thereal (e)thereal and so on...

yeah, so i am really into this daily blogging thing over at (e)thereal (link can be found on the right, the sidebar, somewhere above the mouse-over photo, the only photo ever to be part of a main blog or diary or journal site that was not purely a visual site, note the profundity of the choice made all those years ago)...

in fact, it's all but taken over the internet writing time i allot from my busy schedule (except for the communication with toronto time, which has become a bit of an obsession lately, like most roller coaster type experiences that have the potential of stretching my limits one universe further than they ever thought they could be stretched, as if limits have consciousness and thought processes and interactive conversations and lawyers and unions and bunions, even)...

onions?...
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no really, just look at the offerings over there:

so there i am miinding (with two i's, mind you, get it, two eyes?... oh nevermind) my own dreams, fast asleep, that is, and most deeply, even, comfortably wrapped up in the big green chair that i put back together day befor yesterday or some time during this past weekand suddenly i experience the sensation of falling... i know that textbooks have told me many people experience falling-type dreams and there are volumes on the possible whys and wherefores behind such mental constructs, but as you may know, i rarely remember my dreams and hardly ever remember a falling-type dream... well, the dream did not last long... in fact, it wasn't a dream at all (so thanks for the analysis, dad, come on let's play) for i found myself awake in an interestingly odd position looking up at the ceiling and at my feet, which were definitely closer to the ceiling than my head...

i laid there for a few minutes wondering how much of the experience was lucid dreaming, because my eyes appeared wide open and my mind appeared quite conscious and i sit here typing these words watching my fingers move through physical space as if i am wide awake... ya never know, ya know?... and then i started feeling the blood pressure rising in the head and chest (which certainly did not feel good what with my current condition, which is a specific form of chondritis (inflammation of cartlidge) known as costochondritis wherein the cartlidge inflammed is the stuff between the ribs, and even more specifically, tietze syndrome, named after tietze in 1921, of course, and not to be confused with tietz syndrome, named after tietz, a different guy in a different year, not to mention a very different syndrome, which (the first guy tietze from 1921) is the same rib cartlidge inflammation as costochondritis, except there is swelling) which (the rising blood pressure, lest we forget) suggested that i might actually be awake and in a rather odd upside-down positon...

i wiggled my toes and saw them wiggle, not that something so simple would prove i was awake, but it was worth a try... i then attempted to sit up and found myself nailed to the floor by gravity and what with the chest thing with all those many names and the pain told me i was very much awake and should extricate myself from the rather odd upside-down position...

yes, the big green chair fell over backwards, hence the boom...

so i slowly worked my legs to the left and after an indeterminable amount of time, gradually ended up sideways on the back of the big green chair, which was flat on the ground, which was not easy to do without pulling on my hair with my shoulder and elbow, bno to mention the lack of assistant from my rib cartlidge, and in time, i found myself sort of sitting up on the back of the big green chair just looking around (me, not the chair) and wondering if i was really awake...

that's when i came here to tell you about it, just in case it was a dream, i figured i'll find out in the morning when i read this entry that it probably was not (a dream, that is)...

#9... #9... #9...

nite nite...

babble?... yes, actual babble, i think... we are still awaiting the test results to come back from outer mongolia, but the preliminary piss test did turn blue, or was that pink... it's not easy to tell with those perky petite breasts bouncing around my mind tonight, but that's another story (also told a bit more over there, in the new daily blog... (e)what?... (e)daily?... heck (e)yeah, there are eight posts for november already and it's only the third (day of the month)... and obviously i am not completely able to keep to the plan, that is, to actually write brief mostly serious relevant to real true physical daily life experiences blog posts like the big famous bloggers do... but it's closer, like this was closer than behind the candoor, which was closer than candora and mostly dead and on and on and on... anonanonanon?... wherever have you gone, anonanonanon?... alas... poor parentheses, i knew you well)...

classic sixties british and british alternative pop music (long before music coined the term alternative, trust me... or not, if you like... as you wish, and all) plays on the cd stack in progress and we are all just so cool being from the sixties and all, timothy leary eat your acid out... i wonder, if you take enough acid long enough, do you start flashing back to a time before drugs?... maybe we should ask the breasts...

so what i meant to say was, if i can keep my tongue in my mouth long enough to get the words out, i am still babbling and there are babbles awaiting formation and arrangement and completion and uploading to hear (just as there are those a bit further down the pipe still awaiting all that for btc), but my primary writing place is currently elsewhere, like the pp breasts... sigh... hey, at least i didn't drool... before the napkins got there...

and the amazing story of the mitochondria, or costcocondria, or whatever it was is passing right passed this mostly dormant (as far as uploading goes... oh, is that a glimmer of hope dropping into the mix like a lead balloon?)...

suddenly, sleep...

what?... i have no idea what was mostly dormant... blog?... life?... love life?... sex life?... shoebox?... ollie north?... true north?... the great white north?... actually, the nuts mentioned in the next entry are a brand called true north, though true might be an exaggeration... yeah, so anyway, i wasn't kidding, suddenly sleep and the entry was over, tune in next time to see if anything matters or matches or makes any more sense...

i still love you though, even if i've lost my mind :)