and without so much as a whimper or a nod, shameless as can be, our hero alters the flow of the babble ever so slightly and calls it another entry, for all the words are the same, after all, just pouring from one side of the head to the other endlessly repeating themselves and each other (and you and me)...

and as the mars volta carry this really distorted distended (and bloated) body across the cd cover (not mine, i mean, i'm not even close to there, but the reminder is appreciated just the same, not to mention the ears filled with stimulation) and the red, orange, and yellow bits of papaya slithers down the esophagas, another strange and wonderful night begins midstream with our hero waking after turning in early as the body requested and oooo, the feeling is almost just right (if only the bloat was not so ever present, aye?) and so much better than the average 2am stumble out of the typical night spot with nothing but a soon to be pounding head to keep you company as you hope for a few hours sleep before the rush of the normal daily routine...

was that one sentence?...

well, the fact is and remains and will always be unless you change it, you don't know what you're missing in the never ending time traveling life you're missing, but i'm here to tell you all about it for posterity's sake, cuz posterity cares, you know that don't you?... just look at how it's taken care of the greeks and romans and jesus, yup, posterity cares about the people who write a lot... or people who have a lot written about them... yeah, that's it, posterity cares about the words... deeply and truly and madly, posterity cares about the words and what's more, posterity cares about the people who care for the words... and hey, i care about words... and for the words too... me and posterity have a lot in common...

nobody knows we're there (oooo, slipped that one right by you, aye?)...

if you are wondering what, or why, or where and when, even, or anything, for that matter, or this, even, no worries, we'll be on to a completely different irreverent and confusing series of almost topics any moment now and you can relieve yourself as you please during the intermission... or overture... or anytime, you are the one deciding when and how to care, after all... pay attention, it's your life, after all...

so stopping by the real for a moment, or at least stepping closer to it with these words, another day at the workplace and accomplishments (and confessions right here, shhhh, don't pay attention, it's not your life, after all) galore, though still not as much as if i had a laptop there, so their loss cuz my productivity goes down every month (and everybody thinks it's going up and tells me to tone it down, streamline, and all that great supportive encouragement most misunderstood geniuses get... see, the trick is that i've laid a lot of groundwork with spreadsheets and databases and can spit out reports that baffle just about everybody, so they think i'm doing a lot of work, and i am, but just not what i could be doing in less time with the right equipment...

it is still a lot, but i'm fast, i tells ya, a regular wiz kid... and i'm getting two part time assistants trained in dazzling fashion (they are training each other) while i am doing the meetings and fancy dancing and enjoying the autonomy and growing respect, however begrudgingly given, and don't look now, but any day now i just may rock the boat just to see who stands up and points fingers at who should be the first to fall out (you do see the irony of standing up and getting over-excited in a boat already rocking, don'tcha?).... people really do not understand the humor of irreverence too well, especially when they are afraid of their shadows, as so many are... shadows can be so amusing, if they only knew...

so anyway, i hope you shared a good night with someone you love and if not, well, i hope you prefer to sleep alone and if not, well, i hope you find someone you are comfortable sleeping with soon, and if not, i hope you made the best of your love, your dreams, and your time alone...

so what can we say (or what shall you say, cuz it is your turn, isn't it?... well?... we're waiting)

. . . o O ( . . . and if it takes forever . . . ) O o . . .

ahem, yeah, well anyway, what's all this about all the words poured out all over the place without any real focus or drive (yes, even if you found all twenty-odd entries sprinkled all about the web during this potentially holidayific weekend), at least from my perspective (and who else's do i have, after all) it was a lazy babbler and only semi-motivated muse this weekend, certainly not any level of excitement to write home about, but then, there's been no home for so long, and that was just imaginary when it did exist for real, get it?... yes, i must say (without the alfalfa hair-do or waggle in the wiggle, this weekend cuz of all the interruptions, but at least the brain has a little more room for the rest of the week or so and hopefully i'll find either the person who can take a mind-meld (which is so much more effective and more fun than a mind dump) or i will find time for an even better mind dump real soon (cuz a constipated mind is a stinky think to waste)... omigosh, did somebody actually say that?>..

continuing as if nothing really happened, cuz, as you may well know, it didn't, historically (and hysterically), december has always been a good month for the babbler (and the heart of the matter), though i must make time as activities are too readily available if i do not get a little selfish with my me time, ya know?...

i leave you here and now, for the moment, with lots of words for you to catch up on in at least a dozen different places and even more pages, if you find the time... i doubt anyone ever will, except the few who do, and loved you are for the efforts, but if not, maybe next life... and if you happen to bump into someone who you might think can keep up with me and is crazy enough to be kind of compatible with me, do give them my number (you, you, you know my name)...

listening to the music, the sheer diversity suggests that there must be somebody out there who has similar enough genes and physical development and mental capitulators and emotional capacitators and thereal connections and the rest of whatever is needed to relate and bond with me, wherever i may be... and while i am not one to invest everything in any one rationality (no less logic), except, of course, love, which may or may not be a dichotomy or hypocritical oath, i embrace the delights and divines and de dreams that the monsters of the board rooms may never understand... so please take much thanks and love and wonderfulness and make the same and more today in your world :)

. o O ( NOTES ARE THE NEW HAPPY PILL ) O o .
(just let me know you were here)