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playwrite27 — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 22:26:40 +0000

This is to apologize for swearing on my prevoius post...and, if I hurt some people's feelings, I apologize as well--that particular post was addressing all the chav livestock who commented, and not any civilized humans out there...which I know there must still be some on Absolute! And it's to you lot, that I apologize.

I've had people be mean to me all my life. I am stuck in a dead-end job (due to my disablity--it's the only place I'm able to work) where people on the phone are mean and rotten and rude and nasty to me, every single day of the work week, 12 months a year (I'm not blesed to get holidays where I work) and I can't do a darn thing about it.

However, I do think mean people suck. I don't need a "chill pill" I need to meet civilized intelligent, compassionate human beings, is there not any of these left on Absolute?

I've written "boring blog post' on my other blog millions of times, and NEVER got the nasty, snarky comments that I got here. If it was meant to be funny, you guys have NO clue about humour.

Mean isn't funny, it is bullying and that's truly cowardly. It's what insecure people do make themselves feel good--because deep down they know they are rubbish.

Mean people suck---why you people want to suck as human beings, I don't understand, but I guess that's your perrogative.

If you don't like someone's post--don't read it, people! Good gravy, you're not automatons--or are you?

I have NEVER heard such awful comments as I've had on here. Not ever...and I've been blogging for two years.

What happened to all the lovely people on Virgin? Where'd they go? Why did I get such chav rude comments on such an innocular post?

I'm sick in my heart--I mean that almost literally, of the mean out there. You want to become human cockroaches and be mean, have at it, but I want nothing to do with you...whatever you are.

You aren't making people think better of you when you make mean comments, you are making them think you are morons, losers, cowards, pigs, etc...why the heck do you people want that for yourselves? Do you have any idea how pathetic that truly is?

Next time, don't be mean,--if you can't leave an intelligent comment here--just PLEASE leave me the hell alone--in the last three years, I've lost my parents, my home, my car, m beloved y pets, some of my possesions and have to live in physical isolation--totally alone-- and in poverty---haven't I had enough HURT for one lifetime, without you ba_tards adding to it?

Thank you for proving that I'm right

playwrite27 — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 17:00:27 +0000

The commenters on the last post have proved that I was RIGHT! You are a bunch of miseralbe cowardly bastards.

You see, the RIGHT thing to do children, was APOLOGIZE for your rude comments. Apologies take GUTS.

Anyone can do the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing is easy. It's what mentally lazy people do.

Rude people are rude, because they are TOO LAZY AND STUPID to be anything else.

For instance, a man has a penis, but so does a hamster. It's how that "man" BEHAVES that makes him a man, or a hamster.

You boys--the ill-mannered one's who commented I mean, you lot are all hamsters. Go eat yer nuts, boys.

fuck absolute radio, I'm outta' here

playwrite27 — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 14:38:58 +0000

So, I come back to absolute to blog--and I get one nice person and two miserable cowardly bastards, commenting on my blog.

Nice thing to do to someone suffering from severe depression. Way to go bastards, why don't you kick puppies and throw water on babies in prams while you're at it, as well?

Fuck this, I'm going back to my main blog, where the human beings are. Fuck you, absolute radio.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out, David Tennant

playwrite27 — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:45:06 +0000

I am often left speechles at the serious frenzy of the DT fan-girls. In my main blog, on Blog.co.uk, I sometimes would post a picture of Tennant and write a slightly humourous caption under it--well, some of the fan-girls were taking them seriously! Even today, a post I wrote last year, making light of the interest some people have in DT's hair, got a serious comment from some fan-girl, gushing away about how sexy the man is, and how much she loves his hair...cripes.

So, I had this fan girl who used to e-mail me all the time, stuff about David Tennant this and David Tennant that. Blimey! One time she e-mailed me nude photos of the actor. My God. He's so walli-peeli (I love Glaswegan), that I thought I was gonna' finish going blind, just looking at the man!

Anyway, I even had fans leaving messages for Tennant on my blog, and asking me for his e-mail address! WTF???

