tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84982832012-01-27T00:23:40.557-05:00once upon a time…<br><br>this blog was created in order to leave a comment at a blog here... and then, <br>it became way for you who wish to know about daily life as I know it... and then,<br>the babbler took over, with encouragement and assistance from the peanut gallery<br><br>so now… in other words… what it is is…<br><br>simply some mundane details and trivia of a life semi-randomly babbled about<br>with a generous mix of sarcasm and irreverence that attempts to balancecandoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04395163846146800858noreply@blogger.comBlogger8631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-60516230307064214772012-01-05T04:26:00.001-05:002012-01-27T00:22:17.756-05:00

you may recall somewhere near the pause (cuz there are no ends in babble, really, and just one end in life, ya know?... but that's besides the point {already?} and oh shutup peanut gallery lol lam) i wrote something like there were so many things on my mind when i first came here and one of the things i was referring to was this... so i turn around and see a crowd gathering and ask why are you

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-83930104790942777952011-12-25T03:45:00.014-05:002011-12-27T03:00:45.318-05:00

not by the date though it might amaze me and others to make the connection that i am here today (and not just cuz so many think i ought to be out riding a sleigh at the moment… shhhh, we don’t give away secrets in the first parenthetic aside, remember?), though it's not about today, it's that i am gifting myself home this weekend as in making myself at home this weekend, something i haven't made

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-79064106600618085092011-10-31T01:01:00.000-04:002011-10-31T01:01:57.412-04:00

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

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-53316630918730994722011-10-09T03:29:00.001-04:002011-10-09T03:31:24.723-04:00

with some influence from the followers (finding even more than last time so yay, i think), but mostly an introspective pondering (maybe even search) of reasons (and rhymes?... we shall see) and what-not for the continued habit of writing daily and then some (what?... oh, and then some, right) in this blogging life (what?... oh yeah, this blogging life, sorta, maybe more like these blogging

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-62152882014492072842011-06-26T16:22:00.001-04:002011-07-17T12:37:21.840-04:00

the fun of finding followers felt more alliterative, but the title wished to emphasize the excitement even more (and excitement is a higher energy level of fun, in case you weren’t putting fun through any analysis or thinking as much as i do about semantics and words and what words mean and how words mean different things in different contexts and situations and experiences and moments and

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-82770817011651403992011-05-30T04:12:00.010-04:002011-05-30T14:39:32.494-04:00

well, brief when compared to the plethora of babbling entries that make up this TheReal™ blog that was once the repository of the loose ends and scattered pages of novels never written and stories never told (not to mention experiences not even imagined, no less lived) floating around in the vacuum that might loosely be called my brain, even as the basis for this blog was the actual experience of

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-52383365184526094802011-04-29T00:03:00.002-04:002011-04-29T00:03:56.217-04:00

yeah, i know i can be spontaneously ridiculous in a seriously dangerous hedonistic kind of way and what i mean by that is that i can, in momentary spurs (or spur of the moments) decide to reverse all collective good sense and indulge the senses of the body to the max in any number of freewheeling ways that any medical professional would probably say is quite not the ideal adventure for the body (

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-66532672467237340922011-04-13T00:35:00.001-04:002011-04-13T08:37:09.800-04:00

i’ll just start this off randomly without reason or rhyme cuz the point of this entry may be to be an entry without one, point, that is, except maybe to kit (as opposed to kiss) which is something you might want to do if you want to do, i mean, care, even, so whether you let me (or yourself) know or not, thanks for being here and the fish thank you too, with reference to a favorite, 42, even,

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-15470094561941186812011-04-06T15:32:00.001-04:002011-04-09T00:54:45.888-04:00

well it's your birthday too (yeah yeah yeah... yeah!) so while waiting for the slowness of facebook to allow me to click on all the movies (films, for the cultured) i've seen cuz they asked, or someone did, asked, that is, i shall update you on the relaxing goof-off day i am giving myself for my birthday because i seldom give myself anything different on any given day cuz i enjoy every day as

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-91227978726395341252011-02-13T03:29:00.017-05:002011-04-02T15:37:50.596-04:00

if you believe in can't, perhaps, but that's besides the point... ”a man walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a glass of water… the bartender reaches under the bar for a shotgun and fires a shot that barely misses the man… the man says thank you, puts a tip on the bar, and leaves… why did the man say thank you?... you can’t always get what you want… you can’t always get what you want…

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-61965791857897252842010-09-25T23:44:00.000-04:002010-09-25T23:44:10.442-04:00

oh, so, it’s been here all along what happened, it would seem, is the babbler lost interest, primarily, the time that used to be provided for the babbling was give to work and to social experiences offline, but also, as if there could possibly be a linear stream of consciousness here, the babbler was getting more negative (depressed about the human condition and the loneliness of being too aware

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-15692789905933050562010-02-06T00:10:00.000-05:002010-02-06T00:10:24.465-05:00

grilled breakfast sandwiches, football player proselytizers, preachers arrested for soliciting prostitutes, 12 year old girls handcuffed and carted out of school for doodling, excitement over finding video of the challenger exploding, hypocrisy and mental illness everything, and you were distracted by the accident you saw on the way to church… what a waste of the potential of the human brain…

