sometimes comments are more like posts than posts

or is that entries?... anyway, I was lead astray again by those with more sense than I and was sort of lost in my own little world for a while, with football on the TV because baseball was rained out and the home team was playing (UCF, the local college, the seventh largest university in the country, the commercials say... and they won their first game of the year with a field goal with 9 seconds to play) and then I wandered a day late, but still compelled to check out Meg and Dia and sure enough, yesterday was Dia's birthday so I got a little gushy (a little?... gushy?... shush) and you can find the results (if you enjoy sappy mushy rhyming lovey dovey devotional adoration kind of stuff) over in candora and at myspace (links to the right over there caught in the branches of that madness tree, ya know?)...

may the little kids always find something to beam over J

from Stevi Nicks (when she was Stevie) to Linda Ronstadt to Harry Chapin (did I mention The Beatles?) to so many others (Cindy Bullens comes to mind... and Suzi Quatro and wow, blasts from ancient history, no doubt, yeah, no doubt)... and some I even met up close and personal and a few I even lived with (see some of the goo for yourself, though most remains in on paper in storage just north of Niagara Falls... slowly I turn)... and of course, there's candora where dreams really do come true (no wait, that's Disney, but still mostly hype)... the child inside falls in love with a song, a face, a voice, an image, a dream, a feeling that nothing can touch and only true love in the flesh can surpass...

hey, something's gotta keep my heart beating and dreaming and ready to fall in love at first sight again during these long lonely minutes between relationships, right?...

of course right...

and the clock on the wall says I've got to be up and awake to get my license renewed in the morning (and since they'll probably make me take the vision test, it would be good if I could keep my eyes open and focus), so I really ought to get some sleep... and the myspace blog will not keep me awake into the wee hours like it did a couple of nights ago when I was channelling (or flashing back to) Jack Kerouak and Andy Warhol or Ken Kesey and his electric koolaid or some such odd spirits (that would be the myspace blog entry for October 2nd, in case you didn't get a program)...

and of course Edison and Einstein had something going on in their heads too, with or without additives, which only goes to prove that great minds may not always think alike, but they often work in mysteriously similar ways, snatching seemingly random ideas from what appears to be thin air and sitting back as they coalesce into some profound revelation or rocket-science epiphany...

yes, Margaret, it is all rocket science...

so on that note, I give the stage to one of those brilliant minds who can elucidate much better than I on the subject, our own shining light of the night, quasar... may his light always shine... and yours too...

nite nite J