Now, don't get me wrong, I think he's the best Doctor that ever was, and ever will be--and he's so incredibly brillant when he's working at his craft...but, reality check: he and I wouldn't be friends, if we lived next door to each other--which we don't. My only visit to the UK was a 3-hour layover inside of Healthrow, back in 2004. I never once even considered implying that I knew the gentleman--so where the blinking hell these kids ever get the idea that I do, is well beyond me!

And, no British celebrity would come to my area, 'cos no one would know them, and you know how celebrites like to be known--even when they say they don't. I do TRY to convey that to these "fans," but still sometimes get the weird request for me to "tell David" something...totally bizzare, being associated with a celebrity you're got no connection with whatsoever.

I'm a whovian, not a fan-girl. I've not had a genuine celebrity crush for over 25 years!

Anyway, in sort of tongue-in-cheeck response, I started a new blog this summer, called, "Roasting David Tennant"...it's merely photos of the man with captions and fake news stories underneath them...but still, the fans aren't quite getting it.

Less than two weeks ago, someone came on the Roasting David blog asking, "is that a real quote?" Mind you, it says right on the blog header that it's a satire blog--basically, I call it "the unoffical non-stalkers fan club" which SHOULD give most normal people a clue, should it not? And then, it goes on to explain that it's just for fun and not a serious blog. DT fans are nice, mostly, but their extreme enthusiams blinds them a bit, sometimes.

One of my blogs was a flippant look at the DT sex-god phenomina, titled "David Tennant's manhood." It was just a stupid joke., that I wrote in passing, and never thought twice about. Yet, that's the NUMBER ONE post out of some 3,800 posts in the last two years. You would not believe how many searches for "David Tennant nude" or "David Tennant naked" there are--and they all lead to that one stupid post. Good God, get a life, people. David Tennant could make a mint as the world's most unlikely porn star, Poor wee bhoy. :)

Another popular joke post, was one titled "David Tennant: hosiery model--if you don't think DT fans are strange, then why are so many interested in seeing David Tennant in panty hose???

So, anyway, while I was laid up with the flu a couple of weeks ago, right after DT announced he was leaving, for fun, I put a petition online (petitiononline.com/837860/petition.html) asking David Tennant to stay on as the Doctor...just to see what happens...I even tried to bribe people to sign, by promising to post a pic of Tennant, full-monty, on my blog, if I got 100 signitures by 1st december---so far, in around two weeks, I've collected a sum total of...

Ten signitures. Way to go Whovians. Oh, Mr. Tennant, how quickly fame flees. Don't let the door hit you on the way out, ol' son. Just wait, next year these fans'll be saying, "David? David who?" And all those full size cardboard standups of tenant--with faded lipstick smuges on the face and crotch-- will be poking out of bins on the street. Them's the breaks, I guess.

Hello, again. Boring blog post, ignore it.

playwrite27 — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:00:49 +0000

I'm going to try writing a post, while I'm talking to a group of fellow Whovians--who I'm pleased to call my friends, on Skype.

I've got a friend in Kent, one in Croatia and two in the USA--and me, of course....we're all friends, but this is the first time we've ever chatted together, and three of my friends, I've never have spoken to before before, so it was a fatastic night for me.

But then, my headset cut out on me--or Skype :(

We're trying to sort it--my friend in Croatia and me here in the wilds of northern New York state...but so far no luck. It has to be skype, 'cos this is a brand new headset, and my volume/speakers are working A-okay.

I had a rubbish birthday this year--which is why I prefer to ignore birthdays now--not out of vanity, but because without anyone here, it's kind of pointless, isn't it? For my birthday this year, I got a notice by post that my rent was going up in December, and that my internet bill was going up in November. Happy birthday to me. Then, it was announced that the 10th Doctor was leaving...what a cr*p week.

Of course, I got over it, moved on. Not much else one can do, is there.

Nothing much going on in my life. This week I learned out to use skype and joined Bebo for the first time--why, I don't know...something to do, I suppose. I finished a Dr Who story I'd started four months ago, and am blogging every day on my main blog.