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-14725776843803212262010-01-27T00:31:00.000-05:002010-01-27T00:31:41.709-05:00

desparation or desperation, for that matter... desparate desolation desperate desire, too faint for despair or any powerful feeling, too tired for anything but last gasps... the beautiful people starve themselves physically and ethereally in order to appear attractive in the physical world, but how do they really experience the physical life, what does their bowel movements look like, and how

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-87724376930857907602009-12-30T06:11:00.000-05:002009-12-30T06:11:12.224-05:00

sometimes I claim, write, even, that I know why I do what I do, specifically, in this case, why I continue to continue to create new blog spaces to continue to continue to ramble on in different, but probably more the same ways instead of simply writing in the same blog space year after year and there could be much validity in the primal instinct for change that is quite strong in me, which may

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-83908410592722541152009-12-25T02:56:00.015-05:002009-12-27T03:16:47.111-05:00

mostly, i celebrate love... and these days, with no romantic love outside of music and shows and fantasies and dreams (and you oughta know there is a plethora of those in me), the love of friends is the source of celebrations... and while these days, i do not write nearly as much as i usually have in this life, there are still brief moments when i let a friend know i celebrate them and that's

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-75034689862670320382009-12-22T04:53:00.001-05:002009-12-22T04:54:23.827-05:00

yes, the links below form the skeleton of an entry that will be written someday and until then, the links lead to many entries that will help to flesh out this one... reaching back into the closets over the past ten years of rambling online, this might be considered part one of this series yet to be written... the skeleton of part one of the series yet to be written... privacy not all just

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-34413779509495274492009-12-16T00:10:00.005-05:002010-02-07T16:06:19.364-05:00

i am not sure how it is for you or others as i do not live in your bodies or experience your life, but i find this life to be held in memory as a tapestry, a painting, a story from beginning to end and most of my most intense memories are vivid threads of emotion that do not fade with time... when talking to others, this seems to be unique to my experience of life in the brain in the head on the

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-59490800232652709042009-12-12T04:37:00.003-05:002009-12-13T23:56:41.705-05:00

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

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-35873485720430727502009-12-09T01:44:00.002-05:002009-12-24T01:57:24.745-05:00

the later it gets, the wackier the mood, the zanier the rhetoric (except that even on the fartiest night, everyone sells out sometimes, like kissing paris hilton’s buttocks or breasts as if she is some sort of american treasure, but then, the british have their royals and many cultures have relatively meaningless distraction or figurative idol who giggles or preaches or plays a fiddle or dies on

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-87843500463949532522009-12-04T02:02:00.002-05:002009-12-24T02:03:46.312-05:00

who knows, who cares (I mean, not in a heartless who cares but in a silly cartoony douglas adams irreverent relativity of caring kind of just enjoy the ride, if you feel the drift), this entry may have been somewhere before in parts or whole, but not exactly as it is here because, after all, everything changes behind the candor… I keep forgetting the use a word processing program or even

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-60103985422960586382009-11-26T03:05:00.001-05:002009-11-26T14:07:24.561-05:00

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

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-82137541499068987112009-11-16T00:47:00.000-05:002009-11-16T00:47:44.796-05:00

a bit like never give up, never surrender, i am once again inspired to babble a bit by a comment that simply suggested that i be sure to keep a copy of my writings because they are worth saving, or something like that... flattered and goofy with whatever pride my irreverent ego musters when it puffs up only to be mocked by whatever balancing facets playing inside... anyway, whether that makes

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-88361038729018376662009-11-15T00:48:00.006-05:002009-11-16T00:55:56.286-05:00

the entry after this entry is the comment response to the comments left for this entry which was first uploaded elsewhere in ethereal and here we repeat it just in case you were curious about what inspired the next entry (if you are, like me, insatiably curious and click on previous and next and all there is time to click on to know what is going on or who is the person and why is the writing and

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-86451145606204882062009-11-11T02:01:00.001-05:002009-11-11T02:03:26.699-05:00

more often than not, we wonder what is real? (or brilliance, for that matter?)... as the babble flows or as the life occurs within and around us... but i won't speak for you so much as i speak for humanity and then, that's folly as i may not even know myself, hence the question what is real? as if spelling out the obvious makes it more real or somehow brings clarity of sort to the obscurity that

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-73701038433074974122009-11-10T03:04:00.001-05:002009-11-11T00:52:17.834-05:00

i haven't been recording web browsing the way i once planned and even though i spent a tiny fraction of my time browsing these days, i was intending to post an entry a week containing web wandering once again... but somehow i didn't follow through partly because i got wrapped up in the catch up but primarily because i have not had time to browse or copy and paste web addresses and create links

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-27189965466078658752009-11-07T02:24:00.001-05:002009-11-07T14:48:00.181-05:00

i wonder some nights if craig ferguson a genius or just presenting words others write so well that it seems like he's rambling on with no script or cue cards or whatever as if his mind is so amused by mostly everything that he can present everything irreverently with a serious smile cuz there's sometimes a quite serious point mixed in the random thoughts kind of like the way i perceive everything

