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2006-12-26 - 11:30 p.m.

your humble commenter (part 1)


somtimes things do not work... like the internet... or websites... or computers or browsers... or comment boxes... or the best laid plans or intentions... so the following entry(s) are actually a comment I meant to leave for z0tl and I introduced it this morning and accidentally deleted the introduction so I am introducing it again tonight (and the dates and times are meaningless, as usual, and the entry I commented on may be gone by now because the world is disappearing, and it may make no sense to anyone, especially now that I've re-written this intro, and it will probably offend just about everyone, just cuz it can unless your sense of humor can see)...

but the comments at blogspot would not work for me and I ended up late for work trying to get it uploaded there and I came to put it here (where it's bound to be a few entries, eventually) just so it can be read for whatever it's worth and the intro was so much better the first time I wrote it so maybe I'll write it again at some other time when my brain is working...

yeah, so anyway, the comment is about to begin and just so you might follow along, z0tl can be read in this color cuz as we know, z0tls areshades of gray and my comments are in the usual black and white slipped in between the gray... ready?... here we go:

ok, somewhat groggy, but at least six hours sleep under my belt, so let us see if I can not make a bit more sense of a response to more than the title and the letting go contest now...

Darren L. Johnson has a book called Letting Go of Stuff, if that matters... and you know I've let go of so much material in the physical and yet still dichotomously hang on to so much stuff I've not seen in almost twelve years, having invested $140 squared into the matter as of this very month, my hypocritic oath is as firmly intact as the president or pope...

fuck me, I hate myself sometimes and love every minute of the laughter as I experience (and actualize) the idiocy of being human better and worse with every passing year... ho ho... yeah, I am a hoe for the consumer culture too, even without a thing of worth to my name within reach, it's all in my mind and I promised, better than margarine, sweeter than saccharine, I ooze primal purity in vile veracity all over...

speaking of bobby burgess, he has, it seems, captured the heart and mind and innocence of the elusive and lust-worthy cutething, lucky bastard...

and what's all this about the same cloth?... we're all cut from the same cloth, remember?... we each just stain the material in different ways...

same cloth, different stains...

that's humanity for you...

promise her anything, give her Arpeggio?... did you know there are fascinating bits of rhetoric and redundancy spilled all over the web when one looks up letting go?... random example... even a movie from 1985... I remember 1985.. I went to the movies every week and saw at least two, usually three different movies at the new massive multiplex theatre that grew in the Green Acres (that's the place to be, by the way) Mall with Sandy, who was by far one of the best partners I've known in this life... those were the days...

but back to your post and the reason we have gathered here today... yes, condemnation does appear to be the way of the world for humanity...

did you know that the people of Wallis and Futuna, who primarily subsist on breadfruit, yams, taro, bananas, pigs, goats, and fish, are 99% Roman Catholic?... just ask the CIA... yes, the ancestors of all 16,025 of them who voted themselves French a while back (surprised they didn't vote for Kennedy), the same year the US of A was annexing Alaska and Hawaii, in fact... even though there is a steady migration to New Caledonia lately, which is, I believe, not far from where McHale's Navy was ported... it is a small world, after all...

and speaking of the once king of dailyland, bobby burgess, who lives in a flat on Irving Street in San Francisco with a number 5 on the door (and who moved there for love and now contemplates moving back east to the city of brotherly love, again, for love, and his amazing concubine, cutething, I better be invited to the wedding or I'll show up with a picket sign and a very large condom on my head...

I don't seem to be staying on topic, am I?...

just for the record, moments after typing the last line and then clicking on the Dane Cook video, the screen went blank... the videos completely shut down this old computer three times already, so it's with much asinine persistence that I return to attempt to complete any sort of coherent comment and dare risk losing whatever is not saved yet again by trying to watch you or Dane Cook... at the moment I have no browser windows open and am rambling in the dark... I have no idea whether these words will appear in the Word file I am using to record this comment (after losing a few that might have been more to the point of your blog, I decided not to trust the browser)... I shall attempt to save this file and

what I would have said had I not been cut off a moment ago is that I shall be back, and now I am back... no browser windows open, just the cut and pasted copy of your post and this word file... the things I do for matrimony...