And, I still work as a telemarketer...which sucks, but it pays better than cleaning or working in a laundry--which with my chav looks, is about all I will ever be hired for. I'm employee poo, and going back to college was a waste of 60 thousand bucks, cos the reality hit home a while back, that I'm never going to amount to anything. That hurt. But, I suppose I could say that I gave it my best shot--I mean, in college, I got to work in a radio station--for one whole week as part of my broadcast writing finals--, and, at my other college, in 2004/05, I got to write half-page feature articles for a newspaper--a total sum of four--so, at least I can say that I had a shot...I didn't sit home and collect the dole, but tried to go after my dreams.

I just failed...and yeah, I'm a loser...but not as much of one, than if I just stayed home collecting disability all my life, like some people do...although now I'm back on disablity, and forced to work half-time (20 hours a week)...so, what's that say about me?

I hate selling at the holidays...you ring people up from all over the USA, and most of them are such miserable gits...men and women. America isn't exactly a nation of smart, well-mannered people, and that really becomes obvious during a recession AND the holiday season. Still, there are times when I commiserate with someone who's down on their luck or sick, when I can make a sad person laugh or feel better, and they end the call by thanking ME, instead of me thanking them--that feels nice...unfortunately, Saturday, I had m first complaint in 2 years--some b*tch from Minnesota was incensed at me for calling her twice in the same day--wasn't me, it was the stinking computer that does the dialing--and was so busy screaming..well, anyway, the pig with lipstick insisted on speaking to my supervisor.

Now I'm probably going to get called into the office sometime soon. I've not had a raise in 2 years...and I don't think one will be forthcoming--they'll use any excuse to save themselves..which is why we are forced to work part-time, 'cos in the US, businesses don't have to give us part-timeers any holiday pay, sick pay or health insurance. All I get, whether I work 15 hours a week, or 39 1/2 hours a week, is a pay check. Period. No holidays, no sick days--in fact, we are closed for a national holiday on Thursday, which means I have to work on one of my days off, to make up the hours.

Anyway, I'm back on Absolute--love the new station, love the tunes. I got introduced to some great UK artists through this station. And, it's a nice way to relax at the end of the day.

I'm sad...bad news maybe...Firefox 3.1 is total crap.

playwrite27 — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 20:22:14 +0100

I've been trying like hell to find a way to get my sound back on my 'puter, since getting nailed by a bad virus last month (thanks to downloading Firefox 3.1--avoid it at all costs!)

So, I ran driver management, and was asked to double click on "installed sound card" but...there is NO "installed sound card" on the list!

WTF?

life sucks and then, if you're very lucky people, you finally get to die. I hate myself so much some days, I almost envy my late parents, they don't have to put up with this continual sh*t any more. How many more things in my life, do I have to lose, before this garbage finally ends? Haven't I lost enough? I know music and vidieos are nothing compared to losing family and home, and possessions, jobs, car, etc...but Christ! I'm just sick of bad things happening to me for months and years on end. Life can be pretty damn pointless for me, some days.

Absolute radio? Like the Vodka, we're gonna get drunk on good tunes, ey?

playwrite27 — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 20:16:13 +0100

Absolute radio, ey? Like the Vodka ya'mean?

Are we all gonna' get drunk on the great music? I don't drink alcohol, but, hey whatever floats the new owner's boats, fine by me. Good luck and best wishes to them...names don't matter, it's content that makes me listen.

I wish....

playwrite27 — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 19:07:13 +0100

...we'd get a good band to come to my city....what's the next "big" concert coming to the civic center? Willie Nelson. Whoo-hoo. Not.

David Tennant IS engaged....

playwrite27 — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:57:32 +0100

..to his long-time secret partner, Chuck "Bubba" Biggarse (pictured together below), a plumber from Alabama, United States. They've been secretly seeing each other for months. Says Tennant, "What canna' say? I can simply be one of the bhoys around "Bubba," drinkin' larger and scratchin' ma'balls. And, Ya'know, when he's bent over checking out ma' plumin', I do find his bum crack deliciously sexy."

