serious shout out to timdangerous and his family and most especially his daughter (who is due right now for your get well wishes so get to getting your get well wishes out to her and then come back to read on, ok?)...

around here, previous entries will be uploaded following this one, maybe later, maybe tomorrow, but someday... yes, my mind spilled out several entries, perhaps one for each day of the past week that I missed...

aren't you thrilled?...

oh come on, it's a joke...

I mean, you don't think I take the ego trip thing seriously, do ya?... after all, I am a sensible down to Earth cartoon character from East Brooklyn, New York and nobody really believes my joking about being an alien in disguise, really, seriously, right?... you know where to find the secrets (in the eyes) if you really want to know... until then, just keep reading and making your assessments and judgments and reasonable guesses, educated or not, based on the babble...

in the meantime, this is today's entry... I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it (which includes the enjoyment I found in reading all the people and visiting all the places linked in this entry, which means I hope you have time to visit the people {first and foremost} and also {if you have the extra time} visit the other sites} cuz there was much fun and laughter injected into my humdrum life by the great folk of the web world)...

first off, to start out introspective and personal (but not to remain here, for I am feeling too free and frivolous and fun-filled to focus on myself today), the good news is that deep down the truth still inspires me... I the truth is I so could use the mind/body housecleaning... if I wasn't so lazy and apathetic... or maybe, just maybe, I am simply enjoying the ride I described in this comment (enhanced for your viewing pleasure and clarity, cuz clarity is vital to our existence, you know... and I don't mean clarity25, though I adore her, I mean the concept of clarity in this case, but as usual I digress again, well worth it though, cuz any thought of clarity25 is well worth it, clarity too):

...like I'm kicked back on a sailboat, or maybe a dingy, out in the middle of the ocean just staring up at the stars at night and at the clouds and sky each day and hoping someone in their own boat crosses my path when I feel lonely, but loving the solitary drift so much that I am not lonely enough to paddle towards anything in particular...

ironically, last night I had a really great dream, lucid, no less, where I was laying back floating on something soft looking up at the sky and watching stars move by in more brilliant clusters than I'd ever seen them, like many millions of stars instead of the few we get to see at night on this planet, and they were moving by more rapidly than usual, as if time was speeding up and yet day was holding off...

and then I though maybe it was an illusion, that someone had somehow taken over the world/universe and was putting a star-show on and that's when I was able to start controlling the speed at which the stars passed and the arrangements of the stars and suddenly there were clusters of millions of stars forming shapes and telling stories in my mind, some I recognized and some were new to me...

it was a really great dream and I drifted off into it so I don't recall letting go and anything else, just the wonderful feeling of floating... maybe I was an infant and someone was spinning one of those crib mobiles over my head...

I so rarely remember my dreams, this was fun...

maybe I just want some toothpaste for dinner...

be that as the case may be or not to be, whatever the question or answer for that matter, I find the most interesting and useful information while reading Sippy's commenters (or reading and writing in my own, for that matter, but this next bit is not supposed to be all about me)...

for instance, I found lingoslinger (who has my heart pounding with excitement already), who tells us about gifts not to buy at Xmas... helpful advice, but more, fodder for my sleeping word-monster (who seldom sleeps long, because it gets really hard to contain the rushing river of his babble, you know)...

not to be contrary, however, cuz I'd really like to earn respect and win favors from an erudite and verbally adorable lingo slinger like lingoslinger, I do have some thoughts of my own about these products that might give us third thoughts about their worth as gifts, maybe... for one thing, see (and I'd like to cuz it's a personal favorite turn on, sometimes), as much as I question the sanity of a species that demands a razor be put to the neck daily, therein creating a situation where a movement of a few millimeters in the wrong direction could cause permanent injury or even death, when the safety of an electric razor is available, I do really like a nice close shave (though, on the other hand or face or wherever, I do think some people look better with hair covering them)...

