cuz the mind just keeps going and going and…
i sit down to rest my leg and pick up the keyboard out of habit and it sits on my lap while the TV and roommates call for attention (i wonder if i'll find time to watch the new episodes of L'iL Bush, which mocks the obvious but is that enough to be consistently funny? {staring wide eyed as if something profound was being pondered might help)… personally, i much prefer understatements, for that matter… but then, you know that [don'tcha?]… or maybe not}… whatever, TV is the opiate of the masses… or is that insulting opiates?) and i really have nothing much to say, but i type on anyway…
please drink responsibly… try water…
so i was rolling along for five innings, still not walking anybody and until the fourth inning, actually had a 2-1 lead (the defense behind me fell apart after the in the fourth inning, but that's the longest they lasted… eventually the game ended in the sixth inning, 15-5… we finished the season with one win… this team is still better than my Sunday team though… much… sad, isn't it?)… the best i can do is not walk anybody and hope the defense catches the ball and throws runners out… and there we were in the sixth inning and a slow ground ball calls me out and i hobble over to it and reach down with my bare hand because there's no way i'd throw the guy out if i went for the ball with my glove and i grabbed the ball and tossed the runner out and sure enough, set the hamstring back a week again… so i sit here as if the two weeks since the original injury barely happened and look forward to six more weeks of winter, or rather, six more weeks of no running… hopefully i did not extend that time before i can start running again… so owie and boo and oh well, i limp along happier to be out there playing than i would be sitting home alone healing…
we could use cheerleaders... or at least a cheerleader... after all, we want to save the world... ok, i can use a cheerleader... and not just to save the world, but that's another story...
i started eating salads again the past two days… unfortunately, after the game tonight i stopped for a great big plate of fried shrimp, scallops, whole clams, fries, onion ring, beans, and 60 ounces of water… there goes any weight i lost in the past few days… maybe i should just give up on the dieting and accept being thirty or forty pounds over my ideal weight until i can start running again… but then there's the blood pressure thing to consider… i don't like medicines… there's always the aciphex commercial on TV to laugh at when i want a distraction… seriously, have you listened to that one?... just close your eyes and listen… aciphex… the drug had to have been named by a former writer of Saturday Night Live…
every day, or night, for how many years now?... i refer to my returning to the web and babbling on and on about this that and the other thing and whatever comes to mind, all the while secretly slipping in subliminal messages to the one and the universe (which some call the multiverse, but is mostly likely the infiniverse, and who you might call god or God, but that's beside the point) it is supposed to be about 38 degrees Fahrenheit tonight… just like last night… the difference is that tonight, i turned on the heat… something bit me on the inside of the right elbow… it suddenly itches like crazy and now that i scratched it, is bumping up as bites will do once they are scratched… i am wearing long sleeves, so i wonder if the bug got under the sleeve… or maybe it's some sort of allergic reaction… or the infiniverse laughing at me cuz i am so easily distracted when i want to be (which would be me laughing right back, or along with, or something along those lines)…
pollard at ld (or is that id?) 2000 dot com (YSS) just texted me and said "seen ur pf your kinda cute wanta ch@t (Aurora dot everydayintheend dot com) and i have no idea who that might be and 36245 is the called id, so i suppose it is a spam text message... i typed in id2000.com and ld2000.com and the everythingintheend.com address and got the error message that the address doesn't exist or something like that… rejected, even by spam… or spim, to be precise… of course it could be that i am officially old, like in i no longer "get it", i am just not "with it", I lost my "dope", my "phat", i am just not "tope". nor am i "crunk", i do not "grok" anymore, i am doing a bad imitation of Dr. Evil, so i guess i should just shake off the spim, kick back, and get to chillaxin)…
i don't like wearing clothes… i noticed that i am sitting here in a long sleeve shirt and long pants with underwear on underneath (such a conformist) and a t-shirt over the long sleeve shirt and this is the first time i have sat here with this much clothes on in a long long time… usually i just have boxer style shorts and a t-shirt on… and it only takes a day or two of weather that requires clothing to remind me why i moved south and stay here even though, as noted in a discussion at work today with a colleague who is moving back north soon, i am still not earning as much as i did in the mid-eighties… ridiculous, perhaps, but it's a trade off i accept because i do not like wearing clothes and i love tropical climates… you probably heard this before…
after many thousands of blog entries, i am bound to be repeating myself in an endless loop of self-expression, introspection, retrospection, contemplation, and general narcissism… and if anyone ever ventured back to the beginning of time (or at least the beginning of my time on the web, which would be the nineties and the earliest blogs on the personal sites linked on the right sidebar that i leave deliberately slightly obscure as i mention it here in some futile attempt to not feel the loneliness that compels me to return here nightly in the hope that the super secret subliminal messages subtly slipped into these massive missives again and again in the hope that the magic moment will return and everybody will live happily ever after might reach the one who understands it all and then, everything changes again and returns to it's perfectly pristine wonderfulness and beauty and love love love reigns brighter than the age of aquarius and shines through us all…
huh?...