And now, for a little David Tennant humour....

playwrite27 — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:53:38 +0100

David Tennant speaks to Conservatives/Tories:

"Ya' see gents...and ladies, this is a human skull. And, inside a human skull, is usually a brain. But, as you can see, this skull is empty--alas, poor Yorick, I reckon he must have been one of your lot....probably voted for Margaret Thatcher before he died."

Cool! I MAY get my sound back!!!

playwrite27 — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:51:01 +0100

FINALLY got someone from MS support, who THINKS they can help me get my sound back on my 'puter. Cool!!! Gosh, I do miss music! And, my Dr Who DVD's....a whole month without watching Dr Who---that's the FIRST time since June of 2006, that I've gone a whole month without watching Dr Who...yes, I am a pathetically hopeless Whovian.

The music I woke to this morning: The Last Farewell sung by Roger Whittiker. GAG ME!

I NEED my internet radio back! I need some really cool tunes to make my dreary, futile existence livable again.

Hullo All--miss you! And, Thank You Virgin!

playwrite27 — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 20:34:38 +0100

Well, I've been popping in and out, over the last couple of months, giving Virgin a listen, though not blogging or doing shouts, I have been touching base from time to time, checking out the happenings here.

Having been reduced, due to my illness, to working half-time, 20 hours a week--doctor's orders (basically, those orders were: "stop working so much or yer gonna' die"), that meant a half-cut in my income, so something (or rather some "things") had to go--including my internet and phone service. I already didn't/don't have tele, but had to cut back even more, to keep the roof over my head and at least some food in the kitchen. It was a close thing, while I waited for my disability benefits to kick in, I just narrowly avoided being homeless by about 2 weeks, when my govt. benefits finally kicked in.

But, all's well (sort of) that end's well, and it was finally sorted and now my life is (sort of) back to normal...well, as normal as someone like me ever gets, anyway, ha-ha.

I got internet service back in early summer, and have enjoyed listening to Virgin again. The radio stations locally where I live, give you the following choices:

Heavy metal/hard rock/punk (hard rock's fine, but I hate metal and punk), country (hate country), loud-mouth neoconservative biggoted, moronic, George Bush worshiping talk radio shows (gag me), Southern evangelical religious programmes (double gag me), oldies (bad oldies, oldies you never hear any more for a reason), and elevator/easy listening/nursing home music.

Basically, a lot of c*ap.

Being forced to be marooned in a region of musical philistines, Virgin is my lifeboat. Virgin has introduced me to artists like The Proclaimers, The La's, The Kaiser Chiefs the Jam, Coldplay, the Kinks, and others.

And, another internet station here in the USA, Pandora, which lets one programme their own stations based on their favourite artists and/or genres, also has expanded my musical appreciation, introducing me to such bands as: Runrig, Deacon Blue, Heartsfield, The New Pornographers, Pet Shop Boys, Mystery Jets, Morrisey, etc. I know a lot of these groups have been around a while, but I have sort of lead--and still do lead--a very isolated existence...and also, when I was a bit younger, I spent the 80's and most of the 90's, drifting away from popular music, and listening instead to folk/celtic, new age, jazz and classical.

I'd grown up listening to "America's Top 40" religiously every week, for well over a decade. Then, just went in another direction as I became an adult. Now, I'm re-discovering popular music all over again, and really enjoying hearing artists I'd never paid any attention to--or simply never heard of--before. Thanks, largely, to Virgin radio online, which began it all.

Unfortunately, a virus has caused me to lose all sound on my computer, and doesn't appear to be fixable, so no more Virgin radio, boo-hoo. :(

Still, even tho' I'm not blogging on here any longer--and now that I cannot take advantage of listening to the lovely DJ's and their great music mix--still, want you all to know Virgin has been wonderful, and I really love it, I really do.

I know the virgin DJ's will probably never see this, but on the wildly improbable chance that they do, you folks are fantastic! You've got a great job, and you are very good at it.

