yes, you are in the midst of a week of entries uploded in a few hours, also known as the catch-up syndrome, time is irrelevent, kind of like in the Twilight Zone...

the entries are only out there in the front row for a short while and probably gone into the archives before you noticed they existed, so if you don't want to feel left out (or you don't want those poor entries to feel left out) then click on them right there above or visit the archives cuz this entry will be part of those very archives in a very short time itself...

looking at the date at the top, we are almost back to RealTime� so there's hope for us yet, but the magic of the moments disappear so quickly, like bubbles blown into the wind... don't let them fade away without noticing...

sigh...

sigh...

it's all up to you now...

meanwhile, back at the factory...

have you seen the new mistletoe?...

the catch line is:

the creator is obviously going to get rich... just like the hula hoop inventor... I mean, it's exercise, it's fun, but it also got lots of cute bodies humping the air in public... suddenly everybody was Elvis... how could it not have been a popular fad?...

and now we have for popular consumtion, the a mistletoe belt bucket (or underwear)... "remember, if you're under mistletoe, you get a kiss"... can the mistletoe hat and scarf be far behind?...

what made this morning even more amusing was that the commercial for the mistletoe belt bucket and other sex toys followed the girls gone wild infomercials and guess what followed that?...

bible study...

dontcha just love our cultural TV on Sunday mornings?...

oh I know, blaspheme and all that... I've got a nice toasty barbeque grill reserved in my name in hell... I'm sure there'll be nice accessories to buy to enhance the experience down there too... after all, we're human, we love commercials and buying things...

wait a minute, maybe that's the real hell...

no stores...

wow, what a concept...

anyway, if you've been following along on the trail of entries catching up this week, you've certainly been exposed to a lot of my insides... and irreverence... don't worry, it washes right off with soap and water... no lye needed... I so hope you have something to say (I pay for that comment feature, after all, and how can we be good consumers if we don't use it?... you don't want to be like everybody else, do you?... I mean, just buying stuff and leaving it sit around the place until you trip over it and hurt yourself and curse the day you bought it or even ask how the thing ever got in your place in the first place, do you?)...

seriously, I hope the words I leave out here this week for your perusal did not just fade into the past just because they were all uploaded late one night when everyone was asleep...

I'll sigh now, just in case...

alas...

repeating myself, I think maybe that knowing that I've probably broken every rule in the book in my online diary-keeping, I probably really should make time to read these blogging tips cuz, after all, I do want your love and adoration, dear readers... and I do want to do whatever I am doing here right... there is so much to learn and know to be a problogger...

my real dream for internet blogging is to share the experience with the one (cuz everything is about sharing everything with the one, didn't you know that?... and I know I am the one, but I meant the other one, the one who is outside of my head and body in another head and body and yet, shares everything because we are of the same wavelength, cosmic flow, anima, or whatever...

but this public blogging experience, this exposure of everything, this is such fun for me, being one with nothing to hide... and sharing the experience with another who would know everything and mock me even better than I mock myself, someone else with nothing to hide and an insatiable diesre to share everything with me, that, my dearest readers, is my most stimulating dream of blogging...

a collaborator in madness and folly and love...

and writing it all down on the internet...

I will continue to love this life and the quest for the meaning of life in all it's many (infinite) forms all by myself until this certain the one comes along, but just in case you hear about her, please give her my address... and number... it's over there on the left...

thanks...

after all, why else pour myself into lists of

and if 42 turned upside down is 2b, or to be, then Douglas was even more of a genius than he ever let on, or knew, perhaps, and we should rever him and the journey all the more as we revere ourselves for realizing the meaning of life is as we find it...

as we wish...

of course I've always seen that the meaning of life is 42, that is, life is made for two, to be shared and that's why I've been searching for the one who will become the two with me and together experience the meaning of life...

it's really quite simple when you don't see it as math...

oh course my reading is 4 2, four two, as opposed to 42, forty two, which leads to one decidedly British view that the meaning of life is for tea too, which can be quite comforting for traditional Brits who still take their tea around 4 in the afternoon each day...

this decidely British view does not usurp my for two theory as ideally sharing life, the universe, and everything is the blissful meaning of life and so sharing the tea just makes it more stimulating and relaxing, simultaneously, of course...

I will, at this point, mention my beloved LadeeLeroy again and encourage all of you to delve into her LadeeLeroy archives and bask in the unique splendor of her thoughts and imagination (with occasional breathtaking snips of life)... without her, life these last few years at Dland would have been much less beautiful...

and if you're all done reading about the kittens on Mars, you could move on to this list, which I intend to get to just as soon as I find them at the library and find time and maybe find on CD and find time to listen or bump into the authors or someone who's read them and ask them to tell me about them and find time...

maybe by 2021...

and then, somewhere else, I found this:

�Man�s mind, stretched to a new idea, never goes back to it�s original dimensions.� � Oliver Wendell Holmes

�The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can�t read them.� � Mark Twain

�I went searching for my ideals outside of myself. I discovered that it�s not what the world holds for you. It�s what you bring to it. The dreams dearest to my heart are right here.� � Anne Shirley, Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery

more favorite quotes... the first two are old favorites, the third reminds me of the closing of a favorite film, The Wizard of Oz

(Dorothy): "if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with! Is that right?"

yes Dorothy, that's right...

and there's so much more...

if we only had the time...

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