give me head

what i mean is, i need more brain, specifically, more information connected to my brain... maybe i just need better organization and efficiency and time management... what brings this on, you might ask (and it isn't cuz i want to look up and listen to robin wright laugh while bantering with craig, though i do find her most appealing in part cuz of the fond memories of the princess bride which reamins on of my favorite films of all time, but then, of course, it was all about true love and that is my reason for living, after all)...

NOTE: this entry was relocated nhere after running away with itself in thereal where brevity is still the goal even if it turned into some form of bullsugar along the way, so if cross-over is noticed cuz you actually find time to wander through my babbles in multiple places, then thank you and at least you know, for whatever it's worth, knowing, that is... anyway, back to the ever-expanding (can we be slipping behind the candoor tonight?... omigosh, how exciting to be thankful for too) entry in progress...

yes, babble... old friend, i've missed you... wish you were here, but in your absence, i continue...

well, the point of the title is inspired or prompted or at least related to the fact that i appear to have missed out on a $229 netbook that would have been perfect timing since i am heading south for a few days in a couple of days and i would have bought it (the netbook) if they had one at the store i visited today after getting my softball pants hemmed (and while waiting for the same-day hemming, i wandered around the burlington coat factory and somehow found myself leaving with close to $500 worth of clothes that i may never wear, but maybe i will finally dress in pants and shirts {and ties?} instead of the fancy sweats i wear most of the time these days, for years, actually... yes, so i actually bought three pair of semi-dress pants and three ties and at least twice three shirts {that would be six, or a half dozen, at least, aye?} and two pair of shoes, or some sort of footwear and a jacket for cooler softball nights and a jacket for smoking, not that i smoke, but it's one of those smoking jackets you might find worn by alcoholic writers obscurely drifting through life on the left bank {of paris, of course}, which might make me cooler than i am if i wear it to the local poetry slams or something like that)...

yes, so anyway, beyond the mourning of missing the partner of my dreams who might dress me up and take me out now and then, i was saying that i was a bit perturbed that i missed this $229 netbook and every best buy in florida is sold out except one and that one is between miami and ft. lauderdale and i am going to be in ft. lauderdale friday through sunday, so i tried to order it online but the site wouldn't work for some reason and i am hoping it is cuz it only works when the store is open and not cuz of the sucky att internet connection and...

pause...

as if to prove the point, i am munching on banana nut crunch and dr pepper cherry while hearing (not necessarily listening to, mind you) wolfgang puck cooking some sort of thanksgiving foods on craig ferguson (in case you didn't know i meant him when i mentioned craig earlier) and i sat back down here cuz i suddenly left the previous paragraph due to a call from the bladder and i glanced over at the computer and said to myself... was i writing something?... an entry?... blog post?... epic prose, massive missive, or some other literary cliche?) and there you have it, whatever it is...

proving the point, no doubt...

i mean the need for more brain cells or at least better connectivity, organization, efficiency, time management, or something like that... back in the day, when yesterday was young and i had lots of fans who eagerly awaited word-filled paper from me in their mailboxes (before the death of snail mail, and in so many ways it has died, for me, at least), this sort of disjointed babbling was received quite well by the looney toons who read me back then... but i wonder how much actual communicating was/is going on... and i wonder how much entertainment value there was/is and is/was worth the time...

anyway, i munch away at my banana nut crunch and ponder how to pick up that netbook and realize the only reason i want the netbook is cuz of the writing jones that has, in many ways, dominated this life and me and in other ways, interfered with relationships that might have been and created relationships that may not have been and even may have saved relationships if i would have indulged the jones a bit more at critical times, but then, who knows what might have been and whatever will be will be, so why bother...

what?...

yes, this is the point where i realized and acknowledged, or at least acknowledged that this is a babbling entry that belongs in the babbling place that was not supposed to be RealTime (poor RealTime, you were a good idea while you lasted), but became RealTime (hello RealTime, love your new hair-do) cuz it was easier and faster to manuever around blogger than diaryland even in the days of crappy internet connection like these days (did i mentioned att sucks?), but before this goes on any further and turns thereal (ah, there still may be hope for you yet) into a babbling place, which was not the intention, i shall move these words and summarize somewhat, or something like that...

some what?...

i should probably cut back on the dr pepper cherry soon as the sugar hangover will not be fun and i really need to be in optimal shape come friday saturday and sunday for the softball tournament in ft lauderdale and yes, the thought of stopping by the condo to see if the old man is still alive has crossed my mind but there really will not be time for that as the team has almost every moment planned as a team, but we shall see...

and so i will put together another playlist now... starting with... lenka's the show (this could be some scary fun, aye?)...