contrary to the previous entry here, or one many before that as others might slide in if i find the time therein altering the timedatestamp stream of times and dates, which is a game some of us play for no apparent reason, there is an apparent reason for this entry, or at least an impetus more clearly defineable than the previous aforementioned entry that may or may not be directly previous eventually, but is at the moment... and if i haven't lost you already, or yet, welcome back...

yes, to the show that never ends and all that elp and shari lewis referencing aside, i find myself at diaryland tonight cuz someone joined a ring i created here long ago and i happened to find the email that told me of that joining which leads me to wonder about rings and connections (online and off) and that leads me to glance at the many links to the left and the right of these words and in pondering the places those links may or may not take us at the moment (the bane of the internet, the broken link, but that's another story to chide or lament over at some other time)... the last update of those side links may have been two years ago, or more (perhaps five years?... omigosh, time is so weird)... and yet, most probably still represent me or an excursion through my psyche (or at least some creative diversion for amusement or shock value) as well as they did when i first put them there... feel free to find the time to explore and call me up and tell me what you find and what you think of what you find and what you want to know and i will do my best to find the time to share what goes on in my mind and maybe even share a rhyme cuz that's what i do, share and rhyme and appreciation the interactions, random or intimately purposeful, as each one can be as meaningful to me as any other (everything is relative, remember?)...

updating in real time?... well, there used to be RealTime� but even that feel asleep as all the diaryland diaries i've created over the years did (which would be the three main ones and a dozen or more subsidiaries {for linkages if you are curious, see the more blogs link at the back door of my web world [cuz the main gate and front door and so many other thousands of pages of rhyme and raeason and babble and mirth and madness, perhaps, were destroyed by att, the monsters, sometime last year or so] and wander back through the years with or without me}, alas, so long ago, was it all a dream?... maybe i ought to get back to the thought/sentence that this [these, actually] parenthetic asides so randomly [as opposed to rudely, i suppose, but then, that is always been a mater of perspective] interrupted), but there is life at the latest (e)thereal blog i stumble into almost every night for a few lines for anyone who might want to actually know the real (as in offline in the physical world) daily life and keep in touch (where it all began, so long ago, was it... wait, we've done that already in this paragraph, so of course, never mind) daily, even and even more, even, brief even (yes, i learned to be brief, please sit down before reading the previous thought)...

so an email telling me that dontremember joined my candor ring inspired this note which stimulated some of the old kindling the babbler used to ignite here behind the candoor and a look at dontremember's buddies (a habit i used to enjoy all the time as i wandered these dark corridors of diaryland to randomly click on link after link and read) and found secret-motel who inspired this note (and sure enough i slide right back into that ego-mocking centricity of linking every step {almost} that brought me back here as if every step matters and even as if my notes are something worth readin by all, didja miss me?... posterity loves me and my giggling way even if human nerves grate at my words, so there) which (holy notemaking) lead me to atwowaydream who inspired this note (are we lost yet?... there's always hope) which brought me back to myself in the form of that oft remembered previous entry mentioned previously and before as well which, as you may have guessed by now, lead me here to write this latest new entry to ponder the side bar links and let you know the writer behind the candoor still lives and breathes and sings and dances and laughs and cries and hopes and dreams of true love, among other things like peace on earth and beautiful aliens with enlightened minds...

ah yes, still so romantic...

and scary fragile too... but there are so many other links i would like to share with you if i had more time and alas, i do not, for i am moving from one physical living space to another this weekend and i must continue packing and cleaning and it's already approaching the wide awake at 4am mark and i have so much work piled up at work that i may not sleep until march, but still, i am happy i found myself here making the time for a few words of catch up, well, sort of catch up, and i do appreciate you noticing if you noticed... i miss you dear readers, whether you were with me from the beginning in other places or found me somewhere along my way as i journey through the written gardens creating my own small patch of fluff and fodder along the way, your eyes and attention are much appreciated (even if you don't let me know you were here)... i write, as always, for myself first, but i share the words out here on the internet for you...

may you be more amused than confused :)

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