ah, yes, perhaps… kapish?
if i ever finish a thought, or complete one, i'll be sure to ask you to be sure to let me know so i can be the first one to tell you that you'll be the first to know…
so why don't i sleep?... some sort of lingering longing, to be sure, but perhaps it is my own very effective way of joining the human race's obsession with slow suicide… i was much younger in the years i slept when i felt tired and did not interfere with this body's natural circadian rhythm… it has little to do with time, and everything to do with how time is used, or passed, or whatever we do with it… i really wouldn't mind some wild sex right about now, but that's only one thing i'd like to do with time… times has so much potential and is so versatile, after all… mostly it's wasted…
yeah, i'm still awake…
again…
how are you? :)
please drink responsibly… try water…
so i was rolling along for five innings, still not walking anybody and until the fourth inning, actually had a 2-1 lead (the defense behind me fell apart after the in the fourth inning, but that's the longest they lasted… eventually the game ended in the sixth inning, 15-5… we finished the season with one win… this team is still better than my Sunday team though… much… sad, isn't it?)… the best i can do is not walk anybody and hope the defense catches the ball and throws runners out… and there we were in the sixth inning and a slow ground ball calls me out and i hobble over to it and reach down with my bare hand because there's no way i'd throw the guy out if i went for the ball with my glove and i grabbed the ball and tossed the runner out and sure enough, set the hamstring back a week again… so i sit here as if the two weeks since the original injury barely happened and look forward to six more weeks of winter, or rather, six more weeks of no running… hopefully i did not extend that time before i can start running again… so owie and boo and oh well, i limp along happier to be out there playing than i would be sitting home alone healing…
we could use cheerleaders... or at least a cheerleader... after all, we want to save the world... ok, i can use a cheerleader... and not just to save the world, but that's another story...
