z0tl bless us, every one
there's a muze out there and his moniker sayz z0tl (aka, the amazing disappearing z0tl of diaryland and other places) and bozwizzickerz, I shall, not resist the compulsion to immortalize the Z-man in spite of his apparently unavoidable date with impending doom... but that's for another place entirely, even if the gizt of the master's current inspirations fall below posts in this blog right here (especially the previous ever so brief entry), for the zealots of the Z come from, quite ironically, D-land, and behind the candoor is the place (eventually) for such babbling the zeal...
I merely mention the wonder-Z here in order to further incite him to riot, which is legal in the state of suspended reality found foaming between my ears... and if you noticed the hint at a hard core Xmas carol in my response to the comments in the previous entry (yeah, I expect you to pay attention), then you'll be happy (or not) to know that you can find that Ghetto Carol in the bright lights of the myspace blog... go figure, I slap it out where I could lose the most... or influence the most... or at least reach the most... bold or foolish, you decide... me, well I've still got nothing to hide...
meanwhile, in RealTime™, since our last meeting here... some backlogged rambling was uploaded to btc (including the content from the latest message in a bottle personal ad placed out there in cyberspace)... some roaming around myspace.. lunch at our favorite local Chinese restaurant followed by some of the finest chocolate ice cream (with fudge and cashews and caramel and chips and more) known to humans... and then watching a rather brutal (for Ohio State fans) drubbing of Ohio State by Florida that was mercifully interrupted by a wonderful call from one of my favorite people and just as the call wound down to a fine close, I noticed that Rasputin found The Sound of Music (one of my all-time favorite films and I shall sing once more and get all mushy and teary and yay!) on the TV (and one of the sweetest memories of all is sharing this and other emotionally driven stories and gifts of song with friends, sigh and all that sensimental stuff... yeah, sentimental stuff too)...
the 'after-party' includes a choice between the classics Pretty In Pink, City of Angels, and one I've yet to actually see, The Constant Gardener... I went with City of Angels for the sensimental fantasy value (and to gaze into Meg Ryan's eyes once again and dream)... and that was my day... tomorrow we are going to Disney... and I hope you are finding marvels and wonders and magical times this weekend too...
and much YAY! J
I merely mention the wonder-Z here in order to further incite him to riot, which is legal in the state of suspended reality found foaming between my ears... and if you noticed the hint at a hard core Xmas carol in my response to the comments in the previous entry (yeah, I expect you to pay attention), then you'll be happy (or not) to know that you can find that Ghetto Carol in the bright lights of the myspace blog... go figure, I slap it out where I could lose the most... or influence the most... or at least reach the most... bold or foolish, you decide... me, well I've still got nothing to hide...
meanwhile, in RealTime™, since our last meeting here... some backlogged rambling was uploaded to btc (including the content from the latest message in a bottle personal ad placed out there in cyberspace)... some roaming around myspace.. lunch at our favorite local Chinese restaurant followed by some of the finest chocolate ice cream (with fudge and cashews and caramel and chips and more) known to humans... and then watching a rather brutal (for Ohio State fans) drubbing of Ohio State by Florida that was mercifully interrupted by a wonderful call from one of my favorite people and just as the call wound down to a fine close, I noticed that Rasputin found The Sound of Music (one of my all-time favorite films and I shall sing once more and get all mushy and teary and yay!) on the TV (and one of the sweetest memories of all is sharing this and other emotionally driven stories and gifts of song with friends, sigh and all that sensimental stuff... yeah, sentimental stuff too)...
the 'after-party' includes a choice between the classics Pretty In Pink, City of Angels, and one I've yet to actually see, The Constant Gardener... I went with City of Angels for the sensimental fantasy value (and to gaze into Meg Ryan's eyes once again and dream)... and that was my day... tomorrow we are going to Disney... and I hope you are finding marvels and wonders and magical times this weekend too...
and much YAY! J
Labels: btc, chocolate, food, giggles, joy, life, movies, muses, music, myspace, rant, real, singing, yay
posted by candoor at 11:03 PM
5 Comments:
given that your reply ended up being the 8th comment, i hope i'm excused if i take 8 days to finally digest it all - have only been through 1st, 8th, and last paragraphs thus far.
yes, in fact i demand from now on you always give special consideration to the 1st, 8th, and last paragraphs of your posts, 1st, 8th, and last stanzas respectively when you don candora's boobs and come out with poems.
that way later on when i am in john nash mode, i can go back and figure out the TRUE satanism behind the candoor, if ye kno what i mean, wink, wink, stairway to heaven backwards kinda guy, you yay you!
i, unlike serenity who keeps claiming she will, will call you today. be on your toes, i know you're with mickey and stuff today, but it'll be sometime tomorro.
i'll put jesus on as well so you can hear his innocent gahgah:z!