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-85367962586451761202009-11-06T02:27:00.003-05:002009-11-07T02:37:19.991-05:00

a new comment conversation or sorts is opening up with someone who may or may not be someone i know because he or she is remaining anonymous for now and that always leads me to ponder the possibilities like could it be someone i once slept with or lovbed or knew or an old friend who doesn't know who i am or who doesn'/t want me to know who they are for some reason and that leads to the mystery

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-12065531211875763962009-11-05T01:42:00.000-05:002009-11-05T01:42:14.999-05:00

i thought i uploaded this and might have, somewhere, maybe even here, some time before now, but i do it again if i did it before and if i didn't well, this is one of the ramblings found in the notpad scribble files... sarcastic irreverent seriousness syndrome is in effect... (SISS) meanwhile, as the disclaimer says, The Superficial is a celebrity gossip site which publishes rumors and

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-86049689843245081432009-11-03T01:48:00.015-05:002009-11-05T01:59:30.690-05:00

yes, this is another of those entries that celebrate the awkward pause, or recycled babble, whichever comes first... with or without masturbatory fantasies, as you wish... cuz the film V is a favorite for it's theme and not just cuz natalie portman dresses up as a little girl to stimulate the pedophiles inside everyone, right?... well, now that i've offended half the world and enraged the other

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-17401970703827781082009-11-01T02:00:00.001-05:002009-11-05T02:07:49.506-05:00

if this was repeated, well, just read it again or ignore it, as you wish... you might want to know that this entry contains actual curse words and adult themes and perhaps even porn, which will probably get a lot more people to visit based on this paragraph alone, if not read it... silly humans... in a very spontaneous moment of manic clicking on a links, a moment stolen from sleep after a

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-70114022732089125692009-10-29T02:25:00.000-04:002009-10-29T02:25:22.762-04:00

wishing you were somehow here again, wishing i still had the time, wishing there was time to feel again, wishing there was time for rhyme...

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-63587763783574725412009-10-27T00:10:00.024-04:002009-10-28T00:28:56.788-04:00

wherever i lay my head is the place i call my bed been so long since my homestead wherever i lay my head is the place i call my bed rosebud was more than a sled wherever i lay my head is the place i call my bed forgot everything i ever said wherever i lay my head themes run through the blogs like blood through viens and every now and then, as you who've been around these babbles a long time

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-70368469650084361122009-10-22T01:53:00.002-04:002009-10-22T01:54:03.887-04:00

sleep?... to perchance?... therefore i do what?... meanwhile, if there was only more time in the days of this life i would visit this word-space more often for amusements appear to be appearing here right before my eyes (does that mean they exist right before my eyes or only behind my eyes is not the question, whatever it is better to be)... personally, once fear is disemboweled, everything

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-57610362426434104042009-10-11T13:32:00.000-04:002009-10-11T13:32:39.610-04:00

computers can be ridiculous sometimes, especially when they suddenly cannot locate paths to files that are used regularly… the paranoid can wonder if there’s a sudden virus or intrusion by some stranger invading their computer privacy identify theft and so on (aren’t buzz words amazing?) and the intellectual cynics can curse Microsoft for the faulty software they churn out that has so many

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-66251907220342907112009-10-08T00:02:00.001-04:002009-10-08T00:28:06.840-04:00

real time, it was real time, that's the ticket, the path, the mantra, the theme park we created and came to play in long ago or only yesterday, depending upon which real time line we compare to this moment... ah, but fools we are, we stare blankly wondering what it all means (in the myriad of moments that lead to truth if you follow far enough and can see)... you may just find it... once

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-58519779884916904002009-10-05T02:12:00.001-04:002009-11-05T02:19:30.495-05:00

most policitions prefer not to commit political suicide, which is why it is so rare for a politicion to actually get real and speak the truth about government and business and most anything in life.... this leaves us vulnerable cuz we really don't know who to vote for based on any real knowledge, so the whole election process is a waste of time... to that end, since i don't sleep, i found my

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-17487902553424751322009-10-01T04:04:00.029-04:002009-10-25T04:20:54.374-04:00

deep within the night there is energy beyond cause or reason, beyond rhyme or explanation, beyond wonder and all that we think we know in the mortal coil of human existence and further, beyond all the flights of fancy in the stories we've read and told through the ages from hades to hogwarts, from horatio to hefner, the ones who lead humans from the traps of fear within their own minds through

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-38538375192258246872009-09-14T04:58:00.002-04:002009-09-17T01:01:33.165-04:00

i knew it must have been you (paraphrasing asleigh {how is that name spelled, anyway) brilliant... must be profound, aye?... or at least brilliant, right)... the irony will be (is, shhh, is that once all the dozens of entries missing are uploaded this entry will make much less sense, but for the moment if you track way back to the beginning (or at least early june or so), you might find any

