yesterday

just when you thought you weren't getting an entry tonight, you get two (and I get less sleep)... so where've I been?... a few days obsessed with computer shopping, a few days obsessed with a library thing, and a few days obsessed with meetup dot com... my time at meetup.com may be wasted, but I remain hopeful and continue joining more groups and introducing myself in my usual witty (egocentric, self-mocking, irreverent) fashion... just look how I introduced myself to the Charles Bukowski is your Daddy group:

I am told I remind people of Ginsberg and others (including Timothy Leary and Abbie Hoffman) of that era. I have not read enough of them to know if that is accurate, but it seems to impress people so I don't deny it. Also, must I drink? :)

yeah, I am just too clever... but I can be serious too... for instance, I introduced myself to The Extreme Social Club group:

"I once said to an army-guy "Please don't ask me to keep in step, it is challenging enough just to stay in line." I am different, but mostly harmless. Especially since I stopped drinking. I love to laugh, help others, and enjoy life (simultaneously)."

but just in case they thought I was an old stuffy guy, I did come up with suggestions for extreme meetups (cuz that was one of the questions the group organizer asked of new members) and these are them:

Are there any caves in Florida?
Anybody want to put on an impromptu Broadway musical on the beach?
Is there an age limit in the mosh pit?
Hands up on roller coasters?
Group karaoke?
Marathons?

but I can be serious and if only to balance the introduction, I concluded with:

Seriously, I do not seek to be extreme, I seek to enjoy life without worrying about what others think of me. I find humor in everything and don't empower fear. I believe in honesty and meaning no harm and that seems extreme to most people I meet.

and dozens of other groups got even more odd, irreverent, possible witty, but definitely different introductory words along side my eerily smiling mug (yes, I put up the surprise photo my old roommate took of me stretching moments after he woke me up just to test his new camera, the same one that's on myspace cuz it's all I've got that actually looks like me... someday, when I finally unpack the boxes in storage just north of Niagara Falls, I shall put up a retrospective photo shoot of myself like so many other do because you are just dying to see the baby me, I'm sure, but until then we've got the surprise pic)...

and then, as I am happily contemplating actually socially interacting with real people in real space in real time (RealPeople™ in RealSpace™ in RealTime™ too, even... ah, a boy can dream), I am distracted (or brought back to reality) by a loud and soggy-sounding Rasputin fart and I glance around the space in which I exist and once again am reminded why no social life goes on here and probably why I am reluctant to go out to find any, because there is no way I'm inviting anyone into this space... sink full of dirty dishes, fridge and counters filthy with stains, dining room table covered in assorted clutter, full garbage bags piled up on the dining room chairs (the small dining room is the first thing one sees when entering this space, the kitchen is the second), and the frequent stench in the air that I've obviously become immune to...

but would I be less alone if I lived alone?... probably, because I'd be inviting people over and tossing the occasional party, game night, movie night, and probably much more than occasionally... alas, my preferences, living space, lifestyle, or interests don't seem to matter much to the two roommates who live here, but I sigh and feel the commitment and family they've become, realize we would both go broke trying to live alone, remember what a crap shoot trying to find a compatible roommate can be, and just let it go...

besides, I don't have a decent bed or room to share cuz my space isn't exactly neat, tidy, or made-to-be-mine either here and most people just a book by it's cover, so I don't even show anyone to the library, or something like that... did I mention:

it's like btc all over again!

what happened way back then was I rambled on and on delving deeper and deeper into everything at once until I exploded and imploded simultaneously and enjoyed it so much that I barely noticed everyone silently sliding away as if I had some odd disease of the mind or simply was not available for whatever it was they wanted (and vice versa)...

this blog was supposed to bring it all back down to Earth, to introduce brevity and clarity (two of my favorite people, if you know who I mean, but that's another story)...

yes, I was introducing this blog to somebody and realizing how much this blog isn't what it was intended to be (so I started yet another blog, but that's yet another story)... meanwhile, I introduced myself to the Atheists and Freethinkers group thusly:

I don't have any proof beyond my faith, but my faith is strong. One might call it blind faith. I faithfully believe I am agnostic. A happy agnostic, at that. All the live long day, even. Halleluyah. Hallayluyay!

and on that note, I bid you a fond adieu, even if you are not laughing... but then, what do you expect from yesterday's entry, I was asleep, after all... I love you for your comments, you know...

nite nite :)