tip toe through the tulips

it was yesterday, or perhaps the day before, in a seven way discussion between two people behind the candoor (there, ok, I made it easy) that the world almost came to an end... lucky for us, the secret did not slip out until the conversation spilled over into the comment box at the ever-changing blog of ever-changing names (that is at once consuming and digesting and creating a black hole where once a magnificent blog once stood) and if we are all lucky (and the three wize men ascertain the secret code in the explicitly detailed special paragraphs and hark the herald of myspace), then nobody will ever be the wizer unless they decipher the code some wandering minstrel left between the lines of a recent comment that shall have no easy map...

galloping gozbits, Louisa, enough hints have been left in enough places to sink a battleship... now you went and took all the fun out of the scavenger hunt... but then again, perhaps adding another layer of explanatory notes to the already confusing (and mostly obscure and semi-unrecognizable) map is precisely what the doctor ordered (which doctor, what doctor, witch doctor? what? doctor?)...

and so, remembering RealTime™, I scampered about in the rain at Disneyworld for hours before finally pretending to be old and giving into hunger and roommate fatigue and the probabilities of a less than spectacular fireworks show, so we headed on out to find a restaurant and came across a mid-range upscale Italian place that served up some excellent cuisine and a righteous miracle of a triple chocolate cake and cheese-cake combination that would make even an experienced chocoholic tremble and laugh to see the novices drool and passing on the wheel barrel, we stumbled out to our car much satiated with divine offerings and much Xmas cheer...

stopping at work to pick up my cell phone charged so I could charge my cell phone so it can be on and wake me (in case I fall asleep) so I can head back into work at 5am-ish to play Santa, it was an unexpected delight to share some hugs from some people I used to work with on the night shift because I forgot that I did not have my key and I had to call in and ask someone to come out and let me in to get my cell phone charger so I could charge my (I think this is where we came in)...

and then it was home again, home again, rooty toot and caroling all the way (at least I was... Rasputin was falling asleep at the wheel, no reflection on my fine caroling, I'm sure)... we made it home in one piece and Raspy trucked off to la la land (or at least slipped into his room and parked his carcass somewhere soft) and I returned to cyberspace to investigate the rumours that there were some comments to be dealt and so there were here and over in the myspace world and after dispatching them with my usual irreverent flair, I came here to tell you, ever so briefly, exactly what I wanted you to hear (or read, as the case may be)...

of course there's no guarantee you will see or hear anything just because I put the water out here... but all metaphors about horses aside, there is more to be seen in the comments these days than can be found in the brevity of posts or even the scattered pictures of the time we left behind... misty waters forming memories of the way we were, even... and yes, office of the misheard lyric, I'll paraphrase just as much as I please, than you very much, so it's not always misheard around here...

and that was Xmas even, so far, in the RealTime™ world of the mad babbler you've come to know and live as me (whomever I may be)... feel free to click on links and explore the branches of the madness that have been exposed so far and trust that, like the epitome of icebergs (though this body is much hotter than any old chunk of Antarctica or the great white ice above the great white north), so much more rests deeply below the surface that it would take a miner forty nine years just to get anywhere near square one and true understanding of the madness...

still, it is a blessed gift that you've even take a step in that direction so merci buckets and merry happy to all and to all an absolutely stupendously marvelous (and wondrously wonder-filled) night...

and morning too J