a moment closer to RealTime� to report that the great and powerful z0tl of z0tl fame has declared the previous entry an ok read, in fact, perhaps better than ok and thankfully I thank my lucky stars for such wonderful signs of life from the vast recesses of the internet... and compliments, I like compliments too...

but meanwhile, back in the other time line that was once RealTime� but is now some other time line reproduced here in all it's expanded glory, apparently I lost track of where and when and whatever it was we were rambling on about again, didn't I?... well, something happened there...

and that isn't what keeps me awake, because I love wandering aimlessly through my mind because that's how and when I find the most fun and why my mind is there (or so I believe)... those who tried to tell me all through this life that a mind is a terrible thing to waste are very right, but their idea of wasting a mind and mine were virtual polar opposites in many ways... so I may have been or remain a failure in their eyes and they remain sad in mine and the twins still don't meet, which is why, I suppose, so many drift away (give me the beat boys and free my soul), but I remain and the door remains open and I hope to find them arriving with their minds and eyes wide open someday...

and that does sometimes keep me awake, but it wasn't what kept me awake on the night in question... we were alluding (or eluding) to Kahlil Gibran as I've oft done when I find myself on the other side of the wall and it was then I decided that it was time to bring the RealTime� entry (you'll have to scroll back to the 12th of October, I believe, and no, we were not celebrating the birthday of the white man who started the who genocidal manifest destiny madness on this western hemisphere Earth continent, in case you wondered)...

the football is distracting me... after all, this is an Ohio State household these days (could have just as easily been a Michigan household as a good work friend {we'll be seeing 30 Seconds to Mars together in November} and my former roommate are serious Michigan fans, but Rasputin lives here and I enjoy it when either team wins, so I'll lean with the home team these days) and Ohio State is having a pretty good year... but have no fear, I shall return to continue this expoundation of the RealTime� entry that you can read in it's unexpurgated (or expoundated) form in the RealTime� blog as you wish...

I was concluding that RealTime� entry, after all...

and so on that note, for those who understand (and dear friends, readers, and blind folk who hopefully have a friend reading this to them), I bid you a fine fondue... I shall return over the weekend with who knows what, but the goal is almost always to fill up ever date behind the candoor, continue the daily brief life updates here (I did say brief, didn't I?), continue letting myspace get under my skin in various ways (good ways, I hope), remember to remember the creative muses and rhymes that demand more attention, gardens require feeding and all that, and just plain having a grand time of it in this game called life...

it was a fine evening, music, confession, confrontation, hopefully some getting through some newly developing walls, and even though the hard drive still sounds like it has the hiccups and the old computer is showing semi-frightening signs of being on it's last legs, all's well that ends well and I'll process more tomorrow as I deal with whatever life happens around me...

or maybe better yet, how many roads can a man walk down before he knows he's a man?... still waiting on the wind, Bob?... or maybe I'm more like Harry singing, here I am trying to believe in myself and be a little good to my friends... you'll find most of the lyrics that matter most to me on my lyrics pages, though heavily weighted to the ones that have lasted the test of time... and what it all comes down to, is that everything's just fine fine fine... I've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is just jealous...

or maybe it's her pocket I was thinking of...

anyway, I'll do my best to get some sleep soon and get to work on time too (and I did)... though I don't seem to be leaving on queue (or is that cue?... whatever, I seldom do... just try talking to me when I am awake and feel like talking... you'll find you'll either have to tell me to shut up or just walk away {or hang up on me}, in face) as I often do, or don't do, but that's not the question, thought it is certainly a sign that the question deserved asking because I am obviously not sleeping yet...

or maybe it's not so obvious...

ah, the subtle as a brick art of self-depreciation arrives finding giggles in return (and still does, even at this late date, or hour, or both as the case may be), so all must be well with the world (at least from my perspective), quite alright... and the original entry just may have been the longest entry in RealTime, or certainly close (I think, I don't have a word or character measuring stick going here), for whatever that bit of side noting is worth...

so why is it exactly that I am not sleeping?...

if you are laughing, yay, cuz I sure am and you might just be getting me a bit if you got that... whatever it was... irreverence saves... but we'll save the sermon for the first holy church of irreverence for another day, or night, as the case may be...

and in conclusion (because a conclusion means I might actually be getting some sleep, right?... sleep?... except tonight I am expoundulating, expandulating, and generally making up more words, so when this extraundulation of the original RealTime� entry is finally completed, the actually babbling begins), I still wish I could channel Groucho Marx because he always had some of the best exit lines... being that I seem to be short on them myself at the moment, I will borrow one of his (again) that seems rather appropriate for the moment and mood and perhaps even for this entry... so until next time, dear sweet adoring imaginary fans and 2.6 readers, I sail off to elsewhere on the fine feathered word play of the great master himself and say...

hello, I must be going J

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