i started eating salads again the past two days… unfortunately, after the game tonight i stopped for a great big plate of fried shrimp, scallops, whole clams, fries, onion ring, beans, and 60 ounces of water… there goes any weight i lost in the past few days… maybe i should just give up on the dieting and accept being thirty or forty pounds over my ideal weight until i can start running again… but then there's the blood pressure thing to consider… i don't like medicines… there's always the aciphex commercial on TV to laugh at when i want a distraction… seriously, have you listened to that one?... just close your eyes and listen… aciphex… the drug had to have been named by a former writer of Saturday Night Live…
every day, or night, for how many years now?... i refer to my returning to the web and babbling on and on about this that and the other thing and whatever comes to mind, all the while secretly slipping in subliminal messages to the one and the universe (which some call the multiverse, but is mostly likely the infiniverse, and who you might call god or God, but that's beside the point) it is supposed to be about 38 degrees Fahrenheit tonight… just like last night… the difference is that tonight, i turned on the heat… something bit me on the inside of the right elbow… it suddenly itches like crazy and now that i scratched it, is bumping up as bites will do once they are scratched… i am wearing long sleeves, so i wonder if the bug got under the sleeve… or maybe it's some sort of allergic reaction… or the infiniverse laughing at me cuz i am so easily distracted when i want to be (which would be me laughing right back, or along with, or something along those lines)…
pollard at ld (or is that id?) 2000 dot com (YSS) just texted me and said "seen ur pf your kinda cute wanta ch@t (Aurora dot everydayintheend dot com) and i have no idea who that might be and 36245 is the called id, so i suppose it is a spam text message... i typed in id2000.com and ld2000.com and the everythingintheend.com address and got the error message that the address doesn't exist or something like that… rejected, even by spam… or spim, to be precise… of course it could be that i am officially old, like in i no longer "get it", i am just not "with it", I lost my "dope", my "phat", i am just not "tope". nor am i "crunk", i do not "grok" anymore, i am doing a bad imitation of Dr. Evil, so i guess i should just shake off the spim, kick back, and get to chillaxin)…
i don't like wearing clothes… i noticed that i am sitting here in a long sleeve shirt and long pants with underwear on underneath (such a conformist) and a t-shirt over the long sleeve shirt and this is the first time i have sat here with this much clothes on in a long long time… usually i just have boxer style shorts and a t-shirt on… and it only takes a day or two of weather that requires clothing to remind me why i moved south and stay here even though, as noted in a discussion at work today with a colleague who is moving back north soon, i am still not earning as much as i did in the mid-eighties… ridiculous, perhaps, but it's a trade off i accept because i do not like wearing clothes and i love tropical climates… you probably heard this before…
after many thousands of blog entries, i am bound to be repeating myself in an endless loop of self-expression, introspection, retrospection, contemplation, and general narcissism… and if anyone ever ventured back to the beginning of time (or at least the beginning of my time on the web, which would be the nineties and the earliest blogs on the personal sites linked on the right sidebar that i leave deliberately slightly obscure as i mention it here in some futile attempt to not feel the loneliness that compels me to return here nightly in the hope that the super secret subliminal messages subtly slipped into these massive missives again and again in the hope that the magic moment will return and everybody will live happily ever after might reach the one who understands it all and then, everything changes again and returns to it's perfectly pristine wonderfulness and beauty and love love love reigns brighter than the age of aquarius and shines through us all…
huh?...
ah, yes, perhaps… kapish?
if i ever finish a thought, or complete one, i'll be sure to ask you to be sure to let me know so i can be the first one to tell you that you'll be the first to know…
so why don't i sleep?... some sort of lingering longing, to be sure, but perhaps it is my own very effective way of joining the human race's obsession with slow suicide… i was much younger in the years i slept when i felt tired and did not interfere with this body's natural circadian rhythm… it has little to do with time, and everything to do with how time is used, or passed, or whatever we do with it… i really wouldn't mind some wild sex right about now, but that's only one thing i'd like to do with time… times has so much potential and is so versatile, after all… mostly it's wasted…
yeah, i'm still awake…
again…
how are you? :)
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posted by candoor at 2:59 AM
14 Comments:
hi :)
it's nice to return here to the comfort of a babble of daily life, sort of like being reminded that in all there is to make things complicated there is also a lot to just wrap up in and be, and remembering how there can be no better time spent than lying in the grass and staring up at the clouds and having the warm sun on your face and having time stop and knowing that there isn't anything really so very complicated when you are in the clouds and in the grass and feeling warm and safe and relaxed and just you.
