then, the babble

in spite of every effort to become human and write brief real time entries, this blog has obviously deteriorated (or elevated, depending on your perspective) to the life and times of babbling fool once again... although there may be some how that there is a place for us, i mean a place for brief real life moments (that dang west side story always getting into the mix (but my heart, anita, but my heart), yeah, yeah, we know... emo twit...

manewhile, the other side of the coin of there may still be some hope is the recent re-awakening of the song and dance muses and secret characters and stuff living behind the candoor, though that might leave this poor RealTime™ blog (isn't is sad, it has to link itself, poor misunderstood neglected RealTime™ blog) out of the daily loop, which means...

cheat!...

yes, here and now, we bring you the latest and greatest (or one of the many) babbling productions from the recently re-ainimated cast of behind the candoor... it's also a catch-up entry for anyone who hasn't been reading a lot the last few months, so it's not all cheating, ahem, yeah, ok...

lights, camera, action:

four entries in a row!... exclamation point!... wow!... just look back for the past few days (ok, so back two and ahead one, sheesh, like time is linear or something) if you don't believe me (see?... missing them already, boy how time flies)... but the slowness is already driving me crazy, alas, which is the most real reason i moved over to the other place...

we interrupt the follies of btc to point out that the past four days in reference just above happened behind the candoor, not here in RealTime™, just in case you were starting to get a little confused or something... and now, back to the curtain dwellers:

the irony is that this RealTime™ blog where i came to try to learn brevity cuz i really thought that if i got briefer then maybe people would actually tune in more often and regularly comment and i'd develop a following and become famous and therein, finally get noticed by the one (yeah, it's all about finding her, in spite of the digressions and asides that lead who knows where and there and back again), that attempt to become himan, turned into another home for the babbler (which is why i stopped coming out from behind the candoor because there i was right out in from of the candoor and who had time for both there and here and all the other places and beyond, after all)... but here we are again, i just couldn't stay away forever, and the entries are already spilling over backwards like they used to in the amazing ever-changing time-warp that comes from behind the candoor...

i feel about seven months pregnant tonight, which is nothing to be proud of since i haven't fucked anybody this year and besides, i'm a male of the species, so in other words, it's all bloat, big bad bloat, a big bowl of spaghetti and gulping orange soda bloat... and you may laugh as you used to (cuz i sure am), but it's really not fuinny cuz i'm gonna waddle around the bases tomorrow night (have i mentioned that i've been playing a whole lot of softball since we last passed the gas here?... what can i say, some people smash the gas, i just pass it... and loving every minute of it, jerry, and ben too...

this will not be vintage babble, i figure, cuz i've got to get to sleep tonight so i won't hurt myself out there playing softball in 40 degrees tomorrow (no, i haven't moved north, this babble is still coming to you from deep in the heart of the florida peninsula, orlando, that is... winter just arrived a bit early this year and for however long it lasts, i've got the windows open and love the chill (cuz it's so very rare... no worries, i have no intention of even slightly contemplating going back up north, i'm a tropical boy from now on barring a lobotomy and kidnapping... are we still in a parentheses?... ahem)... between wondering if the photo inside the cd sleeve is judy or rufus (what?... oh, music, yes, music has returned... not the old stuff, not all the connections lost, though there may be an outside chance, but we don't want to go there just yet cuz hopes don't need more stretching at the moment)...

and i moved... i am in my own one bedroom place and loving the space and privacy, even when it gets a tad lonely from time to time (not even close to lonely enough to want to share space again for now though)... rasputin and precious moved out, each to a different place around town... we're still family (just ask my wallet, chuckle, ouch) and see each other regularly and we'll still be in touch when raspy wins the lottery (the old inside joke still inspires my smile, no hard feelings and all cuz, after all, as a wise young canadian once prophesized, family forgives everything)... i haven't unpacked yet (what?... i've only been here three months), but i am loving the space... no tv (yup, no cable, no tv for three months) so it's all about the music now (and the sweet silence)...

are we catching up yet?... well, how about you?... it's been, what?... more than a year?... well, sort of... almost two years since i wrote here regularly, but a few entries popped up since i paused one day in early 2007... and as i've mentioned, i am still rambling on daily over here at RealTime™ (see, i am encouraging cross pollination) and more recently (oh, about 200 entries or so ago) (e)thereal emerged from the ethers to actually get close to the actual brevity i once sought long ago for the real-time keeping in touch... and then there are a whole lot of other branches popping out of the tree of madness and other places and beyond, remember?...

and what else is new?... well, i am the director of performance improvement and risk management (got my license and everything) now... ironically, smaller office without a window (can we say office space, but it's a private office cuz i deal with all sorts of confidential sensitive stuff now... lots of responsibilities, longer hours, more money, still don't wear business clothes and i haven't cut my hair though (take me as i am, or just leave me - yeah, go girls)... speaking of confidential sensitive stuff, i'm still a loner, no love life, no the one, alas and all that blues (and jazz too)... so i'm available, just in case the one happens by out of the blue and all... i'll deliver if that'll help... call 407-325-1482 and give the secret password, 42, and you'll be transported right here... though the technology does not work every time and sometimes you might end up somewhere else, but it is mostly harmless...

so there we are, or here, for that matter... all caught up with no place to go?... well, i think we're pretty much caught up on the big stuff... new job, new place, new belly, all the important stuff... ha, the big stuff, get it?... i didn't even plan that... oh, pity me, i am reaching for the desperate puns now... a sure sign that fatigue is calling and this entry is ready for uploading (before it deteriorates into pathetic laughter or insane tears, or vice versa... cackling is allowed, but do it with care for the children may still be awake somewhere in this great big puddle jump of a world... and remember, forrest fires are faster than forrest gump... for whatever that's worth to ya...

i love you, take care of yourself, and don't forget to write :)

please? :)