you never know where you might find me
perhaps you noticed a few new blogs listed on the right side... secretly I have been slipping others into the lists (as even the lists grow in number) , but even more secretly I've slipped a few of my own unannouncd new blogs into the mix (as opposed to adding them to the branches off the tree of madness, ya know?... well, now ya know)...
and another week older and deeper in debt...
it'll still be at least a week before I am actually caught up on all the work at work, which makes taking a four day weekend slightly foolish for a workaholic, but perhaps I do it just to prove to myself that I can break the work habit anytime I want to... no more work until next Wednesday (wouldn't mind that being a Wednesday in, say, in the year 2525, if man is still alive, that is... perhaps my comments inspired by magicflute have my tongue stuck in my cynical cheek at the moment, but that's good for a few more giggles so I milk it…come to think of it, I probably wouldn’t be bored with free time by 2525 anyway)...
sweet jebus in the morning...
in walks Precious to offer distraction... she's barefoot... went to the beach.... she spends about five to six hours home these days during the school week and less on weekends, being so abundantly addicted to her two best friends (perhaps to the point of crossing potentially unhealthy codependant wires, but it is high school and summer brings the end of high school and I can remember spending every waking {and most sleeping} moments with my best friends too... wouldn't mind such love and bonding again, actually)...
have I mentioned how much I melt when I see Anna Paquin lately?...
yes, this entry belongs in behind the candoor and shall go there now...or at least eventually... I might want to linger in dreams of love first... or perhaps lament the lack of fulfillment of such dreams next... or perhaps something else will catch my fancy, or plain, even... yes, shut up and go babble elsewhere, this is where brevity belongs...
‘round here, after work I sat and browsed the web while watching a rerun of Heroes and then the first three episodes of Jake 2.0 and then a two part Stargate SG1 and here we are with the TV in the background and web exploring in the foreground, tonight including blogsearch listible social grapes (and of course the usual wandering around myspace)…
that's it, the news in brief in RealTime™ (at least the last paragraph was)… hope you are enjoying your RealTime™ as much as possible and may we all find the optimal possible enjoyment, whatever that entails for each of us, one of these days…
and another week older and deeper in debt...
it'll still be at least a week before I am actually caught up on all the work at work, which makes taking a four day weekend slightly foolish for a workaholic, but perhaps I do it just to prove to myself that I can break the work habit anytime I want to... no more work until next Wednesday (wouldn't mind that being a Wednesday in, say, in the year 2525, if man is still alive, that is... perhaps my comments inspired by magicflute have my tongue stuck in my cynical cheek at the moment, but that's good for a few more giggles so I milk it…come to think of it, I probably wouldn’t be bored with free time by 2525 anyway)...
sweet jebus in the morning...
in walks Precious to offer distraction... she's barefoot... went to the beach.... she spends about five to six hours home these days during the school week and less on weekends, being so abundantly addicted to her two best friends (perhaps to the point of crossing potentially unhealthy codependant wires, but it is high school and summer brings the end of high school and I can remember spending every waking {and most sleeping} moments with my best friends too... wouldn't mind such love and bonding again, actually)...
have I mentioned how much I melt when I see Anna Paquin lately?...
yes, this entry belongs in behind the candoor and shall go there now...or at least eventually... I might want to linger in dreams of love first... or perhaps lament the lack of fulfillment of such dreams next... or perhaps something else will catch my fancy, or plain, even... yes, shut up and go babble elsewhere, this is where brevity belongs...
‘round here, after work I sat and browsed the web while watching a rerun of Heroes and then the first three episodes of Jake 2.0 and then a two part Stargate SG1 and here we are with the TV in the background and web exploring in the foreground, tonight including blogsearch listible social grapes (and of course the usual wandering around myspace)…
that's it, the news in brief in RealTime™ (at least the last paragraph was)… hope you are enjoying your RealTime™ as much as possible and may we all find the optimal possible enjoyment, whatever that entails for each of us, one of these days…
Labels: Actors, babble, blogs, browsing, btc, dreams, fantasy, giggles, myspace, sci-fi, secrets, TV
posted by candoor at 11:37 PM
10 Comments:
oh yeh, i noticed the new beyotch candora who had a split personality crisis and cloned her dairyland self into gooblogleggreness or soon to be merged with youtubity as well into the new universal globerulization of all that moves on the innernets.
hey, i think serenity is crossing the quite unhealthy z0tl trenches and barbed wires and becoming codependant on my evyl way:z!
warn her or something before her soul is lost within the hellish z?tl context forevah and evah amen!
or is that amin? idi amin? i could swear, the undead spell it amin and also have bottled blood branded under that name!
well, maybe i'm not making much sense, but whenever was that a concern of mine? and for fukssakes, drop this latest practice of answering my comments into your comments!
back in the day, people had it right, if i say some shit in your comments, you say shit back in my comments. what is this practice of forcing me to go back a billion times to your comments in hopes you'll stroke my ego back and notice me only to find out you could give a flying chocolate!
I do leave comments to your comments in your comments, but I also leave comments to your comments in my comments because my comments to your comments that you leave here in my comments disappear from your comments before you get to see or comment on them...
and I can save no one cuz I am already co-decided into the z0tl continunumb and lost there forevaz...
I am mostly dead, not undead, just to clarify... but I'll take you word for the language lesson... and now, I shall repeat myself for the moment it may last :)
in fact, the comment I left in your comments referencing the comment I left in my comments was better than the comment I left in my comment referencing your comment in my comments about commenting... so you won.
i get all the comments left in my comments sent to my inbox, but i delete all my emails as well, i got so fast at this deleting business that i often delete my entries before i even get to write them.
however, i've never missed a comment in my comments because they get emailed to me, but i have missed comments to my comments in your comments, especially when you pile up 10 entries in 1 day which often happens at btc.
but yeah, keep up the commenting all over the place, i love when we can carry on entire conversations in other people's comments like they're not even there, that'll be great, let's just pick a new random unsuspecting person and carry on a conversation in their comments that has nuttin to do whatsoever with them or their blog. that'll go excessively well i'm sure and they'll feel the love, no doubt.
as far as winning, it's all about winning, zis iz amerika, get used to it, sissy boy! now be a good jesus sport and turn the other cheek!
i can see you belly aching writing your comment, tho, a master piece if i've ever seen 1.
Will the real Ed Norton please stand up?
some days, like the one a couple of days ago, I missed some beautiful comments... that's cuz they're not emailed to me cuz my email is all messed up since the latest computer crash... I think Bill Gates is a crashaholic...
your appreciation of my appreciation and additional whining is appreciated and no further whining is necessary here... thank you for your continued cooperation in indulging my insatiable ego and humble madness...
I shall wish for more time for all this web wandering and playing I'd like to do, but shall enjoy the time I have without reservation or hesitation or compensation as I am doing now...
ta to the da :)
Sorry, I died in 2003.
He said it was ok if I used his name. Besides, I get much hotter women.
codependant, really? I didn't know pop psycho-babble terminology existed in the z-context. So maybe if we three are lost in the continuum somewhere, perhaps in the subzpace fracture, we will be enlightened in our endarkenment. Then again, maybe I'm just a wannabe.
At any rate, I'll offer love and hugs and smiles because those are the things that I DO know how to do, even if I end up failing at everything else :)
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