how many times and how many ways can the same thing be said and done?� is not the definition of madness not far from the pattern you witness right here?� you may take all this too seriously or you may not believe the author is real� but only you are responsible for what you see and how you feel� and you now can experience another, part two, of the world beyond behind the candoor as embellished here behind the candoor� just like life�

it's really all a lot of crap unless you care�

the wonderful thing is that you get to choose�

perhaps you noticed a few new blogs again?� of course, you know, anniversaries are for celebrating and, after all, what better thing could there be to continue worshipping than endless eternal infinite unconditional true love?) listed on the right side of the RealTime� blog... secretly I have been slipping others into the lists (as even the lists grow in number) , but even more secretly I've slipped a few of my own unannouncd new blogs into the mix (as opposed to adding them to the branches off the tree of madness, ya know?... well, now ya know)...

and another week older and deeper in debt...

it'll still be at least a week before I am actually caught up on all the work at work, which makes taking a four day weekend slightly foolish for a workaholic, but perhaps I do it just to prove to myself that I can break the work habit anytime I want to... no more work until next Wednesday (wouldn't mind that being a Wednesday in, say, in the year 2525, if man is still alive, that is... perhaps my comments inspired by magicflute has my tongue stuck in the cynical side of my cheek at the moment, but that's good for a few more giggles so I milk it�come to think of it, I probably wouldn�t be bored with endless free time by 2525 anyway)...

sweet jebus in the morning...

in walks Precious to offer distraction... it's well past midnight� she's barefoot... went to the beach.... she spends about five to six hours home these days during the school week and less on weekends, being so abundantly addicted to her two best friends (perhaps to the point of crossing potentially unhealthy codependant wires, but it is high school, senior year, and in just six short months summer brings the end of this wondrous phase of life and I can remember spending every waking {and most sleeping} moments with my best friends in high school too... I wouldn't mind such love and bonding again, actually)...

have I mentioned how much I melt when I see Anna Paquin lately?...

sigh�

hey, I could be panting, ya know?�

it was just before that last sigh that I realized that yes, this entry belongs in behind the candoor and shall go there now... and so I did, but first, I include the brief summary of the day in RealTime� �round here just to allow you to know in case you do not have time to stay with me on a daily basis in RealTime��

after work I sat and browsed the web while watching a rerun of Heroes and then the first three episodes of Jake 2.0 and then a two part Stargate SG1 and here we are with the TV in the background and web exploring in the foreground, tonight including blogsearch listible social grapes (and of course the usual wandering around myspace)�

that's it, the news in brief in RealTime� (at least the last paragraph was)� hope you are enjoying your RealTime� as much as possible and may we all find the optimal possible enjoyment, whatever that entails for each of us, one of these days�

and for my dear 2.7 devoted readers (yay) over in RealTime�, just to keep you from feeling bored by reading what you already read and responded to over there, I give you a bit more before turning over the upload button and sending these six entries into the life in black and white behind the candoor that lives and breaths online here at diaryland� and for the rest of you coming from elsewhere too, my lust for babble and devotion to the reading of the rambles��� cheers your presence and hope you find much pleasure and worth in the time you spend here�

and for you dear devoted readers here behind the candoor, I feel sad that I've drifted so far from daily uploads and therein lost your daily checking in and comments� I hope you are well and know I think of you, even during these times when I do not have time to visit you regularly (or hardly at all)� the best I can do is the RealTime� blog on a daily basis� I remember something like this from a little while back:

so I did this and I did that and here we are...

ummm, perhaps a bit more... I mean, what would you say if I wrote posts like that?... would you stand up and walk out on me?... since there's only a few people who actually met me in RealLife� reading this and they know what is real behind the candoor better than words can convey� for the rest of you, may you believe in the purity of the hope and the indestructability of the giggles most of all�

sweet J

and in conclusion, we return to the z0tl continuumb for the inspiriation for some thoughts on the subject of commenting in the same blog as the comment to which one is commenting to or whether it is nobler to comment in the commenter's comments in the commenter's blog, specifically in the case where the commenter deletes said blog entries and the ensuring comments with near godspeed, the duplication of comments is hereby justified by the following comment:

commentaresentarianism... I leave comments to your comments in your comments, but I also leave comments to your comments in my comments because my comments to your comments to my comments in my comments in your comments disappear from your comments before you get to see or comment on them...

yes, well� I obviously have to watch a Meg Ryan film soon as too much fixation on a single fantasy person is definitely not fair to all the others on libido's list and only Meg has the power to slip between me and Anna� at least that's how it's been� who knows when the top spot will finally be filled and therein potentially re-arrange the entire list, but this tangent is merely my way of closing this entry with sarcasm and irreverence so you can go back to laughing off 98% of what you read here because only 50% is serious on a human scale (and nobody uses my scale cuz my scale is here and nobody is here carrying any real weight in these matters)�

and we wonder why there are so few comments�

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