as if I could pretend that I did not know what I know, I completed the previous entry (which would be one before the last entry in which I say hello in yet another of my odd ways and you may have missed because it's only been a few hours since I uploaded it) adding a few more paragraphs that were completely unplanned, but somehow expected, for that is the way it is) and slept my happy baby sleep immersed in music, wrapped in the comfort of my big green chair, and here we are listening to a phrase, at this very moment, haunting me in the way of a most welcome good haunt... I need you so much closer... yes, I finally switched to Death Cab For Cutie and that is three straight CDs I have not heard before (I am so very deprived, everybody moan) that are leaping their way into my must-keep-around memory...

and all three coming from a single person, I want to jump up and down in front of her and let my excitement show my appreciation clapping hands and hugging and bouncing around with the feeling and energy that only comes from a few things in this world and one of those things is being turned on to music (new music I've not heard before) for the first time... there can be no doubt about it, whomever she is, whatever she does, I love her...

I shall absorb some music now as it appears to be having a seductively calming effect (there are definitely sounds on this CD, Transatlanticism, that are for my sleep CDs when i finally make them again... and oh, how I wish I could find The Telling's Blue Solitaire again... sign... see?... the seductive misty memories are already returning) and that might help provide us with an entry that isn't just blabbering (of course that might just be wishful thinging, but laughing at myself is too much fun to stop)...

ah, returning to the ground, I let the CD Stack continue to Sleater-Kinney who are taking me back to older girl groups (love that energy) so chalk another one up for my latest musical guru who, just to tease the irony of coincidence all the more, happens to be sending all this info and energy (vibs, man, good vibs) across the Atlantic Ocean, Transatlantic, ya know...

I just love the universe...

before coming here I did step over to the desktop and play with the fantasy baseball leagues, studying stats and switching players around and having fun cuz I love playing with numbers and then Rasputin came home and we talked about our fantasy baseball teams and then I ate something and then I sat down here and just as I was starting this paragraph explaining that stuff happened before I sat down here to listen to music and write the previous paragraphs in this entry, Precious woke and came out of her room and then Rasputin came out and we watched I, Robot and now I want all of the Robot Chronicles made into movies, but until then I may have to re-read them again after I finish the Asimov books I am reading at the moment and the other two books I took out of the library (something new by Michael Creighton and When Will Jesus Bring The Porkchops? by George Carlin...

so anyway, writing seems to be taking a back seat to the movies today... I, Robot was good... and then we watched Sleeper, which is an old Woody Allen movie from back when he was still doing fun drugs, or at least appeared to be, as opposed to his later more soap opera heavy themed adult drama stuff when he was trying to be Neil Simon, Tennessee Williams, Norman Mailer, and Shakespeare all rolled into one (he probably switched to Valium by then)... ok, so I mock Woody, he can take it, after all, nobody ever put him down as well as he did himself...

so I exposed Precious to the kind of ridiculous films the artsy hippie generation produced and she appeared to enjoy it... and you, dear friends, waited patiently for the double feature to conclude so I could return here to ramble on for you... later we are going to see Hitchhiker's Guide and hopefully we'll get there early enough to get good seats and I'll do my best to keep my mind as blank and open as possible even though I shudder to think what human beings might have done with Douglas Adams masterpiece... shhhh, hope for the best and trust we'll get a chance to do it better someday...

in my next life, I intend to be a creative genius so in touch with the essence of the universe and everything that no one could possibly understand me...

or was that this life?...

ah, humor, the best thing about it is that it doesn't have to be funny to be amusing...

and as we all do a collective double take at that last thought, it is time to get this entry started... what, you thought it was already being written?... no, that was just the household computer filling in the spaces between the ears for us... I am back now, whomever I may be, and we can really get serious... music, meastro, please...

but first, a potty break...

go ahead, we won't watch...

ah, back?... what's that on your shoe?... ok, be serious, I'd like to thank you for your patience and understanding because without it, you'd probably be gone (he says to an empty room)... isn't imagination wonderful?... I sit here writing to myself and if I feel lonely, I can imagine I am writing to you and dozens of eyes are awaiting my next word with baited breath... no, I won't sing for you just now, my diaphragm is in repair...

shifting gears now, musically, to Dropbox (not one of the ones I found through last year's girl, just another of the random CDs I grabbed from the library yesterday... it is a definite throwback to the early seventies hard rock sound, at least upon first impression...

I sometimes miss drugs...

a lot...

did I just hear prosthyletizing?... it's not easy to tell these days... I think that if there are to be "explicit lyrics" warnings on some CDs, then there should be "prosthyletizing warnings" on CDs as we'll... I mean, everybody's got their right to express their religions any way they want, but when I listen to music I would like to know if the intention of the writer is to damn my soul if I do not believe in what they believe... I don't intentionally go in for flaggelation like that... I'm not into S & M...

irreverence?... cynicism?... teasing?... serious?...

feel free to judge for yourself (as you should)...

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