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2009-12-24 - 1:23 a.m.

as if for no apparent reason


who knows, who cares (I mean, not in a heartless who cares but in a silly cartoony douglas adams irreverent relativity of caring kind of just enjoy the ride, if you feel the drift), this entry may have been somewhere before in parts or whole, but not exactly as it is here because, after all, everything changes behind the candor

I keep forgetting the use a word processing program or even notepad to type the entries so I have a copy of the entries on my computer before sending them out here into cyberspace and there are millions of words poured out here over the years in that precarious position of existence, that is, in the blink of an electronic nanosecond the words and all the thoughts, feelings, and whatever worth there is in them would be gone, poof, as if they never existed beyond the vague memory some few of you might have of them scary fragile, this sharing of words on the internet

scary fragile, it turns out, is a song by butterfly boucher who I am falling in love with in the last seventeen or hundred seconds or so, maybe ten minutes (you oughta know it doesnt take long for me to fall in love with a photo or song or singer or whatever cuz I am easy like that of course it may not last the day, but what a day it could be, aye?) another aussie, which most likely means austrailia is second only to the us for providing love fantasies for my heartthough Canada still ranks a close second and per capita, they probably are first, though maybe canada, but I never actually had a physical love relationship with an aussie (we wont get into my affairs with Canadians at the moment, aye?) so if you are from australia and would like to see if your reality lives up to my fantasy, feel free to apply within

oh so romantic, right?...

so anyway, this entry is intended to attempt to remind me to type into notepad or better yet, ms word (cuz then itll spellcheck for me, not that I pay attention to the spellchecker or rulebooks much cuz I am a stubborn rebel and who loves me some typos, dontcha know) so perhaps posterity and anyone who cares might find, read, and find a moment of worth in these words sometime in the future (which is your now, if you are reading these words, isnt that time thing exciting?) and then Id go down in history as having existed even after this body dissolves back into the primordial ooze

so feel free to remind me often even if youre not australian :)

and then there was this sudden whirl of late night television wind via the browsing after dark and the question must be asked, american on purpose on twitter?... yes, the night belongs to music, romance, or perhaps craig ferguson (who?) craig ferguson (what?) craig ferguson (where?) craig what? huh? this? that? ellen? what? croco what?... farty?... what?...

and then, as if a commercial interruption would not be noticed, it disappeared as if it never existed, just like (who?) and now, re-digested for your purity (and pleasure), understanding comes simply to me sometimes as a similar experience happened to happen to me in newsgroups around 1998 or so (which covers just about any experience imaginable, online, that is), and yet, I am sad that all of the old blog entries (and newsgroup posts) are not available now because there were words and photos that were so much fun, insightful, and brilliant to read (not to mention quite stimulating in every way :)

still, it is now time to include the rest of this comment, which was a comment elsewhere once, because it was written before I could access the entry that inspired it (figure that one out if you can) and now that this moment has appeared to finish what was started before running out to a game-party, there is see the serious part should be respected too

yes, a serious part

somehow, since 2000, i have been very lucky in that nobody cares much whether i write on the web or not (I mean, nobodys paying attention much from day to day, no less finding the half dozen or so entries and comments and blips and blobs I leave on the web every single day for fifteen or more years, often more, sometimes ten times that number, and sometimes, a hundred all at once as if Ive been doing it all along), so in the internet-quiet times when I actually live a busy life offline, which does happen more often than youd think if you did find all the entries and comments and blips and blobs, every week or two I spend a day stroking my own ego and blathering in dozens of entries here and there and I upload them as if I've been writing daily just out of habit cuz I really do want to keep in touch with someone daily (is this the serious part?), preferably in a real-time physical relationship in the same living space and the illusion of writing brief daily entries keeps me hopeful that I still can bond and maintain and serious intimate everyday relationship (or am I just rationalizing an enormous exhibitionist ego that masturbates through words even if nobody's watching?... oh come on, serious, remember?)...

yeah, so anyway, i hope life is wonderful for you (and you and you and you and you and yes, each and every one of you too) and here's the comment (oh, right, with no embellishment behind the candoor, right) that would have been without this introduction (or serious part) had i been able to upload it earlier without being able to read the entry that inspired it (makes sense to me, ask for further explanation at your own risk :)