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-90475434225684518912009-08-20T04:15:00.058-04:002009-09-20T21:02:44.640-04:00

goodness, i've been offline all week and most of the past month (longer?)... i was recently asked if i was interested in (or afraid to) swing(ing) on the bungee cord (of a relationship) again, yes and no... and so i pondered a moment or few and this is what fell out of my head (drumroll not necessary, nyuk nyuk)... pondering music might help... i love the roller coaster of emotions that

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-86834937036594278482009-07-20T03:18:00.001-04:002009-09-20T20:15:48.517-04:00

so i look to emails i've been writing of late and find some thoughts i shall expound on here in realtime (isn't it ironic)... starting off, I was so jealous (as much as i get jealous, which is a joke compared to normal humans, hence the sarcastic so, but i guess you had to be here, huh?... so much you've missed) when I read about friends (couples, I think) concert goings... I don't go to enough

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-81303012124322347112009-06-27T03:07:00.002-04:002009-10-07T03:39:05.942-04:00

everybody's a critic, but no one is on stage because they all are way too busy working to survive (ah ah ah staying alive)... and the blessings of the morning free the energy we call the spirit or the soul or anima (or all and more) and so i listen through these eyes and feel the passionate embrace of unrequited love within my mind... and i'm left to wonder... are they memories or dreams i've yet

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-63900976183970880122009-06-14T12:23:00.003-04:002009-06-14T14:08:13.388-04:00

yeah, that's right, an exclamation point in the title, so this must be of vital importance, right?... of course you could take it as the usual irreverent sarcasm i generally find flowing through my mind at any given moment of any given day of this life in human form, but you oughta know by now that there is as much seriousness as there is sarcasm (irreverent or not) in most anything i write... so

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-57884955729483115212009-06-08T00:11:00.003-04:002009-10-30T01:09:16.707-04:00

"you can roll manure in powdered sugar but it still ain't a jelly donut" ah, american colloquialisms... usa americans, that is... the rest of the amercias (perhaps I meant americans., but perhaps I am channeling Spanish babbling made up words now too) might have their own colloquialisms, but the majority of americans do not speak english, so their colloquialisms are lost on the americans who

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-82092448095884114712009-05-05T21:04:00.002-04:002009-05-05T22:25:21.112-04:00

this one began as a comment response for a dear online offline friend who went mad a few times in this life, which is a sure mark of genius even if, as most say i do, it's wasted... and i really wanted to tell you all what i thought about the american idol kids this year because some local musical dudes debated it with me this past saturday night... the irony is i was feeling so connected

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-86708165086337647142009-04-10T02:42:00.000-04:002009-04-10T02:44:26.721-04:00

yeah well i just might be up all night just to spite all the people who don’t care cuz i’m stubborn like that and use the insensitivity and apathy and even cruelty to inspire me to be stubbornly self-servingly self-challenging (only slightly self-destructive) cuz the danger and risk of pushing the body past limits is what makes life the thrill ride it can be just like climbing the mountain

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-24204720129680627672009-04-07T02:11:00.001-04:002009-04-07T02:16:34.994-04:00

the time has not been here for babbling, so i’ve neglected the joy and revelations (and nonsense) of playing behind the candoor and all the other writing places i have created on the web and even here i’ve drifted so far from a daily dose of RealTime™ that there is a definitely detachment in the air, but for better or worse i shall reach into the files and upload the words (rather more randomly

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-41679275850326694982009-03-27T23:37:00.000-04:002009-04-12T23:47:06.177-04:00

while i may only head over to my babbling place behind the candoor now and then (less than once a month, in fact, and almost two years of not being there before this year), when i do go there, i sometimes i click randomly on a diary listed on the recently updated box (so what, maybe three times in the past three years?... or maybe a bit more, but anyway), i lose track of time for a few hours

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-75635686087949512602009-03-09T02:15:00.001-04:002009-03-09T02:29:14.452-04:00

yeah, so here i am in RealTime™ and i’m feeling lonely and yet, still not ready to call anyone up or compromise on trusting anyone enough to initiate interaction, nope, i’m still just sitting around waiting for someone (not just the one, ya see) to prove they care enough about me by acting on the caring (caring is a verb) by reaching out to me regularly in the physical world in RealTime™ and

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-49407955334754567422009-03-08T03:27:00.001-04:002009-03-08T04:44:30.389-04:00

what i am into, what i'm aboutwhat is the purpose of letting it outif nobody knows what none choose to seethere's a world of people and no one knows meawe, the poor baby, all lonely and feeling neglected and blue and unloved and all that... so sad... no wonder why i don't come to RealTime™ much anymore, or go behind the candoor, or visit planet candora, for that matter… the heart sleeps deeper

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-45984086529017688272009-02-15T21:58:00.002-05:002010-01-31T04:33:01.965-05:00

ever notice how evolution and evil douchbag almost sound alike?... well, it made sense when the christian missionary living on the streets of buffalo in 1999 suggested it… yes, the homeless can engage in deep conversations… but where have you been?... wait, where have i been (who’s asking?... hello {hello, hello} and all that haunting music stuff… is there anybody out there… just nod if you can

