I hope you have time to check out my marvelous finds yesterday...

maybe if I pause, you will?...

there, you didn't miss much... just a silly little ditty intended to send you looking for more wonderful words because there are so many more wonderful words out there (I'm realistic sometimes, but you can tell me how wonderful it is to read me and I will believe you most of the time because my self-esteem is secure enough to enjoy and respect praise just as much as I enjoy my place in the middle of the pack, as daily blog (diary/journal) writers go, when I am realistic, that is... no worries, my massively insatiable ginourmous ego will be back to delude me with grandiouse ideas about my importance to the universe before long and we can all have fun laughing at me with me as I ponder, much like The Brain, how to take over the world... for it's own good, of course)...

I hope you found time to tell those wonderful people you went back to read how wonderful they are... or just said hello and found something nice to leave them, a few words... heck, just tell them I sent you if nothing else comes to mind... they are wonderful people and could be the new friends you were looking for... or not even looking for, but isn't that how some of your best friends came into your life?... so if you didn't leave them a note or some sort of message, go back now...

don't make me sing another song...

I'm humming...

and now that you're back, I will let you know that I have not been writing an entry while you were away, I was revisiting the wonderful people with you... and any of you who even hint at the suggestion that all this was just to distract you while I went back to polish my medal and get you to go back and see it, well, I would never do such a thing...

my ego, of course, might, but he'd probably come up with some clever subtrifuge like telling you about the wonderful people you'll find if you go back an entry and then he try to drive you back there by doing something annoying like singing a bad song or telling awful jokes or farting, even, but since there were no awful jokes or farts in in this entry, we can be assured that I did not succumb to ego masturbation...

much...

oh really now, even if I did, the people I linked yesterday and before that really are wonderful...

you aren't laughing at me, are you?...

I'll try to appear offended and clear my throat then...

aherm, and all...

and now, I'll tell you about Dave, crazy artist, musician, actor, former Brooklynite now transplanted to Glasgow, and all around good guy who somehow maintains more than one daily online conversation simultaneously passes along the news that we should all have a moment of synthesized silence for the passing of Moog (no, not smoog, but the Moog Synthesizer guy... those of you non-musical or younger than dirt may not catch the reference, but once upon a time the dude revolutionized keyboard sound and for that alone he should have fireworks... kinda like the 2.5 million dollar wake Johnny Depp threw for Hunter S. Thompson (see Dave's entry for links) that's probably got Hunter rolling over in his grave to pass gas in their general direction, but then, he did go out with a bang...

twice...

Dave is cool...

what?... you wanted more info about Dave?... well go read him and find out for yourself, after all, I might tell you something completely untrue like he's giving away a million dollars to the seventeenth commenter on his site just to get you to rush over and see what a great guy he is and then you'd be wondering if you should leave a comment or wait for sixteen comments to appear before you do or maybe even you should leave as many comments as it takes so you can be the seventeenth because there was nothing in the rules about leaving prior comments to the seventeenth (better check the fine print) and just as you're all wrapped up in doing anything you can to win the million dollars, you might remember that I could have made the whole thing up just to get you over there to read a really great guy...

yup, swell, guy, that Dave...

did I mention he was a close personal friend of Johnny Depp?...

ok, I'll come clean... I am all excited because I have a disciple... I always wanted a disciple, I think... she may not be a proper disciple, but then I'm not exactly sure what a proper disciple is supposed to be like and I've never been all that properfied myself, so in the immortal lyrical-like phrasology of Fezzik, I will be followed in a disciple-like fashion... I mean, did you read that?... I will be fashion!...

have I told you that I adore the-moo yet?... she seduced me with her sense of humor, I mean, imagine me, some sort of person who deserves disciple-like following... what more can I ask of a friend than coming right up to you on first meeting and letting it all hang out and laughing with me at me?...

well, there's that million dollars Dave was giving away...

but seriously, you all know I am a sucker for flattery and candor (who me?... a sucker for myself?... wow, I'd like to see that... anybody got a video camera?... huh?... oh, excuse me, I was getting carried away there)...

really truly seriously, honesty is it, that magical it thing that explains the secrets of the universe of me to me... and anybody who gives me the sense of honesty (and the vulnerability that entails) just melts me and has me staring in awe... so it's not just the clever ego stroke she left in the notes, it's the way she introduces herself to the world in her words and pictures... adorable, enchanting, winsome, simply irresistible (if you go in for that real true unconditional love sort of thing)...

well, now that I have a disciple, I found out something very important about myself... I worship my disciples... well, my disciple... but if anybody else wants to be a disciple, I'll worship you too... cuz it feels so good to share worship, which is, by definition, adoration and you should know by now how much I adore honest open loving people... so if an honest open loving person goes and gets all disciple=like on me, well, how could I not worship right back?... it's simple mathematics, just ask Einstein...

did I mention that Precious has another box of school candy to sell and she left it, clever salesperson that she is, home today?... coincidentally, right under my nose as I sit here at the desktop?... I owe her five dollars already... a dollar a candy bar, outrageous!... hmmm, maybe she's a better salesperson than I first gave her credit for...

I hear sneaky laughter from the peanut gallery...

well, this has been a curiously refreshing entry... you are probably wondering what is going on in the world behind the candoor, all of you being nearly disciples now... well, not much, which is why focusing on the world out there and all of you has been so refreshing... it'll be a great thing, I think, having disciples... so many to worship, so many to care for, so many to distract me from my dull and lonely days and same-old same-old nights (see, this is what I meant about the curiously refreshingness of the entry... there was none of this whining whipporwill stuff cuz I was enjoying showing off my medal {don't forget my duck, I'm a k'nigget, after all} and newly found disciple and other wonderful people)...

oh well, what's an entry in this life without a sigh, after all...

maybe a cherry lifesaver will help...

so what's new?... oh, been there, done that?... well, we could get all intellectual and let the magical moments of the fun of finding and sharing love pass, but then, we're not that foolish, are we?... no, dear readers, I have great faith in your ability to dream with me (overhead announcement: hopelessly hopeful romantics, please follow the rainbow line to candora... deep thinkers, please follow the green line to the funda... everyone else, remain where you are until further notice... the sorting hat will be available to help you choose the house that's right for you in due time), to escape into the fantasies and wonders of imagination (and odd parenthetic tangents that pop up seemingly out of nowhere and wander in any direction they feel like wondering or wandering, for that matter, in or out of jello molds and astro planes, if that be their wish, for as long as they linger in the free associative thought stream open to anyone with the courage or madness to jump in and splash around), to giggle at the silliness of sarcasm and pomposity as much as the wisdom of sudden revelation... like music... sweet music...

to love and be loved, remember?...

that's what it's all about...

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