I remembered being on the shop in private site before, just browsing around for gifts and laughs and must admit I laughed at many products there, but sometimes in the middle of a laugh a moment of zen comes along and I realize there is benefit (or cruelty) in most things, no matter how odd they might seem at first... like these condoms are sold as a joke, a gag gift, but what if you really needed them?... no gagging there, huh?... cruel, I know... and then there's man delay...

and to further enhance the value of reading comments, from her comments comes the idea for this little commercial ditty:

I officially copyright that as a slogan and a jingle and promise to share any royalties with Selina (lingoslinger) and Nick (who does not appear to be dum at all, in spite of his spelling of the word in his chosen blog name), since they put the idea in my head...

this is what comes of the open door policy in my brain...

and then, not letting go of the subjects at hand and between the legs, for that matter, there are those laughable products that have benefits, like it's good to work out, keep your body in shape, but there's some working out you might not want to do at a gym, for instance...

some products, even the ones that come with animated directions (that some might consider pornographic, though there's not enough anatomical correctioness for it to be politically incorrect, I think), are not exactly sanitary... I mean, the directions do not tell you to wipe, do they?... I mean, you should wipe, right?... still, it's a great idea, unless it's purchased purely for the penis envy facotr, in which case you should consider therapy, or a sex change operation, cuz you really should try to love each other as you are or change yourself if you can... since both cost about the same, it's a personal preference decision for you and you alone... unless you want to get your parnet involved, but be careful cuz your partner, no matter how close you two feel, does not live in your body...

anyway, moving along to another subject (or victim, depending upon your perspective and sense of humor), I'm not sure just what captain night might have to say about all that or about having to follow all that in my rambles, but here we are and there he is (and there too)...

but wait, I have reasons for you to click and visit...

this was our first meeting...

if you know me, then you know it was love (of mind, since he's not libido's type) at first site... sight too... I am not sure just how I got there, but I think it was in someone's comments, maybe even Sippy's, but in our second meeting I was exposed to the captain's sense of humor (which clicks well with mine so far) and sense of public safety (see his public service annoucement video) and visual preferences, which coincidentally included Jessica Alba's buns (named so there can be no missing the sex in this entry, for one of my favorite and most devoted readers who I love to tease, happy now?), another syncronicitous connection if you've read and clicked on the links in the last couple of entries (and I must check out sherocker and flowerchild when I have time and more free memory on this computer {there are ten open windows at the moment and I risk crash, which happens several times a day, at least, if I continue opening more, especially multipedia enhanced sites} cuz I heard music {for a few moments, until the computer went crash} on one of those sites)...

I love the way he lets us in on insights into his character and music and the way his political profile sits there all exposed right next to Jessica Alba's buns...

he's obviously a great artist...

I can hardly wait to see what happens at hellcatrock, which is, buy the way, under construction so you'll get a search page if you click on it today, but then, at some future date, who knows what you'll get and you may not be reading this today, that today being the date I upload it (as opposed to the date I wrote this) and your today, at the moment you are reading this, might be another today when the site is up and active and well worth your click...

so what'll it be, feeling lucky?...

I also learned that Fargo has a Fargodome... just in case there is a flood, perhaps? (oh, horrible not-even-close-to-a-joke, I know, but hey, I don't hesitate to let whatever happens in mind mind out and there's good cause for that, history, even)...

the excitement of talking to a dear old almost long-lost friend (interjecting another person here, yet another person who's head I invaded before she was old enough to know better who still finds reason to keep in touch, which does wonders for my self-esteem and ego and ability to feel wonderful about being me and right about what I do with words and opening my heart and mind and stuff of dreams and anima-soul-spirit thingy to unsuspecting strangers as I've done all through this life) has not even worn off when I find another reason to respect and admire and want to visit Fargo, North Dakota...

that's when the computer (or more specifically, Internet Explorer) decided it was time to freeze up... probably a memory shortage... or some deep rooted viral plague effecting IE and in turn, when I try to shut IE down, my who system (inspiring the immortal silence of that blue screen of death that must be a sign of Bill Gate's sense of humor, or the devil, or both)... I shall conclude this entry, therefore, if allowed to by the computer, by including the following thoughts on a very talented fellow who's voice works kind of like my mind works... I spent some time listening to him and would love to have himn over for dinner and conversation...

he created one of the the best commercials I've heard in a long time... for himself... and I've got a feeling the longer version (five minutes) would be a lot funnier if you are from Chicago or at least lived there long enough to know the references... I love the way a Joel uses his talent for self-promotion... nothing like letting the product sell itself...

I'd even enjoy being put on hold (and staying on hold) listening to this guy... and if he actually does give away a few freebies eventually, all the better...

and that concludes this broadcast of the emergency what to do when you're bored and your mind shuts down episode of the continuing tales of crime and corruption commonly refered to by those in the know as behind the candoor...

we not return you to your regularly scheduled surfing...

umm, yeah, another one of those typos...

I meant now... now we return you to your regularly scheduled surfing...

browsing too...

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