just imagine how many more neat links there might have been in this comment had the browser and video card not collapsed several times... I might have even given away bobby burgess's complete home address and phone number... lucky bastard...

so what did you have to say, anyway?...

yes, stop eating... that is the primary point that caught my eye, even as I feel hunger rising from the depths of the bowels of my subconscious and know there are three kinds of decadent multi-dimensional chocolate ice creams in the freezer... the fact that I put on long pants and may turn on the heat because it is a bitterly frigid 44 degrees outside according to MSN... hell, it's 42 degrees in NYC, why the hell did I move down here?... yes, living in the moment does make for the odd pondering now and then...

besides, James Brown and Gerald Ford both died...

I'll savor the two degrees...

yes, in case you noticed, I did risk opening a browser window again to find out the temperature... and yes, I also did wander away from commenting on the blog again... obviously I am only semi-awake... I actually stood up to wander into the kitchen to check on what hot stuff we might have to heat up and found soup and hot chocolate and decided against both because I realize it is thirst and not hunger that is actually making a biological call and I must stop answering the emotional hunger calls or I will never want my picture taken again... such vanity, I know... and such avoidance, you'd never know... anyway, I turned the heat on and next found myself in the bathroom looking for something to clean my phone because Rasputin just borrowed it to call the Ukraine for an hour and his skin oils are smeared on the screen... I found the nail clippers and decided to remember that I have been meaning to clip my nails the past couple of days... I decided to use a paper towel and Lysol spray on the phone and after cleaning it I noticed a couple of icons on it's screen that I did not recognize... one was a multiple voice message icon and I listened to two voice messages, one a return message from Minnie who received my birthday messages today because it was her birthday... the other was from you, in fact, and yay for you... I did, by the by, notice you completely reneged on your promised Xmas call, but I didn't mention it yet because I was not in a particularly viciously teasing mood as I am barely awake... I am gay, remember, I notice everything... tears fall from my eyes now as I feel the rush of just how sensitive I am flood over me for a moment...

it's 57 degrees in LA and Sendme Ego is not listed... a quite look up says 54 degrees... I actually could not remember how to spell it, having alternated spellings so often... a bit of hysterical laughter followed this realization, which was a wonderful roller coaster rush following the enormous outpouring of self-pathetic emotion that preceded this distraction into the climate differences between here, there, and everywhere...

it's currently 78 degrees on Wallis and Futuna... if only they weren't so French...

ah, and Monty Python rears an ugly British snobbish head again as humor stretches from sea to shining sea in my very scattered brain... but we were responding, commenting even, to your blog post... yes, where were we?... ah yes, the title...

you keep bringing up food and I keep getting hungry... maybe some of these barbecue potato chips sitting next to me will satisfy the salt and water craving at the actual biological source of the hunger (if I wasn't so aware, I wouldn't be so stupid)... I did pull a bottle of frozen water out of the freezer earlier, but it's still mostly frozen and besides, it's freaking chilly in this place... I know, my dear friends in the great white north (and Fargo) are laughing at me now... and all I've got to say about that is - it's about time...

I think this comment just transcended the comment section of your blog here and became a cut and paste bit in the scribble files, soon (or eventually) to be an entry behind the candoor... thank you for the impetus and inspiration...

ok, with some chips in me, perhaps we can get past the title and into the introductory portion of your blog now... but wait, there are a few more crumbs of delicious Lay barbecue flavor stuck to the bottom of the bag... a bit of tearing the bag open and licking solves that distraction...

my first though on your first line... being on time is greatly overrated... and yes, the genius idea just sprang forth, I shall actually respond to your blog entry as if it was a letter and show you how I used to respond to letters when I was in high correspondence mode (that also peaked in the eighties and nineties, come to think of it, though Sandy had nothing to do with it which is why I left, but that's another story for another ramble)...

stop eating fervirginmaryssakes!

yes, well, we've about covered this, haven't we?... in fact, we'll just call this the intro and continue actually starting to respond to your words in the next entry...






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