Anyway, my ear hurts and itches, and both ears won't pop and are giving me vertigo which I have all the time now and all of the other stuff that can immerse me in my own self pity is also there as it always is and yet at the same time there is always the grass, and the clouds, and the sun, and the ducks in the swimming pool, and the memories, and the hopes, and giggling, and also, there is glee :)
Hey, I just randomly got that same text and I googled it to see if it was spam (at first I was terrified my number had somehow ended up on like a prositute website). Anyway, it was that identical quote except it said the email was mcconnell at mars-tm dot com and then it linked me to carissa dot everdayintheend dot com with the same 36245 id or whatever. I bet they sent it from a website where you can send texts for free and can either choose to type an email address (regardless of if it's real) or even put annonymous... Anyway, just wanted to thank you for giving me some piece of mind and help you confirm it was indeed spam :)
j - ears hurt big time ouch when they hurt, i hope yours feels better real soon... and you don't fall over too often... take a tip from the Weebles :)
take care of you and thank you so much for saying just what the voices in my head want to hear once again... you are so good at that, i am getting quite spoiled :)
anon - i suppose it was only a matter of time before text message spam (or spim, as it is known in the current cutting edge slang) became commonplace... since it potentially could cost people money, like phone solicitations, the phone companies are going to have to come up with ways to curb it like the no call list... the ebb and flow of technology may never end, or we just might destroy ourselves, whichever comes first...
cynicism amuses me when i don't take it too seriously :)
Hey You,
Funny "Peas of Mind" was a title I used long time ago @ MSN Space on the pic. I got now ... there exists no coincidences ... You said.
Me having Pinks Floyd s "Nobody Home", on when You where not home, You have been at a theatre "The Wall" on the way home You turned on the radio in the car they played "Hey You"... und so vieter .... this is funny-scary!
I wonder, is the mind running on duracell batteries
you know
the ones that keep going & going
i can be at the rosen shingle creek resort where the conference is, but then they might not pay for my car, so what do you say?
pick another hotel for me that's convenient for you then, but not incredibly complicated for me to get to conference grounds either.
i can be there the weekend before or the weekend after. so please advise: apr 4* - 10 or apr 6* - 13.
*:evening
PS: If we can't do stuff, I won't stay weekends. Also, prepare to move in with me, I'll have two queens and we need to figure out once and for all if we can get married :)
ah, much like bubble blowing children, life is strange (moody blues) and people too (doors),and i suppose the subtleties of language and nuance and inflection and facial expressions would help in understanding, but forge ahead anyway and let the bubbles land where they may...
a - it happens all the time :)
no really, it happens all the time even when people pay no attention or do not notice... everything is connected much more than we are aware, even in chaos, bumps bump other bumps and the infinite collective chain reactions keep going and going and...
and we just paint the bulls-eyes around where the arrows land and feel special...
it's quite magical, really :)
q - me and the bunny have a deal, i don't get famous and the bunny doesn't steal my chocolate... we both like it that way cuz we are both irreverent and faux-random like that... and we want to believe the truth is out there... mulder would understand...
z - and the excitement continues to build... do i need a truss?...
we can do stuff... what stuff do you want to do?...
so wait, you are at the convention center rosen shingle creek?... but no car?... i can pick up and drop off and drive everywhere, but a nice ferrari would be cool to zip around in too :)
and i know how you love to drive fancy sports cars too :)
seriously, if i take the week off and you can stand being a passenger for a week in an old chevy cavalier, you don't need a car... but if you insist on getting your lamborghini reventón (i still prefer ferrari), there are lots of hotels in that area higher and lower priced - but i don't know enough about them to make a recommendation...
of course being sensible, we can get a corvette convertible for about $1500 a week :)
serious?... ok, convenience makes the rosen your best bet...
and if you really want a car and don't care what you drive, weekly rentals (economy) can be had for are about $150 a week around here for april (add $13 a day if you want their rental insurance)... maybe cheaper if i shop around...
we shall use our vocal chords to continue the conversation about places and transports and such bizness stuff...
so it's sunday to sunday (6-13) or friday to thursday (4-10)?... do we need to look at the calendar again? :)
my only definite plans so far are softball games (two hours on sunday afternoons and you are welcome and we can do stuff before and after depending on your flight time in you leave on a sunday... i'm good for picking up sunday evenings) and Rent (the musical) in Lakeland the evening of the 9th - you can come if it fits into your convention schedule)
so i can see about taking the week off and going on vacation in my home town, aye?...
