I suppose the title might have suited the previous entry (which you don't want to miss if you are one of my peoples) even more than this entry, but then, we won't know until we get to the bottom of this entry and then, it'll all come out in the wash... one way or another, it's for you to decide... I just write the stuff...

and ready or not, here it comes...

if this guy really did get people out there in cyberspace to send him more than seventeen thousand US dollars by threatening to kill and eat his pet bunny, then I want some too... send me money or I will... I will... I will eat my left foot... yes, I am so poor and pathetic that if I do not get, ummm, one hundred thousand dollars by Christmas I will be forced to eat my left foot for Christmas dinner... I hope you take this seriously, because I have really become quite attached to my left foot and would hate to have to hack it off and eat it... but that is what will have to happen if you do not come through for me...

the good news is I will buy my left foot comfy socks and foot powder so it does not get cold or smell and I will wash it often so it doesn't get fungus or toenail rot or anything unpleasant... I will get it professional pedicures so it looks great in pictures and I will take it to a podiatrist regularly to keep it corn and callous and bunion-free... and only the best footwear will be placed on it...

yes, you and only you can make all this possible for my left foot by giving generously to the my left foot campaign... be the first on your block to know you have saved the life of my left foot... I won't be so crass as to put a paypal link up or ask for your credit card information, you can send cash or any precious metals directly through snail mail... personally or anonymously... just call me for more information... we can discuss merchandising if you are interested or anything you like...

and just in from the try to stop laughing files, I found another person from Milwaukee (that's the second this week) to inspire me to include them in my babbling... this one has crabs and is proud of it... ah, to be young and creative... it seems appropriate since Workingman's Dead is playing in my ears... a lot of people had crabs back then...

ok, then, over at the jolly corner I find quite unjolly news about the Venezuelan newspaper El Nacional being hacked by some one (or group) calling themselves evil and leaving a message claiming the USA and Isreal are terrorists and that people in Iraq and Palestine are dying every day (which is true)... the incongruity of representing themselves as from the darkside and as evil in order to claim others are evil is perhaps the most telling part of the message... one person's patriot is another person's terrorist... as long as we see the glass as half empty, as long as we do not see humanity as one entity and instead on insisting on perpetuative the devisive religious and political and soci-economic policies and propaganda, then we are all terrorists... the US President scares everyone, his enemies and the people he represents alike, by rattling his saber and threatening (and waging) war on people... the hawkish leaders in anti-US countries do the same to their people and the people in the western hemisphere... hate breeds hate, hate feeds hate, hate is wrong no matter which side you are on...

where have all the flowers gone
long time passing
where have all the flowers gone
long time ago
where have all the flowers gone
the girls have picked them, every one
oh, when will we ever learn
when will we ever learn

Pete Seeger

it's a strange musical evening so far... from Madness to the Dead (Grateful) to Firefall to Heart to Little Feat... very retro, like I'm in a semi-soft semi-country semi-rock time capsule or something... or riding some good mellow drugs... hey, as long as there are hatemongers killing babies so they can get richer, I can be a spaced out hippie in my mind... it keeps me safe and innocent, at least in my mind...

every moment of every day I give of myself, wide open and free, that's me... my security is honesty and my greatest protection is nobody knows just how vulnerable I am... or how afraid... or how full of doubt I can be sometimes... not when I am the giver, always the giver (thinking of a book by Lowry, though not sure it relates that much to this paragraph, but then, who knows)... people think the giver needs nothing and in essence that is true... but being the giver all the time is a very lonely way to be... everyone is my child, but ward, my brother and sister... and sometimes I feel like that little duck wandering around wanting to ask, are you my mother... because sometimes I just want to rest and receive... I think... I guess I'll never know for sure until it happens...

dang, did I just put out an entry with lines of and this is where I wandered this week in it?... I've already got four more lines of links ready for the next one and they are all different and new sites I've not visited before and some are already calling me back... I might not wait a week this time...

I noticed that you are not using Bloglinker... I got all excited tonight because I found four sites that inspired me to add them in one day... usually I am lucky to find one that inspires me to add them when I visit the site... most of the sites joining appear to be semi-commercial or news or very topic specific, but every now and then I find a personal site of interest... I like it because it is so dang easy and cuz it let me configure the list to fit my site... I do not like Blogrolling so far because it is not as easy (I've yet to figure it out) and it does not let me change the look to suit me... I just want to center the site list, dangit!... anyway, check out the strange and wonderful new strangers who might someday be friends on the Bloglinker list down at the bottom left of this page... and add yourself to the list (show me you love me... or that you just want more attention... come on, you know you do, why else are we out here?)... grin with me now...

I also noticed that I am swinging pretty wide on the emotional pendulum in this entry... the beginning was genuine laughter and good fun and then I got to think about dead babies and not one joke came to mind (but now they're starting to, aye?) and then I poured my heart out a little to distract me from feeling for the world (as odd as that seems, it works) and then I reached for all of you and beyond to all the interesting and amusing and provocative people writing and creating art that deserve to be seen and heard and you know all this because you read this entry... right... so now I am summing up and just killing time until the next bit of something even remotely interesting pops into my head...

staring at the ceiling
such a funny feeling

Harry Chapin

I should be doing laundry... but I am getting tired and rambling comfortably and do not feel like splitting my concentration to watch for drips and be responsible in case the washing machine is not quite fixed perfectly...

are you still awake too?...

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