you are such a cool one, you are…

this entry box was empty thought the title confession can't even find the soul was sitting up there waiting for words and a few rhymes elsewhere distracted me that may have had something to do with the title, but the entry that flowed (just below) may not have anything to do with it so a whole new title formed in it’s place and that’s the story and I’m stuck to it…

how about you?...

yeah baby, austin powers has nothing on you… and here in the madness of babble-land, in RealTime™ and all, we just want to continue… and continue, speaking of continuing, the babbler is continuing to sneak moments from the busy race of life and work and play to pop a paragraph or few out of the blue into e-thereal just about daily, almost eleven hundred entries worth of highs and lows and life and dreams and thoughts and feelings frivolous and profound and all the fun of the fair and more, the stuff of stars you used to come here to read so often, dear friends, dear readers, and lately, a second helping of daily drivel meant to be even more tongue in cheek (but who knows where the shadow marks the moments of most fun or deepest meaning, no less) in the space called bullsugar (yes, after almost one hundred entries it is time to actually introduce the place, aye?... so when do we get to meet the other half dozen that started even more recently?... what?)…

oh, you can, if you wish, find the secrets confession might never reveal in watching the video me, at least until I actually decide to do my own videos, if I ever do, and the selections I put into random pop culture must reveal some deep rooted psychobabblical secrets and disturbances, or something else not exactly spoken (or written, to be more precise) in words…

yes, all my doing, creative or not, and so much more just here at blogspot and then, still more in the written gardens on the web… did you ever enter through the main gate, front door, or back door?... someday I’ll fix the broken window meant for true friends to climb through and maybe you will find me again (do you hear the moody blues too?)…


all I ever wanted was to love and be loved
to trust someone unconditionally
and to know someone trust me just as much
to share everything completely
it may all be too romantic for this world
but it’s more than a fairy tale to me
whatever you believe, I believe in love
and I believe that is the best we can be


oh I am so obviously slippery in my quest for the one and your attention, no doubt, it may just be time to change the subject cuz I’m once again approaching chocoelated… I never said I wouldn’t complain (but it’s about time I formally made a place for it, aye?) … oh so slippery… coy, even :)

yes, alas, and soap too, somewhere amidst almost every line of babble is the dream, the serious hopelessly hopeful romantic dream of sharing the infinitely endless falling in love sharing everything completely openly and honestly with the one who can and wants to do it all, share it all, and become all for me and make me all for her… two become one in this dream, not losing each other, but finding each other, enchanting and enhancing each other, and re-creating each other better than either would ever be without the other… the magic of love…

yeah, so with all I’ve been doing in life, softball in six or seven different leagues with as many teams, though only two taken truly seriously and those two won championships this year (yay 2009)… and lots of game nights and other parties, some through the meetup and some with friends not met through the internet… concerts and shows (way too many to list, but most amazingly magical experiences as music and theatre can be)… dinners galore (and the body weight dropped and rose and dropped and rose accordingly, though I am still on my way down to the most comfortable weight again in spite of a rise this holiday season)… much work as the director level crap of corporate america does demand a whole lot of time and energy in the private sector, but still enjoying the challenges and loving the number crunching and continued learning (cuz I’m such a techie geek at heart, aye?)… and lots more fun, but through it all, still not falling in love, sigh, alas, and giddity (narf)…

so while the bulk of the sheep-like humans like vicariously through tv and the soap opera news media (and what happened in tiger’s world today?... if you know, get a life, aye?), I keep hope alive (and eyes open, we hope) for the magical wonder of the one while I enjoy the moments and all the fun of the fair and do/be (do-be doo) the best I can be while still compromising by as i indulge the sensory pleasures with hedonistic zeal cuz that’s what it’s all about, yay…

with a bit of writing slipped in :)

so what’s up (or down or turned around) in your world these days?... I know reaching me is not as simple as it used to me, partly because I’ve been burned enough to not jump for human contact as I once did, but mostly because I am so busy working and playing and enjoying the immediate moments in the physical life within and all around me here in time and space… still, my number is right there on the side of the page if you want to leave a message (I will call back if you let me know who you are, but I usually don’t answer the phone if I don’t know the number these days thanks to the crap target is pulling over a disputed charge on my now cancelled account, but that’s another story for the complaint department if I ever find the time)…

the secret way to communicate, in case you've been away for a while and missed the techie revolution, is that if you text (yes, as in text message) then i'll add your number and you won't be unknown and i'll answer when i am not otherwise engaged at work or play...

who knows, you may be the one (or know her or otherwise somehow make some magical moments, even if it is only one, in this life for both of us)… after all, there’s much laughter and wonder and magic and love still to be shared :)

merry happy end of year :)