I'll start off by distracting us with an entry that most certainly belongs over there, but shall appear here (at least first) for the time for going elsewhere is not available because un-bored myself (see previous four or five or six entries) be browsing around and reading others (which is in the top five on my personal things to do when alone and stuck inside during a hurricane list)... and then I'll fall asleep to the tune of banging hammers and industrial vacuums and other such implements of reconstruction before any complaints about anything can form in my brain...

but perchance to dream

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sweet

. o O ( cuz the sun will come out tomorrow ) O o .

dreams

yeah, that's the ticket...

I would have left more notes and comments if I wasn't so engrossed in reading for the past umpteen hours, so to represent the comments and notes I might have left I will present the one I left for her referring to this and that and Bob and other things:

maybe Bob needs one (a toy... hopefully that thought is reason to laugh, as I too have an irreverent sense of humor and get misunderstood a lot... scanning back through this curent page of entries, being that it's either my first time here or it's been ages since I last visited {and I think it's the latter cuz the address is familiar}, I noticed a lot of Bob... if he's seeking attention, he's getting a lot of it... but the first laughing that comes to mind when I hear that particular name is the film "What About Bob?"... now that's needy and based on what you wrote about your personality, independent and all, I suppose needy would grate on your nerves... but this comment was not supposed to be all about Bob, hence the parentheses)... now, for an assortment of comments that refer to your past entries, almost at random: I spent time enjoying the links you included (and will probably slip a few into my ramblings, so thank you for your web browsing and sharing)... I still have not seen "Passion", one of these nights... I too have a fondness for Jack Handy's Deep Thoughts... I am always intrigued by someone who reads a variety of newspapers and information sources, mostly because I am an information junkie, but also because I wish I had the time to explore everything more... I found it amusing that I remembered the Alice Cooper song and then connected the first line with a Spice Girls song... maybe I found that scary, musically speaking... I always wondered how one of those calendar things work in a blog/journal (one day I'll get software to do things automatically for me, but for now all of my online ramblings are done by hand which is why the designs are so simple)... the image on your page is interesting and I wonder how the effect was created, was it a photo first or is it a painting or something else?... ultimately, I arrived here (this time at least) from somewhere else based on the name of your site... I appreciate and view most everything through altered perceptions, but then, that is the nature of perception and individuality... some of us just alter a bit more than others... I hope you continue writing and I hope I find time to return to read more as I enjoyed my visit this morning... and may that bring a smile to your day J

and then I stopped by the ageless project to search for birth dates of people I've known and lost touch with in this life in the hopes that they've created a web site and listed themselves there, but to no avail so far... I noticed that many of the sites listed there are either closed or way out of date, some with a final farewellian entry... one of them inspired me to think about ending my online ramblings and this is what came out:

I don't think much about stopping (online journaling) much anymore because every time I do (think about it) I end up starting another one (journal, blog, diary, something), which is almost counter-productive to the original thought... my mind is a terrible thing to chaste... hope you are wonderful, wherever you are J

I did find some sites somewhat alive and well, at least well enough to inspire me to pause a moment to write something (before time ran out)... Vince inspires me to think about serious stuff (and that's no easy task these days what with my social conscious set on ambivalence and my overall seriousness set between apathy and self-pity more often than is healthy for the looney toon child inside that I am really truly deep down if you dig deep anough and look hard enough {or can recognize one when you see one in spite of the human disguise}, but enough about me, this entry is about others, remember?)... so go ahead and visit Vince, you'll be better off for it...

then ever so suddenly, I wanted a gweenie... I mean, I am not sure just why (or how much of this is diary metaphoric translation of real life and how much is pure fictional play), but either way I am grinning about finding another reason to grin...

I remember her at her old diary and am happy I found her new one, especially since the smiles she inspired before have only grown larger with the addition of Linus... there is a Linus in all of us, if we're honest enough to look deep enough...

it amazes me how long I can be here at Dland and not find people like marn, or marn herself, for that matter... flipping back to her beginning and then reading other random entries I find there's so much heart and inspiration and realness there that I just want to hug her and pretend we've been friends forever...

I am considering writing a bio to join these other fools (and thoust not tame me for a million years) who are trying to stay in the habit of going nowhere, but I haven't actually gotten around to feeling clever enough to write yet another public intro of few words or less... until then, you may remember (or be reminded right now) that I keep track of my workout madness over here and I ramble on about it here and here (currently being on page two of that rambling notes about workout thing I do)... first I oughta return to the gym though, huh?...

and just because I passed through and have run out of time (aren't they the lucky ones) for specific commentary (banal or otherwise), I wave a quick hello and mention the following people with as much love as they can stand (my love is intense, people, face it, that's why I am such a loner these days, don't want to scare anyone or anything, ya know) cuz some of them deserve it and some deserve more and some have even written books (or created art) and every one of them have done something worth knowing about (even if it's just juggling and not dropping the arts and crafts of survival), so go ahead and know about them... thank you for giving me things to do 'tween the raindrops...

and then (shhhh, for there be giants), if just in a moment (deep breath), I was swept to a point where I left myself long ago (and secret whispers on the wind), a time when I could hear my story in my own mind and read it because I lived it consciously in every moment and... and... in my reply (there's a song cue if you know what I mean) to this all I could say was:

my story was stolen (literally and figuratively) and I wander around it now, wondering if I will ever write it again and how it might turn out this time (as time changes everything, including memory)... as sad as that might seem (and it may be), it's strangely exciting to me (but then, I have long known how to make what is, at least for me, sweet lemonade out of the sourest of lemons)... trouble is, if I have too much patience my penchance for procrastination might let me die before it's...

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(just let me know you were here)