profuse, why i never!
truth is, i always, but you knew that... and on this note, straight from the stony end and inspired by the raucous caucus in the comments (and a touch of new blood from the latest meetup meet up and the odd short films (poor Bill) Enzian and Sundance provided, we bring you our entry, already in progress… i don't know if i said hello to someone new tonight or if i was just fooled by the clever disguise, but i shall immortalize the newbie or the oldie or the j-foolery (and my shameful, but amusing, to me at least, ignorance) by presenting my introductory words:
yes, j provided links… and without further ado, i venture headlong into the potential terror by cutting and pasting them thusly:
holy crap!
ok, so have you been reading me long and do you know my history in that city and particularly with a certain bus terminal that brings back the most profoundly traumatic and wonderfully hopefully and pathetically confused emotions imaginable?... at least you didn't call yourself jj (phew)… i miss you jj… and the promise still stands if you ever find me again… and the rest of you too, family forgives everything…
meanwhile, let's use the other link to distract me from the depths that could have risen to which it could have brought me from, even… the page and file and all that jazz was saved… hopefully i'll figure out how to play it and embed it and use it for my own nefarious purposes someday… someday… someday we'll all understand... but seriously, cool dude, really fun graphical play… this other link comes highly recommended by most lab mice, kittens, and internet junkies… chase my mouse, fool line, and watch me make your bubbles burst…
ok, so i decided to listen to my own mix again… the only reason i prefer listening to the itunes program is that it keeps track of how many times a song was played and to put it in the technical vernacular, i just love shit like that… i mean, getting a numerical measure of comparative pleasure and time spent in specific experiences… like listening to specific songs… and as Logan Belle reminds me of the wonderful depth of emotion that could be contain in or inspired by this particular mix, i recall the comments that brought us to this entry and repeat the fruition of lack of tuition bursting from the following: gavin speaks to the infinitely depressed abyss in me and i love it because he makes me giggle even as i wail moan scream and catharticize... you must understand or you don't, it's as simple as that… and if you've been there, you might have some idea and therein, the trust can grow because i want nothing from you but to understand… and a little appreciative comment now and then, but even without the latter, the former is enough as demonstrated by the mere hope for understanding that has driven these words throughout the years…
clever, tossing in your cookies like that... i mean particles...
that was as irreverent as the most bestest Monty Python Robin Williams and quite more meaningless or is was the most profound thing you ever heard without hearing anything or something in between or even nothing, but it was and now we'll move on to what is…
this is to the fly on the wall (you, me, whoever might understand):
Happiness doesn't come in a box, but it can be gift wrapped.
clever catch phrases, just in time for the holidays... and with that flippant tease (of any brain who can follow the bouncing babble), tonight's, entry continues… recently arriving home, say an hour ago, after midnight, mellow and amused by the new experience added to the pile of new experiences… hope for friends… hope for exercise… hope for humanity (well let's not go too far)… meanwhile, in another part of the mind…
i was just completely distracted for an indeterminable number of minutes searching for songs and creating the framework for several more playlists all because i could not find the garth brooks version of to make you feel my love, which i prefer muchly to the one that is on this playlist (so eventually, it shall be released… replaces, as well)… so this entry may be done, as in it may have reached it's pause-point (pause-point™) which is generally the quasi-conclusion (quite unfinished to those in the know) in spite of the potential and follow up the previous thought was bound to have without interruption…
in the RealTime™, irony bit me on the nether regions once again… i finally turned a corner and ate a salad at work and was feeling comfortable eating light and starting the change back to healthy again and what do i find when i get home if not Rasputin and Precious holding a bag of take out from a new Italian restaurant… gotta love 'em, even if they'll be the death of me, literally… and this was an excellent new Italian restaurant, yeah, really excellent… the house hasn't changed much, the slide back to mess began and the vacuum remains sealed in it's box, but i was hardly here… it was a reasonable good day at work and a good night at the movies with the meetup group and since i only got three hours sleep last night i'll try to get about six tonight (more likely five)… so play on, sweet sleepy playlist, and to all you wonderful readers and playlist aficionados, thank you one more time (as much as any other time) for stopping by and being here… may you find something worth your time too :)
hi j, are you the same j as joanne or another j?... in my younger years, i used to pass j's around... bogart was always there, but we would distract him with popcorn and everything would be all right...
i will check out your links, even though you might be some mad hacker trying to get into my sock drawer, or undies, even, because i still take a walk on the wild side now and then...
