so i look at the blogger dashboard that lists all my many blogs (59 now, i think, that i either created {most of them} or was invited to be part of, including a few private ones... most of the not private ones can be found via my profile(s) here, in case you wondered) and i find i have followers and the last count i have 13 followers (thank you lucky number 13) and i shall admit that i love the idea that anyone might be in the least bit interested in anything i might babble on about (or actually experience in RealTime(TM) in this life i live {or used to live, since this blog is not actually updated all that often due to time constrants as explained a long time ago when it's brief daily update blog known as (e)thereal was created or invented or initiated or birthed, as the case may be and depending on perspective or whatever whatever whatever as you may already know, but all this parenthetic aside aside, i am still here when i can fit in the time and still [as you may have noticed] love to babble on several tracks simultaneiously [within parentheses within parentheses and so on], beside the points and all] offline) or even maybe somebody might actually care and want to connect in RealTime(TM) offline (the telephone for texting or calling is somewhere on the sidebar, though please be aware that i almost never {cuz there is no never, relatively speaking} actually answer a number i am not familiar with unless a voicemail identifies the caller {that would be you} and then i happilly answer next time and may even call back {which is rare for so many valid and delusional reasons we can review next time you call) and maybe even all these words will lead to the one cuz even now as i so seldom indulge the heartstrings and dreams they remain alive and well, relatively ok, and do burst forth in rhyme and song a few times a month, approximately, as time is relative (which you may have read somewhere before or even believe and understand from your own unique experience and perspective, which would be cool to explore and share), but this (and that) is beside the point that i may have lost somewhere in translation or babble cuz while i so love the fact that you are following and lover you for choosing to, i must admit with a smile and genine humility (ego fainted) and honest love that i hear a voice in my head quite innocently and sincerely asking, "why in the world are they following me?, for giggles sake"...

feel free to answer, respond even, if you followed any of that or simply caught the question near the ent of the paragraph...

i have to be up in 4 hours to head into work to decorate the haunted hallway for the kids (one more time for the kids in the hospital, thank you harry) who are due through in just under 9 hours and i slept only two hours last night and played softball and hung out in the hot sun and ran around looking for halloween stuff for the kids and then for clothes for me to wear at the david sedaris show tonight that a dear beautiful friend is taking me to (one day maybe we'll have wild passionate sex and risk blowing the beautiful friendship, but until then lust is a playful tease in my mind and who knows what's going on in hers, but i may have digressed again) and then dinner with her and the show and home and some ncaa college football recruiting between weeks 7 and 8 (ea sports video game reference, in case you are getting more lost than you were before, cuz you know, it's in the game cha cha cha) and then catch up on a few emails and blog checking (dashboard, which brings us here) and writing five or so blog entries in five or so of the blogs (not counting this one) and then, there is now and we are here and i am remembering that i have to be up in 4 hours to head into work to decorate the haunted hallway for the kids (one more time for the kids in the hospital, thank you harry) who are due through in just under 9 hours and i slept only two hours last night and played softball and hung out in the hot sun and ran around looking for halloween stuff for the kids and then for clothes for me to wear at the david sedaris show tonight that a dear beautiful friend is taking me to (one day maybe we'll have wild passionate sex and risk blowing the beautiful friendship, but until then lust is a playful tease in my mind and who knows what's going on in hers, but i may have digressed again) and then dinner with her and the show and home and some ncaa college football recruiting between weeks 7 and 8 (ea sports video game reference, in case you are getting more lost than you were before, cuz you know, it's in the game cha cha cha) and then catch up on a few emails and blog checking (dashboard, which brings us here) and writing five or so blog entries in five or so of the blogs (not counting this one) and then, there is now and we are here and i am remembering that i have to be up in 4 hours to head into work to decorate the haunted hallway for the kids (one more time for the kids in the hospital, thank you harry) who are due through in just under 9 hours and i slept only two hours last night and played softball and hung out in the hot sun and ran around looking for halloween stuff for the kids and then for clothes for me to wear at the david sedaris show tonight that a dear beautiful friend is taking me to (one day maybe we'll have wild passionate sex and risk blowing the beautiful friendship, but until then lust is a playful tease in my mind and who knows what's going on in hers, but i may have digressed again) and then dinner with her and the show and home and some ncaa college football recruiting between weeks 7 and 8 (ea sports video game reference, in case you are getting more lost than you were before, cuz you know, it's in the game cha cha cha) and then catch up on a few emails and blog checking (dashboard, which brings us here) and writing five or so blog entries in five or so of the blogs (not counting this one) and then, there is now and we are here and i am remembering that i have to be up in 4 hours...

we seem to be in a loop...

are you laughing because you actually read through the loop, both loops, or laughing for some other reason... laughing at me is ok, but since i am laughing too i prefer it if you are laughing with me... that isn't always the case even if we are both laughing at the same time, simultaneously, even, but it is preferable nonetheless... if you are not laughing, you may be the most bored person on the planet or a glutten for literary punishment, in which case i will let you know when the doctor gets here and you can share my session...

this will conclude this excruciatingly brief update of the RealTime(TM) broadcasting system blah blah blah blah blah (you know the speech, fill in the blanks to make is most amusing and least blah for you)... i will be back when i find more time (and sleep, heck, i don't even make time to list all the label tags each entry ought to have anymore, but i still revere the words and intend to one day... there are no perfect people, only perfect intentions, ya know?) and until then, all babbling and joking and teasing and kidding aside and most seriously of all . . . thank you so much more than any words can say for being out there and for any interest in me you might have and even more, thank you even more for any caring you may feel...

i shall fall asleep smiling now, may you be smiling too :)