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-90952130063097392602009-02-08T01:46:00.001-05:002009-02-16T01:50:23.891-05:00

the prophetic convolutions of the residual emotional fallout of the life i’ve supposedly lived to this point in time is spreading all over the internet like a mindless fog flows out in front of a warm front moving under a heavy overhanging cold front, meteorologically speaking… humans seem to believe that they can’t help what or how they feel… i believe humans choose what and how they feel much

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-38865724853414028802009-01-30T21:39:00.000-05:002009-02-05T21:44:05.564-05:00

continued and transferred and expanded and elaborated upon and so on and so forth, this entry was originally written in several parts, each attempting a moment of (e)thereal exposure in the brevity and direct straight-forwardness that the (e)thereal blog has come to represent but each time the entry babbled on too much so just a small fraction of what follows actually found it’s way into the

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-19302093529948753852009-01-28T23:07:00.002-05:002009-02-07T07:29:17.603-05:00

i mean, that is where i am, maybe what i am, could be who i am, or why i am, or when i am, mostly how i am is waiting somewhere else, ethereal planes, ethereal being, ethereal life, ethereal me... meanwhile, so many words are flowing (e)lsewhere, two, three entries a day that offer the opportunity to keep up with me in even more RealTime than here... not quite like twitter and yet, maybe even

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-27782903105255512712009-01-25T23:14:00.001-05:002009-01-28T23:20:22.313-05:00

i predict that the following words will appear in the the cyberspace in the next few days... just to keep you informed cuz i know you really want to know, the following synopses of the day in the life as i know it are actually the entries from (e)thereal since i've been gone from the orlando area... not quite the nashville chronicles, cuz they really aren't influenced by nashville much except for

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-65221045325391990202009-01-20T21:45:00.000-05:002009-02-05T21:53:06.560-05:00

people of the world… i decided that there is a modicum of conformity i can accept in my bloglife… after all, i once (though i do not now) played all sorts of incentive games on the web (back when behind the candoor was cooking with gas, or something like that)… anyway, this is for posterity because i want to be one more person reminding people that stupidity is not a good quality in a

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-90717545062456481932009-01-18T22:07:00.004-05:002009-01-18T22:25:00.429-05:00

on page 2913 of the coast to coast website, which i believe is the art bell radio show, i found this:On July 22, 2006, I walked over to the window and saw this moth on my outside air conditioner unit. It was the most bizarre thing I had seen in a long time. I retrieved my digital camera and snapped a picture through the glass and the window screen before going outside in a failed to attempt to

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-27119685447156625592009-01-15T23:04:00.003-05:002009-01-17T00:00:04.460-05:00

demi lovato is my latest instant fav singer cuz i feel her voice in all sorts of wonderful and hard to reach places inside… i sense major talent, so hopefully she will nurture herself and be nurtured and not be sucked dry before she fully develops like most of the artists in this world these days… just remember (or don’t forget) i said it, she’s got amazing talent, a rocker with emo, fragile

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-54231705591808823722009-01-12T02:25:00.002-05:002009-06-10T19:09:34.433-04:00

and this may have been a letter to a friend in RealTime™ once upon a time and is now a waiting to be expanded blog entry for the future time when time permits expanding,,, omigosh, i just was reminded that i said yes to go to taverna opa, the greek restaurant on international drive, and i've got nobody to go with except the other 49 people who signed up... wanna go? :) but seriously now,

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-29932441600692550052009-01-10T21:32:00.000-05:002009-02-05T21:38:02.830-05:00

so ok, i was wadering (or wandering) myspace in the middle of the night and came across some orlandonians (even though i don’t update the site, it’s still mine, my word, my world, rah rah he, i mean ha… wait, i think i’ve lost my original thought… is there an original thought?... what was it, anyway?... was it in a parentheses?... the parentheses wants to know)… so there they were, a whole dozen

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-85741984374111004332009-01-07T03:04:00.002-05:002009-01-11T02:46:34.831-05:00

since we’re all just hanging on the edge of our seats to know what the property manager did, there was waiver of the late fee (and warning that the waiver was a one time deal) for me to sign attached to my door the next night… isn’t that sweet?... it really gets scary when i suddenly decide to write in someone else’s diary, but i think i can safely say no children or animals were harmed and i

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-36318008431387748242009-01-06T23:51:00.001-05:002009-01-07T00:23:43.145-05:00

what happened was just this (it really was quite simple)… well, maybe this will explain it more succinctly, or perhaps i’ll do that here… you see (or might, eventually, if i ever get around to explaining what i am talking about), i forgot all about paying rent this month and instead of calling me and reminding me, i found a very harsh formal legal three day notice on the door with a 10% penalty…

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-6671184813861074472009-01-03T01:44:00.002-05:002009-01-04T23:50:06.331-05:00

Hello you’re all the rage in a directionI am using the voice recognition softwareSo if I now there are his sons, not use a weapon world are you doing here was ready to ship software the cell although then what a breakthrough?... somehow time makes this article about the world’s smallest transistor quite amusing… and the voice recognition software (microsoft) i used above to have the computer type

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-64658087445853566322009-01-01T05:47:00.002-05:002009-01-03T15:17:14.047-05:00