yes, j provided links… and without further ado, i venture headlong into the potential terror by cutting and pasting them thusly:
ok, so have you been reading me long and do you know my history in that city and particularly with a certain bus terminal that brings back the most profoundly traumatic and wonderfully hopefully and pathetically confused emotions imaginable?... at least you didn't call yourself jj (phew)… i miss you jj… and the promise still stands if you ever find me again… and the rest of you too, family forgives everything…
meanwhile, let's use the other link to distract me from the depths that could have risen to which it could have brought me from, even… the page and file and all that jazz was saved… hopefully i'll figure out how to play it and embed it and use it for my own nefarious purposes someday… someday… someday we'll all understand... but seriously, cool dude, really fun graphical play… this other link comes highly recommended by most lab mice, kittens, and internet junkies… chase my mouse, fool line, and watch me make your bubbles burst…
ok, so i decided to listen to my own mix again… the only reason i prefer listening to the itunes program is that it keeps track of how many times a song was played and to put it in the technical vernacular, i just love shit like that… i mean, getting a numerical measure of comparative pleasure and time spent in specific experiences… like listening to specific songs… and as Logan Belle reminds me of the wonderful depth of emotion that could be contain in or inspired by this particular mix, i recall the comments that brought us to this entry and repeat the fruition of lack of tuition bursting from the following: gavin speaks to the infinitely depressed abyss in me and i love it because he makes me giggle even as i wail moan scream and catharticize... you must understand or you don't, it's as simple as that… and if you've been there, you might have some idea and therein, the trust can grow because i want nothing from you but to understand… and a little appreciative comment now and then, but even without the latter, the former is enough as demonstrated by the mere hope for understanding that has driven these words throughout the years…
clever, tossing in your cookies like that... i mean particles...
that was as irreverent as the most bestest Monty Python Robin Williams and quite more meaningless or is was the most profound thing you ever heard without hearing anything or something in between or even nothing, but it was and now we'll move on to what is…
this is to the fly on the wall (you, me, whoever might understand):
remember:enjoy life, or not, but it's better if you do, unless you'd rather not, then it's better if you don't cuz you get your way and can enjoy that, in spite of your chosen misery, happiness doesn't come in a box, but you can gift wrap it...
clever catch phrases, just in time for the holidays... and with that flippant tease (of any brain who can follow the bouncing babble), tonight's, entry continues… recently arriving home, say an hour ago, after midnight, mellow and amused by the new experience added to the pile of new experiences… hope for friends… hope for exercise… hope for humanity (well let's not go too far)… meanwhile, in another part of the mind…
i was just completely distracted for an indeterminable number of minutes searching for songs and creating the framework for several more playlists all because i could not find the garth brooks version of to make you feel my love, which i prefer muchly to the one that is on this playlist (so eventually, it shall be released… replaces, as well)… so this entry may be done, as in it may have reached it's pause-point (pause-point™) which is generally the quasi-conclusion (quite unfinished to those in the know) in spite of the potential and follow up the previous thought was bound to have without interruption…
in the RealTime™, irony bit me on the nether regions once again… i finally turned a corner and ate a salad at work and was feeling comfortable eating light and starting the change back to healthy again and what do i find when i get home if not Rasputin and Precious holding a bag of take out from a new Italian restaurant… gotta love 'em, even if they'll be the death of me, literally… and this was an excellent new Italian restaurant, yeah, really excellent… the house hasn't changed much, the slide back to mess began and the vacuum remains sealed in it's box, but i was hardly here… it was a reasonable good day at work and a good night at the movies with the meetup group and since i only got three hours sleep last night i'll try to get about six tonight (more likely five)… so play on, sweet sleepy playlist, and to all you wonderful readers and playlist aficionados, thank you one more time (as much as any other time) for stopping by and being here… may you find something worth your time too :)
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posted by candoor at 11:59 AM
5 Comments:
Sorry for the "j" confusion. See what my laziness creates? I mean, how lazy is it to not type a few more keystrokes?
I do miss your input I must say, and my latest is really because of you and your little music player playing at the top of your blog, which I actually really like, and I never really liked music playing on websites much, but this is just so much fun, and music is just so awesome for the wide range of emotion that it catalyzes.
Anyway, just spreading some love and joy around, and I'm glad you liked the links :)
no worries, and yeah, I keep meaning to get over there, but without the link to click (oy... lol)... I am such a creature of habit sometimes... what?... type in an address?... wait, where's the manual :)
Hey Candoor,
My English is unfortunately not good enough to follow Your content.
But it doesn't hinder me to wish a lovely weekend upon You :-D
(( hugs ))
Happiness doesn't come in a box, but it can be gift wrapped.
???
Happiness cannot be bottled, but if it could it would be a best seller this xmas, or any day - gift wrapped or not. Of course gift wrapped is always best.
Now where's that other 'wrap' of happiness, that white line of joy, that 'rock' of happiness or bliss.
Hope you are having fun. I'm just fooling around or is it tooling around. Artificially induced happines - moi? Never. I much prefer the 'real' thing
ah, thank you anna, you are much appreciated... and no worries, most people who speak english as a first language don't understand me :)
meanwhile, you communicate in english a whole lot better than i would in any other language, so kudos to you :)
yes, Q, though chocolate induced happiness is one of my favorite artificially induced ones :)
of course, to be serious, happiness can not be induced from outside or even through chemicals... happiness can only be enhanced or made more amusing that way :)
thanks for being here and letting me know :)
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