800

yes, that’s right… this is the 800th entry here in RealTime™… or at least it was (supposed to be uploaded at the time date it is stamped actually), for a little while… and while that is just a bit more than half the number of entries to be found behind the candoor, it is still a lot of entries, a lot of words, a lot of days/nights in which i gave a few minutes or even an hour to babble on in this place for whatever reasons, for attention, for posterity, for you because i believe you care and hope you enjoy this, for me because i enjoy the writing and dreaming of communicating and caring and sharing and finding more… day after day (or night after night), almost, pressing my ear to my inner voices, my psyche, my heart, my anima, my imaginary or real ethereal connections to the energy of the eternal infinity, life and the universe and everything, and letting whatever it is i hear come through in these words are freely and raw as i hear it… amazing?... maybe… still, it is just what it is…

and the almost built-in irony is that this entry, when all is said and done, will not be the 800th after all, for there are several entries, at least, in the works for the past week which, preceding this one, will make this an entry several past 800… but for the moment, this is the 800th entry uploaded… just for the moment… we can enjoy the moment, so let’s…

yay :)

i believe i started this entry upon returning home from the new year’s eve party at chico’s house (at least i’m calling him chico for this entry, one of these days i’ll get the name act together and make a list so i can be consistent… until then, we can all be confused and amused together as we review the story of a life i’ve uploaded to the web… or you can enjoy it yourself if i am not actually physically present… posterity will, good old friend, posterity)… and i believe i was sliding, after working the full day (almost) and then heading out shopping for the party (hundreds) and then enjoying the party, to sleep… yes, to sleep the sleep of a thousand sleepless nights… to sleep the sleep the dreams are made of… to sleep the sleep of the northern lights… to sleep the sleep of finally falling in love… well, not quite, but it would have been nice, aye?...

and then this entry was interrupted a gazillion times, or at least several over the past two days, so here it is a mocked pauper of the rich celebration it might have been… while rhymes flowed elsewhere, i was distracted by sugar and chocolate and the hangover they provide and all sorts of other things and i lost track of the babbling path (which means several word docs simultaneously opened is not a good idea so change the process now, like right now… ok, another pause for another task away from this entry… see what i mean? :)

ok, we are now typing into a NOW file and the instructions at the top (cuz i sometimes think i might need instructions to keep my head together, or at least to keep my babbling organized cuz who knows how many thousands or millions of words have never been uploaded cuz they were lost in the midst of multi-megabyte word documents… and of course i am distracted by a youtube video that lead me to notice selena gomez who has that darked eyed adorableness, but like so many teens these days (especially the disney herd), there’s a vacuous lack of substance in their voices, their songs, their personalities, their eyes, and their overall presentations… but that’s a rant of a different color, so i’ll step out of this entry to start a new entry ranting about the state of the music business or some such subject that deserves an entry all it’s own (the babbler has been busy behind the candoor)…

meanwhile, here in the overly distracted momentarily 800th entry… maybe it’s just time to upload it since the fanfare and la dee dahs have long since passed and there are a bunch of past and future entries waiting to change everything, so…

enjoy! :)