but i always wanted a couple of Presidential Suites and the Concierge Lounge with the spa package and everything for my wedding...
where's my phone?
excuse me... i'm just here because google-blogger will not let me sign in with my blogger account on the main blogger sign in page because i have a google account and it demands my google account information, but then will not find my blogs from that account... i've merged more than once, it doesn't work... probably because i've had accounts with blogger and google for too long, way before google bought blogger, and they just don't have their account associations going back that far... i've heard horror stories about bloggers losing their blogs when trying to merge them too many times, so i just leave it alone and settle for the crap service i'm used to in this modern computer age...
all that to say, i am just here to sign in because for some odd reason, google allows a blogger to sign in on a comment page with a blogger account...
idjits...
google, not you... meanwhile, the previous comment is there for your perusal and response, as you see fit... and this one should just be ignored as it was not meant to be but only appeared because i had to shut down and reboot because apple demanded i upgrade itunes and, well, you can see the next entry for the rest of that story...
party on, people :)
just like it was yesterday and, please note, there is no offtopic in my world... everything's connected somehow and if the connections, are not obvious, i'll find a way to bridge them if requested or if i am in the mood or something to that effect...
like the kids screaming outside my window for no apparent reason other than to exercise their vocal cords and garden some attention from someone... human kids are really weird, but big humans are a whole lot weirder, they just try to hide it more as they grow...
i really am an alien in my mind, which might mean i am actually an alien and i admit it like this to dissuade anyone from actually believing i am an alien so they won't get scared and violent cuz one of my goals in life is not to be dissected before this body dies...
google brings a lot of people here, but rarely do they comment... this happens to be an entry where there've been more than a few comments, yay, at a time when i was writing more daily and keeping in touch a whole lot better... my curiosity wonders what search terms bring you (or anyone) to this place (in general and to specific pages) cuz i am fascinated by the random connections the internet affords...
i miss the old friends who were commenting back now (at the time of this blog entry, not at the time of this comment, cuz time is relative, after all) and some are still listed in the blog family section on the right, but some are gone from their sites or gone from the web even and some are listed below on the right in the suddenly defunkt section but the links on the right have not been updated in more than a year and i haven't had time to explore them in some time (like the links on my diary and come to think of it you, or someone like you (an anonymous commenter) got me thinking about the online babbling i've done over the years and this happened, i mean, cuz i name drop from time to time and i am narcissic enough to drop my own) so who knows what's working these days...
anyway, these were the days of the comment conversations and much more babbling and perhaps, much more creativity (cuz rhymes were a daily way of life for the writer in my head and i didn't even link those except for the main crossroads links to almost everything which also has not been updated in a long time cuz i have not had the time)...
as you see, it does not take much to get me to pondering and babbling on about just about anything and i love it when my mind and fingers work together to present some literary poop cuz i am that easily amused, so thank you for the words and i hope your day is fun too :)
narf :)
The writer of candoor.blogspot.com has written a superior article. I got your point and there is nothing to argue about. It is like the following universal truth that you can not disagree with: One of the most awkward things that can happen in a pub is when your pint-to-toilet cycle gets synchronised with a complete stranger. I will be back.
hyperbolic superlatives or something like that, talking in absolutes is a sure way to be wrong, so most people must enjoy being wrong...
what exactly do you agree with? :)
perhaps one day, when you actually wish to communicate, we can have a meaningful conversation... until then, thanks for the relatively meaningless comment ships passing aimlessly through the night...
wish there was more time for babble :)
We stumbled over here from a different website and
thought I might check things out. I like what I see so
i am just following you. Look forward to looking at your web page repeatedly.
When someone writes an post he/she maintains
the image of a user in his/her brain that how a user can know it.
Therefore that's why this post is amazing. Thanks!
Well thank you, whoever you are. You can find me elsewhere now, in case it matters.
PS... Another blog comment lost in the abyss of blog comments created by Google-Blogger programmers, and corporate indifference, and lack of customer service from Google.
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