is time really telling us a story?
NOTE: if you came for the brief update of life offline (which is what this blog is intended to provide for those who care to know), skip to the last paragraph... if you have endless time to sift through my never ending stream of consciousness (understanding that consciousness does not always infer coherence or any sense at all, for that matter), then proceed along in your reading as if this paragraph was never here...
meanwhile, this keeping in touch thing with up to the moment updates on my whereabouts is obviously not working for a number of reasons, the first being that I am not actually posting up to the mmoment updates of my whereabouts and goings-ons, am I?...
another reason (which would make the number two, at least so far) is that I am not at all certain that those interested in my momentary whereabouts and shenanigans are even aware of this blog (assuming there are people in this world who are interested in my momentary whereabouts and shenanigans... shhhh, I am practicing thinking positive) so I don't know if those hypothetical concerned citizens are even out there reading...
raising the reason total to a grand old three (though this could be considered one "a" by all standards of outlining and convention I suppose), since I am not in the habit of keeping a window to this blog open at all times partly because I am less organized than I might be if I thought about organizing (but also and mostly, even, because this computer can not handle too many windows open and it crashes almost hourly when in use), which leads to the point that I am not browsing around leaving comments regularly and therefore not making too many people aware of this blog...
yes, so, all that analysis aside, I still intend to investigate wordpress and mindsay even as I seem to be continuing in less than an up to date fashion here and eventually intend to get a grown up computer that can keep a constant window open to a momentary blog (but then, that grown up computer could handle instant messaging software and the point of the momentary keep in touch blog might be lost and is it all too confusing to even deal with?)...
as you see, I remain full of asides...
and obviously I am having a bit of trouble actually getting brief and to the point, huh?... well, that's why I babble elsewhere most of the time... cuz my brevity takes more effort than my babble and as Morris astutely pointed out, I am girlfriendless and certainly would benefit from a partner in crime (or is it life?) as she would give me a reason to focus on something (her and us, I imagine) and then everything would change...
the thought is still as exciting as ever for me, even if it's all in my mind and the mundane reality of daily life continues to be really mundane... ironically, I did take a moment to post brief and an unexpected personal ad on The Onion (you can read more details about it in my diary), but as usual with personal ads (I have dozens all over the web), I may never know if anyone sees it because I don't check back... I'd have to search just to figure out out and past results have never been worth the time (but there's always hope someone will contact me, right?)...
I didn't actually get to the point of this blog this time, did I?...
ok, since last time I worked (seems to be a bad habit I've gotten into lately) and clicked a lot at blogmad (and if you don't know that that is, it's the best free and fun way to get new visitors to your blog... if you want to know more, just ask or click on the links on the left side of my diary, which was updated I believe), went to see The DaVinci Code (excellent but I think it copped out under religious pressure which is a whole other long post for another place and time), dined out a couple of times (picking up the bill too often... no wonder I stay poor these days), sorted through more junk in my long-term clean-up project around the house, updated my soundtrack blog (which was only several months behind), and listened to music...
I didn't do laundry again I see...
hmmmm....
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