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

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-8175057011665186072008-12-29T23:59:00.000-05:002008-12-30T00:45:41.087-05:00

as epic as the previous entry may have been (though i may be biased, but i believe it was far outdone by the behind the candoor version that was fully expanded and babbleified, it is time for another to take it's place here and this too is an entry in progress for behind the candoor as the babbler has much to be babbling about when pondering the words... still, though this place is supposed to be

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-83594731414481193782008-12-27T11:48:00.002-05:002008-12-27T20:13:45.711-05:00

three daily blogs?... no, actually, two daily blogs and a diary… so what happened to the journal?... is the journal too personal?... to serious?... am i serious?... i am laughing, but that doesn’t mean i am not serious… why all the public writing?... well, since i am asking, i’ll ponder an answer… of course i want to believe that someone out there in this universe lives to know everything about

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-48929137062425558922008-12-25T19:02:00.003-05:002008-12-26T01:16:19.891-05:00

sleep, sweet sleep, though still have not put the bed together and sleeping on the mattress on the floor is not good here… it’s the mattress getting old, the trouble with a metal coil mattress that has been moved and stepped on and slept on for too many years… especially the stepped on part… and a caffeine withdrawal sugar hangover headache nags at the moment and that is woke me from my big green

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-55397464742608355272008-12-24T23:20:00.001-05:002008-12-24T23:41:11.006-05:00

this was the RealTime™ plan from thereal earlier tonight (link included in case you doubt my veracity and happen to have qa wet noodle you want to swing around cuz you don’t actually need to click this time as i am cheating again and including the thereal entry below, with the possibility of slight embellishments just cuz i can and it’s fun and it keeps us on our toes and drives editors bananas

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-34340937142291505612008-12-23T20:35:00.001-05:002008-12-23T21:39:40.571-05:00

something to listen to while browsing… beyond the broken links of the playlist at the top (so sad, the time to fix the stream of consciousness that was is not, just like the tapes lost in a lovers arms, the wistful winds of this season spent alone, something only some of us have known and no one wants to really call their own, but that’s besides the point)… what i should really ought to be doing

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-22900070768032428832008-12-21T04:33:00.001-05:002008-12-21T04:37:53.224-05:00

while the current desktop image (see the story and the image a few entries back) stimulates the sensuality in me more and more, the schedule of social and fun and work and work leaves so little time for rest that the body is running down and this seasons cold/flu bug seems to be digging in more than any previous year, enough so that i caved in and bought and consumed some nighttime cold/cough

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-55140620648054475502008-12-19T22:40:00.001-05:002008-12-19T22:45:52.803-05:00

wow, freaking wow, freaking wow, freaking freaking wow, how time passes not unnoticed but unrecorded as if it is unnoticed but not really cuz i notice even as it slips by unnoticed… and everywhere goes the same or different only similar and still somewhat unique (no really, you would barely believe your own eyes if you found the time to see for yourself, read, even, cuz time keeps on slipping

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-3657585121352110692008-12-17T02:16:00.002-05:002009-02-27T02:22:59.796-05:00

so using reverse psychobable on myself, i return from a comment behind the candoor to present a future entry made of past substance and much nothingness just like in the beginning when exploration was more important than meaning and abstraction lead to wherever it got me... or something like that... wow, both of you from the snail mail days... and sadly, i do not have the last letters you wrote

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-39255024834028050942008-12-15T00:50:00.001-05:002008-12-25T00:59:11.083-05:00

alright, the music plays and sets the tone, the feeling comes from deep alone where sirens sing in monotone and passions are all that we own… of course the most serious sort of beginning can (and generally ought to, from my perspective) bleed into irreverence, if just to keep the balance but also, to amuse and maintain a happy playful experience in the whole reality, big picture, you know)… but

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-12924941007255576362008-12-13T03:52:00.005-05:002008-12-25T03:03:42.286-05:00

the whole concept of RealTime™ is irreverent and rather discarded by a babbler, as you may have noticed along the way as the babbler increasingly moved into this space and presented the relativity of time in a relatively infinite number of ways… this entry is once again and remake of the babbler’s craft and now that the diary home of the babbler is coming alive again (that would be behind the

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-52320986984070620982008-12-12T03:41:00.002-05:002008-12-24T23:52:01.181-05:00

losing all contact with RealTime™ as this year of 2008 rumbles toward it’s ultimate conclusion, and filling in the gaps of the three primary writing spaces with overlaps and redundancies that are edited for your continued reading pleasure (like a stephen king novel is pleasure, i imagine, aye?), this is the second of a two part entry that will have it’s first part uploaded tomorrow so it appears

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-16922774020457350352008-12-11T02:24:00.004-05:002008-12-17T18:35:50.393-05:00

so a few days ago (or maybe a few days from now, time being so relative and all), while contemplating which came first, the chicken or the easter bunny, or something like that) as i was wandering the web like i used to when i was more aimless and undreassed, i mean undisciplined, and much mor emo than i am today {yes, i was, the proof is all over the web}, i re-discovered the usenet (ironic name

