yeah, i'm still awake…
sorta... foolish as ever, what with the temperature down in the thirties tonight and expected temps around fifty for the game i am pitching tomorrow night... on next to no sleep... i used to love this madness when i was younger and more hopeful and felt i had all the time in the world to share so the sharing could wait while i wandered aimlessly through the random experiences that made up this experience i call life... now, well, i still love it, but i just feel more wistful or something like that cuz there is less time to share with each day that passes and i the body is no longer as flexible and resilient as it once was so the sharing will be much more limited in this physical world... alas, the memories are wonderful and the opportunities missed, spilled milk... or spilt, in some circles...
foolish, did i mention foolish?... i mean, here i am lamenting over my miniscule experience and loneliness and such as if it matters in the big scheme of things, oh the drama queenness of it all... after all, in a hundred or so years as the sun enters the part of the sky we call aquarius and the 1% of the water on this planet that is drinkable starts running out because humans still will not have learned to conserve resources or respect the planet, this body that longs for love and chocolate and cheese dripping pizza and love (did i mention love?) will be long dead and if i am still conscious i will be even less (or more) amused by the rantings and ravings of the suicidal species i was once visiting...
of course i should get more sleep, that way i wouldn't be foaming at the mouth about future doom and prophetic spacemen or cosmic influences to distract myself from the ocean of loneliness that sings Carpenter's songs at this wonderful hour because i am wide awake at 4am again and dancing with the stars instead of sleeping and being sensible... singing long into the silent night...
do your pipes leak?...
so anyway, i just thought i'd stop by here to let us all know that i survived yet another day and didn't fall over naked in the storm of passion or business or whatever it is goes on in the world outside my head while i am working and playing and wishing on stars for peace on earth and good will and brotherhood and sisterhood and some nookie on the side and in the middle and all night long can we sing a song would it be so wrong just to love love love all we need is a chance, a chance to get in our pants, drop pants and let the wind blow, oh, let it go let it flow let it show let it grow let it grow and... show the world what you know...
boredom in the middle of the night is a dangerous thing for a babbling fool, aye?...
i thank you for yur well wishes, for you kind words, and for your hope for my salvation... if you were here i would hug you because i appreciate caring and hugging is a wonderful way to show appreciation... i wouldn't even get fresh...
i hope you are enjoying your night, even if it is day where you are or whenever you read this... usually i get the entries out before midnight on the pacific coast, but it's even late there and all the smart people are asleep, probably...
i think i'll take a brief nap now, before tomorrow starts all over again to imitate today...
nite nite :)
foolish, did i mention foolish?... i mean, here i am lamenting over my miniscule experience and loneliness and such as if it matters in the big scheme of things, oh the drama queenness of it all... after all, in a hundred or so years as the sun enters the part of the sky we call aquarius and the 1% of the water on this planet that is drinkable starts running out because humans still will not have learned to conserve resources or respect the planet, this body that longs for love and chocolate and cheese dripping pizza and love (did i mention love?) will be long dead and if i am still conscious i will be even less (or more) amused by the rantings and ravings of the suicidal species i was once visiting...
of course i should get more sleep, that way i wouldn't be foaming at the mouth about future doom and prophetic spacemen or cosmic influences to distract myself from the ocean of loneliness that sings Carpenter's songs at this wonderful hour because i am wide awake at 4am again and dancing with the stars instead of sleeping and being sensible... singing long into the silent night...
do your pipes leak?...
so anyway, i just thought i'd stop by here to let us all know that i survived yet another day and didn't fall over naked in the storm of passion or business or whatever it is goes on in the world outside my head while i am working and playing and wishing on stars for peace on earth and good will and brotherhood and sisterhood and some nookie on the side and in the middle and all night long can we sing a song would it be so wrong just to love love love all we need is a chance, a chance to get in our pants, drop pants and let the wind blow, oh, let it go let it flow let it show let it grow let it grow and... show the world what you know...
boredom in the middle of the night is a dangerous thing for a babbling fool, aye?...
i thank you for yur well wishes, for you kind words, and for your hope for my salvation... if you were here i would hug you because i appreciate caring and hugging is a wonderful way to show appreciation... i wouldn't even get fresh...
i hope you are enjoying your night, even if it is day where you are or whenever you read this... usually i get the entries out before midnight on the pacific coast, but it's even late there and all the smart people are asleep, probably...
i think i'll take a brief nap now, before tomorrow starts all over again to imitate today...
nite nite :)
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posted by candoor at 3:54 AM
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Good Morning America,
Hope You had a wonderful sleep! Thank You for sharing Your lovely interpretation of my post! But, is it only a dream, or You are referring to the online context?
Now I will share my thought upon this and former posts, when it comes to Your labellings. Here and elsewhere You have used the label;
The Multitrait-Multimethod Matrix (MTMM). I wonder; Is this Your way of encouraging us to be validity observant in relation to Your text?
Or does it have other meaning in Your country?
see, this is the method to my madness (as i do that thing TV cartoon people do, i mean, look at the camera and talk to the audience but really talking to the peanut gallery in my own head)...
there just had to be meanings, secret messages, carefully concocted creative clevernesses (and weirdly worded phrases, no doubt)...
and i think it so cool that there is this meaning in your mind and culture... it sounds so wise, so mysterious, so much like the method to my madness...
multitrait-multimethod matrix... yes yes yes, that's what i do too... it is so headtripping to see an anagram i have used all through this life since i was a little dirt digger has a meaning i can so relate to in a language i do not know at all...
i just wanna strut around and be king of the universe in my head for a while :)
i did not actually mean it to mean what you meant it to mean, i mean, it means something different to me... it is the Method To My Madness, the apparently haphazard seemingly random process of figuring things out in (or in out of) my brain...
it all makes sense to me...
yay for synkronicity or cosmic connekshuns or the yen of zen and pen again or something like that...
everybody celebrate!
dance!
sing!
fornicate!
or at least laugh a lot and yay! :)
thanks for the mental orgasm, i'm gonna take my sore leg to bed now... soon... nit nite :)
if it's got method, ain't no madness. keep ploughing ahead, still room left till you unhinge yourself completely.
infinitely, of course :)
LOL
OK so I maybe am a Swedish fool
but, what's with Your walking tool?
(meaning are You in pain? Why "the sore leg")
Pain, yes, when I move a certain way. I have a tear in my hamstring muscle.
I knew I had asked You, but couldn't find the right post. Then I had to use a dictionary, for once Your words was to find, mostly You are more interested to write in a language that probably is only for Americans :-) (wonder why???)
I am glad You are not in pain the whole time! May I ask how You got tear up? Was it during a Meet Up?
Cares by,
Anna
No, not a meetup. I play softball a couple of times a week. The hamstring is the muscle at the back of the thigh. Sudden acceleration or change or direction can cause a muscle to tear. I did both. Thank you for caring :)
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