well... how've ya been?... I've been dropping notes over in the RealTime� blog when I can, but as I've said there (in RealTime� no less), I've had very little writing time and practically no internet time recently...

but you've missed me, right?...

yeah, well, before my anonymous fans drop a sarcastic (or biting, even) kind of comment on me, just remember this - you actually came here, read this, and took the time to comment... I'm not sure whether that would be more odd or ironic or something else again, but it's something, definitely something, and something is better than nothing, so thank you for whatever, cuz it's something...

who's laughing now? (note the playfully protruding tongue)...

yeah, well it has nothing better to do, aye?)...

oh, the writer bites the tongue that teases... serves me write if my taste buds went on strike and I couldn't tell the difference between chocolate pudding and, well, something gross that looks and has the texture of chocolate pudding, but I'll let you use your imagination to determine just how gross this might have gotten if we went there...

but I've got entries!...

yes, I've got entries in progress, files of them, snippets here and there and in many files... and on scraps of paper... anecdotes... witticisms... and misplessed words, even... and scattered pages of pearls... gems... oysters full of wisdoms... and teeth, even... and eventually, they will take a bite out of the empty spaces here behind the candoor...

for rhyme lovers, especially for lovers of sappy and pathetic emotional breakdowns and angst whines, I slipped a bunch of rhymes into several of my rhyming places (everybody should have some rhyming spaces, especially if you grew up with Dr. Seuss)... you wanna know where?... or shall I pretend I could actually taunt you by not telling?... you can find them if you find my list of diaries, journals, and blogs and click on the two mostly dead places, the lovewarp place, and the bivalent place (and there's more in other places you can find at the crossroads, but that's a start)...

I have not been to blogmad in many weeks and I think they penalized me for not being around as I somehow lost 8000 credits overnight... not a great feeling, so blogmad slipped on my priority list of things to do online when I finally have more play time for the internet again... but I'll still give you a hundred credits if you join here and let me know you did... heck, you might even be the lucky winner of the big 101 credit prize... or a random number between one and million... go ahead, I dare ya...

I dropped a couple of brief entries (like one a week) in the onion blog, but the initial shine is wearing off the onion as there's no links allowed (and you know how I love linking, in spite of my resistance to putting all the links that could have been in this entry into this entry just now) and I'm not drumming up much interest...

alas, being real and at a dull point in life is not very appealing for a personals site... so I must replay over and over the wisdom of Spill Canvas, the latest band I am soaking up like a sponge (gently nudging Nada Surf out of the number one spot on my best new music finds list), when they sing to find somebody to love, you've got to be somebody you love... Spill Canvas also has the makings of a tear-my-hear-out catharsis when I am ready for yet another profound musical healing along with Mars Volta and 30 Seconds to Mars...

everyone should have a profound musical healing sometime...

thank you, Dean Martin...

and what's all this about Mars, anyway?... you know (or maybe you don't), if I slept for a week until I could not sleep no more, I think I'd start feeling like I was catching up on sleep... did I mention that I broke my bed?... it would be nice if I had some wild story about too many naked people bouncing around on my bed, but the simple fact remains that I fell into it too hard and the cheap cardboard it's made out of gave way... so I keep rolling into the wall cuz the bed leans that way...

thank you for being amused...

and for the pity too...

hey, you could be reading my previous entries which are loosely subtitled more answers to the musical question, "tell me all your thoughts on god" that at least one person loved... wait, make that two... I obviously have the most silent fans on the internet...

Warped Tour was great... even though I spent a lot of time all by myself, I loved the 12 hour musical party and only occasionally longed for someone to share the love of music and displays of obviously oblivious public affection... if you want to experience our experience of Warped Tour, go read what Precious wrote (and be nice or I'll ban you from the internet... yes, I have the power... well, I know someone who might, but be nice anyway)...

and you missed Nebby's birthday so get yourself over to her place and yell Happy Birthday a few times if you have some love to share...

also, send love to the-moo, smash, quasar (and z0tl too), Lydia (even though she ignores my comments full of love), dandy, buttrfly, winzr, anabliss, Alex, sigh, f4, tarkis, jes, seawave, sandyz, pf, annie, christian, ariza, ender, hissy, danger, tim, nici, clarity, nicole, smed, dot, gump, jay, angel, willow, beagle, and so many others linked on the profiles and side bars of my diaries, journals, and blogs...

yeah, RealTime� too...

we've been watching a whole lot of Fuse TV (and not just for the naked dancing either) cuz we're really into some of the new bands who played on Warped Tour and others they are playing on that music channel... we being Precious and me, or Precious and I, since Precious is off from school and bored out of her mind most days cuz she didn't get a job cuz she was planning on spending the summer with her boyfriend who became just a friend on the last day of school... so we watch music videos and laugh at the great debate about whether teenage angst is emo or something like that...

anyway, we watch music TV when I get home from work until my head falls over and then I sleep (on the broken bed) and then, I get back up and go to work again...

such an exciting life I have to offer some lucky sweetheart (or nubile young nymph, for that matter), aye?... besides the wild passionate love-making and assorted goofy stuff, I mean...

well, we've got to occupy our time with something other than fantasy sports (which gets less time than it should if I am serious about winning, so I guess I've not, but still gets a few hours a week) and scratching where it itches while we're anxiously awaiting the shock and awe in the next exciting episode in Rockin!...

I also reminisced with myself (and did some waxing nostalgic too) as I found some thousands of rhymes and letters written between 1993 and 1995 (when I was still so young and frivolous and in love, ah, see the Groucho Marx eyes glance naked and longingly toward the sky) and you can find some of the hope and pathos (that's anything from childish idealism to romantic dreams to angsty poor-me laments as I wandered aimlessly wherever the winds of chance took me {spending a small fortune} in my early retirement of the 1990s just before falling completely in love and moving to Toronto, for those of you keeping score)...

goo, goo, gaa, gaa, and then flash back to 1994 via 2004 as a few dozen rhymes were slipped into the past as the filling in process continues (see February, March, and April), and of course, candora and more...

hey, what happened to that cool aloof dude who was not going to link everything like some pathetic emo kid begging for attention and hoping somebody will follow all the links and read everything and love me and squeeze me and put me in their pocket and take me home and never ever let me go?...

huh?...

or, if you really miss me (or are really boreded), you could visit all the links in this entry and help me figure out just what smush meant when he had the unmitigating (or unmitigated, even) gall (or is that gaul, no, that's France, nevermind) to declare that I talk total bullocks after reading that entry (or something like that) and besides, just what are bullocks, anyway?...

and do I really have some?...

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