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-85085584771060184322008-12-10T01:43:00.001-05:002008-12-13T10:45:11.535-05:00

the ridiculous seduces the sublime and they have several children, three of which grow up to write this next two part blog entry behind the candoor, but the twist for a change is that instead of bringing RealTime™ to the babbler for playful expansion and random asides, the babbler brings the children here to expose themselves and celebrate the birth and death of two of my holiest heros, harry and

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-25818508557360014512008-12-09T01:36:00.003-05:002008-12-13T10:48:18.758-05:00

that was my holiday message (the previous entry, which is technically the next entry in this blog, chronologically, but it the entry above this entry when viewed in this blog, so it was uploaded as the next entry, chronologically, not to confuse, but to give you the best chance of actually reading part one before part two because it is important to get all the parts in the right place in order

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-1765615113806260792008-12-08T00:52:00.004-05:002008-12-13T10:43:01.573-05:00

this is part three of your holiday message, or massage, if you are wise and following instructions… but remember, it is important that you fit the parts together just right for maximum satisfaction, so be sure to read and experience part one and two, preferably in that order, before coming again to part three… and i do hope you are coming again, because if you are not, you missed the whole point

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-46637962833701701592008-12-07T23:07:00.004-05:002008-12-07T23:52:14.586-05:00

the musical flavors continue to amuse my auditory taste buds as i work my way through the cd stacks as i unpack the bags of sounds and the semi-randomness of words flit through the synapses invigorating the spirit/soul/anima thing, the ethereal me, as only songs can... even with thousands of recordings up in storage for years and hundreds left behind and stolen over the years, there are still

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-67182743274725467162008-12-06T04:05:00.000-05:002008-12-07T23:57:17.090-05:00

ok, so get real with what you feel was once the theme of a website i started creating about ten years ago and i wonder if i ever got there and one of the prevailing questions was is it really hard core getting real or is it just self-pity? and a question came to mind just tonight that took me back to that theme... simply, the query begins like this... if i am a person of value, a person worth

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-43161089586809511972008-12-04T02:43:00.003-05:002008-12-04T17:37:13.532-05:00

as the mars volta carry this really distorted distended (and bloated) body across the cd cover (not to mention fill the ears with stimulation) and papaya slithers down the esophagus, another strange and wonderful night begins midstream with our hero waking after turning in early as the body requested and oooo, the feeling is almost just right (if only the bloat was not so ever present, aye?) and

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-77407525461340466842008-12-03T01:12:00.003-05:002008-12-03T01:32:19.596-05:00

i supposed the word napped, being in the past tense, infers that i woke, unless of course the word is used in such a way to state i did not wake from my nap, such as napped and never woke again or died while he napped, which could make the claim of obvious inference an assumption, but then, we are bored if we are slicing the language that thin (grammar nazi in the house?)... did anybody say

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-88054399757837732132008-12-02T03:24:00.001-05:002008-12-02T03:53:13.142-05:00

and what happened instead (referring to yesterday's entry) was i slept (cuz just in case you didn't notice the sudden emergence of a bunch of entries in the past week, that's what i did last night... loving the futility of buying these internet the-one-will-find-me lottery tickets, aye?)... and woke and went back to sleep and then went to play softball... i know i did other things, yes, i did...

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-28216584409408950662008-12-01T06:35:00.001-05:002008-12-01T06:37:39.779-05:00

years pass... and yet, the feeling of the bitter rain stinging the skin, the taste of the near frozen tears, the bone-chilling wind ripping through the clothing, all this, and the wave of numbness enveloping me from the inside out... years can not make such visceral memories pass... for the experience of such intensity is not forgotten without some physical brain damage and for better or worse,

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-15779372688629082792008-11-30T23:59:00.001-05:002008-12-01T06:34:40.253-05:00

days later, in spite of the probability that the babble will overflow into eight or more entries that may appear as four different entries on four different dates in two different places (as if you might be wondering where, aye?) in the next few hours, but the time for babbling was sucked up by other stuff such as this startling prediliction (whatever that means):and sleep has not been granted

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-15582863116043532762008-11-29T23:59:00.001-05:002008-12-01T06:31:20.118-05:00

for those of you paying attention to every little detail, you may have noticed the tag (or label or category or whatever we choose to call those things that we tag on blog entries to sort of sort them into categories with labels tagged on... doh?) flowology over at (e)thereal and this is it... eyes widdening will not get me to the point any sooner, you know... the study of the flow of babble,

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-20375358604009680712008-11-28T23:59:00.001-05:002008-12-01T06:27:51.633-05:00

i napped for a few hours and was awakened several times by dreams, which is an extremely rare experience for me as i almost always enjoy my dreams asleep and leave them there... i recalled several dreams all about people i knew and have met over the few hours i napped, two of these people called tonight after i woke, which is that sweet kind of eerie, especially since i have not heard from one in

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-67625770420293695242008-11-27T23:58:00.000-05:002008-12-01T06:22:59.885-05:00

and what do i find, it's still empty... imagine that, the box does not fill itself with words... somehow, there is something profound in the thought these words are attempting to convey, but there is less impetus to continue delving into is and more impetus to laugh and continue wherever the words might lead... the babbling paused, as you may have noticed if you arrive here during the four day