Also, in the equally improbable case that anyone on here wants to keep tabs on me, I do have a main blog, under my "playwrite27" handle, on blog.uk. My two daily blogs go by: "oldmaid" and "davidtennant" with a ".blog.co.uk" on the end of the name.My main blog is "I ain't afraid of no Daleks," and my secondary blog is "Roasting David (Tennant)."

I'll miss you lot, I really shall. Hope you all had a good Bank Holiday Monday, and to any US readers, have a great Labor Day weekend. Cheers.

Any day now...

playwrite27 — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 15:52:33 +0000

and I'll be off-line. I can't believe that Time-Warner hasn't cut me off yet! Well, ringing them up today and telling them to pull the plug, before the bill gets so high, I'll never be able to pay it off!

Anyway, I found out today, that to get free food from Salvation Army, you have to make an APPOINTMENT for a flippin' interview! Yeah, been there at community action agency last month--sit in front of some bored yuppie social worker, and endure long minutes of interrogation, sarcasim (yeah, lady, I AM loser, that's why I'm here, stupid) and a zillion personal questions, before you can even get a stinking loaf of bread!

Well, I can stand being hungry, but I'm afraid I can't stand being treated like rubbish, just because I got partially laid off and had my pay cut, as well. Oh, and the crap you get, because you're college educated and poor--what planet do these people live on? I once met a former CEO at a homeless shelter, years ago, where I was doing volunteer work!

God, why do these brainless, ex-cheerleader, rich yuppie ladies, whom apparently, are totally incapable of ANY empathy with the poor, choose social work? Why?

Well, I think I'll retain what little dignity I have left, and just go hungry. I'd rather starve than be treated like I'm rubbish--or worse, like I'm not even a human being any longer. Screw that.

Ironically, with my chronic illness, often I have to force myself to eat something--but yesterday, with the cupboard nearly bare, I was famished! Stupid body of mine.

Anyway, I'll be sad to lose my internet--especially my internet radio--in the last 8 or 9 months, I've heard some amazing artists that I've either never heard of before, or never paid very close attention to: The Proclaimers, The Kinks, Richard X. Heyman, The New Pornographers, Runrig, Barenaked Ladies, Fastball, Sarah Shannon, Duane Jarvis, Razorlight, The La's, and so many others.

Ah well, I have 4 CD's here: Best of The Proclaimers, The Monkee's Live and the Dr Who soundtrack for Series 1 and 2, and a new age track, "Music of the Great Smoky Mountains." Reckon they'll have to do, ey?

Well, must get on, working 2 to 9 five days a week, at the moment, and 10 to 6 on Saturday. I've got my pay rate back--but won't see it until this Friday, and it won't even be enough for me to pay the rent on time (again), let alone help me keep my internet/phone. I'm told the partial lay-off (reduced work hours) will end in two weeks--I surely hope so, this job is really making me feel old and worn out--and I get to sit down all day!

With apologies to Mr. Tennant

playwrite27 — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 04:10:22 +0000

I made a joke that last post, about what David tennant was thinking at the awards the other night. It’s not so funny to me, now.

Today, I got to see a video clip of Mr Tennant getting is best actor award. Funny, even before he said anything–I saw the look on his face towards the end, and I said to my cat Charlie–who was purring away in my lap at the time– “He’s missing his mom.” And, sure enough, just as he was walking off stage, he paused and said, that he was dedicating the award to his mum.

I mean, I saw the man’s expression, as he nattered away, and thought that while he was talking, he looked like he was thinking that he wished his mum was there to see it. I mean, I DON’T know that–but, honestly, it’s what I would have thought.

I miss my mum, too. One of the best moments in my life, wasn’t FINALLY getting my college diploma (at age 42), it was seeing the look on my mom’s face, as I was leaving the stage with the diploma case in my hand.

What David Tennant was REALLY thinking, last night...

playwrite27 — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 13:41:51 +0000

"That's interesting. I never noticed that before. This award is nearly the same size as my woo-hoo."