GASP! finally the immaculate conception revealed in my comments section! it was candor fervirginmaryssakes who provided the horse semen. who knew!
Talking to one of my favorite people always does my heart good, and especially now. Thank you for you, for always being you, for knowing all the right things in this life and for sharing them so generously. You are a Light for Love and Goodness and Sincerity and Truth. I hope you had fun at Disney. I always love going to Disney and being 8 again (yes I chose 8 in honor of z0tl).
Love and hugs and smiles and chocolate and all that is Merry be Yours this Christmas.
so far it's been a nick cave christmas...
thanks for the visit and comment, took me a little while to find u! god's knows why it took me any time at all, u write in multitudes like colours in that big sized marker set u always wanted for christmas ( yeah, the 136 colour one...oh BAYBEE! )
and a friend of z. but of course :)
manymany words! wow...
have a wonderful christmas, i have been touched like some strange magic cloud of joy, of course it could be the sheer neuronal lightness of nth degree i feel NOW that my hangover is finally lifting!
love and all that stuff
Edee
mickey mickey yo mickey hey mickey... hey mickey...
I'll just have to anylize the entire commental conversation (oh wait, I already started to do that last night behind the candoor)... further anyliziz will be forthcoming someday...
currently the browser is choking on a myspace page that may be demanding more memory than this computer can give, so this comment may be wiped out before it is sent, but I live dangerously and continue anyway...
and I wonder now, given your explicit instructions, what would be made of the first, eighth, and last stanza of the Xmas Carol sent out from myspace to all?... wake up posterity, we're waiting...
you do have a beautiful mind, you know...
monty python played Stairway to Heaven backwards and ended up in a basement apartment in Queens, NY... unfortunately, no one there knew enough to bring the cake in from the rain and they'll never have that recipe again (and they will carry that weight a long time)...
but serenity was, as usual, music to my ears... she soothes the savage beast, you know...
giving special consideration: now! (right on time for Jesus, too, isn't that some sort of miracle?)...
yes, Lord S, he extended his wand and said a few magic words and poof, out popped the bouncing baby Jesus, much to the astonishment of the three wise men and other merchants who were returning to the manger for the herbs and stuff they stored there... and a gust of wind kicked up some of the hay pollen and someone sneezed and they blessed us, every one... the rest of the story, well, as they say, is history...
Serenity, dear one, I wish there was a real magic wand that could make things feel wonderful with a poof, but the blessing of love that you feel and share is the best we've got in this feeble expression of existence we call human life... may you transcend to your spiritual place and know the wonder of the peace that your devotion and belief in love creates there... may you embrace the true worth of your presence and accept the whole of your being as beautiful and just as it should be for your unique perspective is exactly the very best thing your can give to this world... and we are all blessed for your being and sharing...
and I am, upon returning from a rainy Xmas eve at Disney, exceptionally scatter-brained and looney-tuned (wait, that's Universal) and quite pixilated (and slightly damp)... magnificent revelries fancy themselves part of my brain and dancing fairies are tickling the giggle-sensors of my ethereal being... surely nothing more even semi-serious or remotely coherent will follow me for the rest of the night as I sit and babble on in anticipation of the visitation I must make to Santa's workshop in a mere three hours and forty-five minutes, give or take a quarter hour or so... there is so much YAY inside of me it is oozing out of every orifice and begging to explode into a symphony of YAY-love...
so, said the butterfly to the moth, perhaps we shall meet again on this cool and misty night, for the stars are all twinkling just right between the clouds and there could be no better time than this moment for such a moment... and they join me in saying, see ya laterz :)
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