he headed to his film collection, and went to an old favourite of his, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

The thing that struck me was that for all the praise we throw on the Berkeley musicals of the ’30’s (yes, they were brilliant), people do tend to forget some later spectaculars. And now, looking at that movie through ‘Clara Johnson’s’ eyes, its easy to spot just how cleverly the musical numbers were done in this. I’m not saying Buzby wouldnt have said ‘hold my beer’, and topped them, but they were pretty impressive all the same. But yes, the most incredible thing is, 50 years on, Dick Van Dyke is still a decent mover, considering his age. Its also pretty much a ‘who’s who’ of British acting class of that era too.

I could have picked any number of song routines from the film to impress you with, but I’m going to pick one where the clever stuff isnt done by Van Dyke, but by Sally Ann Howes. Yes, fine, dancing as the girl on the music box would be a whole lot of fun!