(imagine throat clearing noises)


Dear Zoe,

Suffering from slow-internetitis, I am waiting for a few of your stories to open and while I do, I drop these words into your box in the hope you might find them amusing, if not stimulating (for some of us, they need to be both to be both, after all). That was not initially intended to be a double-entendre, but feel free to accept it as you wish. In my on-again, off-again supposedly daily ramblings in this loosely public forum of cyberspace, I happened upon an Aussie artist (does html work in your box?... yes, the gray words below the box tell me now that I look) who reminded me of you not simply by nationality but also because I feel certain that you understand deep down, how scary it is to be fragile in this world even as you have an amazing strength and resiliency as well and might relate to the song) because when I think of my favorite people online from down under, you always pop up (fact is, when I think of how cleverly adorable language can be or who my favorites writers are, you come to mind in both cases, but enough needless ego stroking from the fawning fan in me, I was actually writing to complain)...

Yes, I have a complaint outside of the parenthetic tangents... Look, I am even using capital I and other capital letters, which is a sure sign of the formality of this communication (even as I mock myself, cuz in the end, self-mockery is much more fun than seriousness and if we can't have fun, it's just not worth it, whatever it is)... of course my penchance for ellipses remains... penchance?... whatever... right, like, perchance, I might look it up so much for a faux-penchant for formality no wonder I dont publish or have much of a following, aye?...

the mind wanders a bit as I am still waiting for my sad internet connection to open the page that might explain why I have this complaint (Im getting to it), so you can either blame the internet speed of the ATT Aircard or accept that my adoration for you simply spills out into mindless babble at the thought of actually attempting some sort of real serous meaningful potentially lasting communication with you (as if comments can be considered real serious meaningful potentially lasting communication but then, theres always hope, as I always hope) simply because you are that irresistible, in the literary sense, at least

Perhaps I should give up on waiting for the page to open and simply complain yes, well, ok, this is my complaint even with my tongue in my cheek, it is a real complaint so treat it as such (which probably means mock it in public cuz you do that so well, which is just one of the things I love about your way with words, even as I digress once again thinking that it might be altogether too lame a complaint within an even more lame comment to actually be worthy of your sharp wit and scathing oratory or any sort of public association, but self-depreciation lowers expectations and reduces disappointments, you know, so consider this parenthetic aside the cost of doing business, or something like that)

if I dont leave you, or at least someone, at the very least me staring wide-eyed at the words wondering what-in-the-hell-is-he-talking-about at least once in my babblings, I feel like a failure, so I think I just succeeded, but then, I am rather easy to baffle be that as it may or may not be, my complaint (in case you thought I forgot, though I do notice I am forgetting the capitals, so the loving hug and forgiveness and mockery of complaints and understanding seems to be preceding the actual complaint, which may be diminishing the effect of the point of this missive, massive or not, but anyway)

in reflecting on my favorite Australians (and New Zealanders), I decided to link you in the entry in which I mention the sing linked above as I frequently slip random links with loose associations to my babbles into entries, as you are an example of why I love Aussies (for whatever that is worth to Australia and the world) and I discovered that all my links to your myspace pages no longer work needless to say, I was devastated as I linked you more than a few times over the years (and not just in the porn entries)

yes, so in conclusion, I hope to read why you made your myspace presence disappear instead of leaving it for posterity and the next grand human (or whatever species comes next on the evolutionary ladder) civilization to ponder and until then, I wish you more than well, I wish you peace, joy, happiness, and more love than you can imagine yes, all that and a complaint too because you are that special.

Look, a period!... I must be done :)

honest love,
me


no wonder why I never get a response, aye? (ah, could be pathetic, or perhaps a diversion?... a decoy?... a deviled egg?... weapons of mass distraction?... (oh no, not a serious part again?... what?) but perhaps, maybe, e-gads and exit stage left, thanks to my maze-like diversions to protect privacy and secret asides (not to mention tangential parenthetic bunny hops) and the location of g-spots, unless you find your way into my eyes, youll never know, nyuk nyuk, narf :)






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