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-72824130198281341642008-11-26T23:58:00.003-05:002008-11-27T03:59:06.358-05:00

whirls around, aye?... yes, the world does and the people, well, like most critters on this planet, the people burrow in and hang on for dear life... only the birds are not afraid to fly, and perhaps they are, or simply do not understand fear as other species do... apparently the babbler wants out tonight as the thereal entry kind of rambled even as i consciously cut the shopping list short and

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-6081219930519652162008-11-25T00:44:00.004-05:002008-12-01T06:02:21.170-05:00

reading john's blog inspired this:we should all be arrestedbased on our moral lawsthe holiest religious manpreach a word that never wascuz we do not actualize itwe pretend to be goodhuman beings are parasitesand i wish that i couldsay "no, not me"but i too am swallowed by apathyliving on the edge is the song that playsshame is hardly felt these daysas connected as the world can bewith mass media

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-33044597333535260312008-11-24T00:20:00.004-05:002008-11-24T01:16:53.459-05:00

maybe time is more real in the physical space as movement and changes in visual acuity and perspective provides more time passing clues that are more challenging to ignore than they are online where the words or web page remains static for much longer periods than the life does in physical space, so while moments become minutes that can seem like hours or longer in physical space, days and even

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-8310257428034035422008-11-23T02:25:00.001-05:002008-11-23T02:29:23.563-05:00

ok, for hours now i've been browsing blogmad! and finding mostly boring advertisements for uninteresting things and people using blogs for get-rich-quick schemes and a whole lot of very specific-niche sites, but every now and then i find something intriguing and i read a bit and save the address (or add it to my blogmad favorites if it really went ding! in my head)... for whatever it's worth, sad

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-66144955526140970242008-11-21T03:09:00.002-05:002008-11-23T03:29:41.087-05:00

yes, a little action would be god here... but you see, i was spending hours roaming blogmad! two or three entries from now (time is relative, or did you forget?) here or there (yeah, space is relative too, especially online) when i suddenly stumbled upon the one and only smash who doesn't love me nearly as much as i love him as evidenced by the much more frequent linking of him by me rather than

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-5096340068777781432008-11-20T00:02:00.003-05:002008-11-23T03:31:30.714-05:00

in spite of every effort to become human and write brief real time entries, this blog has obviously deteriorated (or elevated, depending on your perspective) to the life and times of babbling fool once again... although there may be some how that there is a place for us, i mean a place for brief real life moments (that dang west side story always getting into the mix (but my heart, anita, but my

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-943104298241404082008-11-19T23:59:00.004-05:002008-11-22T12:09:19.194-05:00

well oh my good griefnish... the explosion we were all waiting for almost happened (oh?... can four blog entries be considered an actual explosion or at least the start of one?... time will tell, aye?), but the deeper truth at the heart of the matter is that this is not the babbler's place, even though the babble has bubbled up from the depths like molten tar in southern california, this is the

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-53930329899441396512008-11-16T23:53:00.000-05:002008-11-16T23:54:08.728-05:00

listening to jimi hendrix sing dylan's like a rolling stone live at monterey (ironically, he was introduced by rolling stone brian jones) brings back memories of living in monterey after the hope of a new quasi-camelot and a better world imploded on it's own pitard of greed and corruption that promoted ignorance and fear that fed hate and confusion that lead so many gifted geniuses to escape into

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-22137789355393204592008-11-15T23:59:00.000-05:002008-11-16T23:53:23.783-05:00

time adjusted for posterity (it's a few hours later in RealTime™)just so you don't feel left out, this was just uploaded to behind the candoor cuz, well, it was time... when time permits i will be catching up here, then, if ever time permits, i'll be catching up there and then, if time permits even more, i'll be catching up everywhere else, and i mean everywhere else, so come along if you have

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-4222586023668090382008-11-14T22:38:00.003-05:002008-11-19T22:56:58.384-05:00

lol, it's happening again, at least, for the past couple of days, or some time in the near future if you believe in the time-date stamp thing in these blogs... the curtain rustles and out pour some words in the old vein, sorta, maybe, who can tell, who can judge, who will tell, who cares (i do, i do :)yeah, the glee floats through the air (wonder if i'll have time for a party {wait, time for a

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-65533840940340108812008-11-13T07:17:00.000-05:002008-11-19T07:22:03.292-05:00

dunno if this will be a trend, but this next bit felt more like btc than here, so there it went, but since i am so skimpy here these days, here it is too (with perhaps more embellishing to come as is usually the case when time permits):may history not repeat (or something like that)may we learn from our mistakeswow, it is so sad that humans refuse to be open and honest with each other and say

candoorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16247345559618328103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8498283.post-36059824615375323102008-11-11T20:49:00.006-05:002008-11-11T22:13:16.234-05:00

sweet sounds fill the air in the amusing and reversely prophetic story of joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat and once again i am thorouhgly enthralled with the pure creative literary genius of tim rice and musical genius of andrew lloyd webber and so deeply i feel that dream still alive, to find the musical genius that would collaborate with me to create such moments as these that

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