and now, a message from ego

or… a blog entry that actually isn't all about me…

maybe

and then, when actually seeking internet attention and a readership, audience, and all that (we can't all be as amazing as fin, after all… or hissy, for that matter… or even dangerspouse and the other fine amazing upstanding citizens of this odd world, providing they are still there), one must consider the nature of the net and the needs of the people out there…

so what do you needs, people? :)

of course, asking the questions in all sincerity might demonstrate all sincerity, but accomplish little more if nobody is actually reading, so it is probably not the best method of developing a readership when just starting out, though it may be very effective in increasing reader satisfaction after accumulating a large audience… not that i have any such desire, at least not professed, at least not professed recently, or in the past couple of entries, at least…

oh let's face it, i am not out here babbling merely for the cheap thrill of expressing myself (though that euphoric pleasure is rather splendid in and of itself, still, i can obtain such wonders of the emotional flesh without the net, after all), i am seeking feedback, response, reaction, applause, cheers, rousing hoots and hoorays, bravos and gasps, even… awe and worship would be nice too, if you've got any to spare, i mean, i know god has most of that wrapped up, but come on, greed is a sin, after all, so don't make it seem as though god is greedy, spread your worship around all over, that way you respect god… you can start right here…

and then, just as our hero was about to get his heart's desire, the internet ended (sudden black screen)…

ok, so it didn't actually end, there was just a short circuit or something in a server in Cleveland, or Pioria, or somewhere in the Midwest, which should probably be called the mid-east, geographically, but then, nobody's perfect, and when they finally found the cause of the signal interruption, which was a small cockroach who was inadvertently fried while trying to hack into the main pipe of the eastern hub of the usa internet superhighway because, after all, cockroaches want to blog too, it took them several hours to clean up the mess, allowing a few minutes for the memorial ceremony as the cockroach had a large family, before the internet returned and our hero could continue along his merry way…

unfortunately, by then, being a child of television with a ten second attention span, he had completely forgotten what it was he was about to get and moved along to youtube videos, which serve as amusing distractions from life, the universe, and everything and occasionally, inspirations for something meaningful when he can remember what it was…

speaking of youtube, or not…

look out youtube, here comes a a new video blog site… yes, BLIP.TV is your alternative to youtube… not that youtube needs an alternative, but then, maybe you do… or i do… or somebody does… in any case, the blip channel appears to be, at first glance, a bit more polished than youtube… it's almost like the news… of course watching three blips does not give me any authoritative opinion on the new site, after all, pre-judging anything could leave one mortified or something, but i just thought i'd mention it for when we had the time to explore…

it's loud, that's for sure…

in other news, some of you might know, or have noticed, or have heard of, or perhaps could care less about smash who resides over at diaryland, which might be called my former home as we approach the one year anniversary of my pausing there for a moment, but be that as it may be or not to be (am i becoming too repetitive or cliché?... come on, you can tell me, i can take it… you are still out there, aren'tcha?), the following comment was inspired moments ago over at his place:

using big words with concurrent consecutive consonants confuses me...

catarrh, hummph

meanwhile, dandy and cunt so do not go together, which is one of the many things that makes your entries so much fun (or is that morbid humor?... perhaps we can just agree on dangerous?) to read... especially at work... one must always be looking over one's shoulder to see if anyone is glancing over at what is being laughed at as one wonders if one should actually be laughing... not me, of course, but certainly one...

what time is it?...

am i reading you daily again?...

can there be political humor in here?...

these and other questions may or may not be answered in the next installment of, the soap that ended suddenly without really ending at all, so no wonder nobody felt clean...

people care, you know?

meanwhile, from the files of other random asides and wanky guilt trips, i am considering starting another new daily-ish webpage (diary, blog, journal, boobtube, blip, whatever) since my history has demonstracted (occasionally demonstrated too) quite effectively that moving on to new daily babblespots consistently loses the attention of any audience (friends?) i might attract during my year or two at any given address... also, perhaps i might perfect the abstract art of actually maintaining an attention span for more than ten seconds and therein provide readers with something worth returning for more to read for with...

somehow, i think the prepositions tripped me up there, but certainty is an elusive mongrel...

yes, so, in any case, anyway, whatever, meanwhile, hello :)

and oh yes, thank you :)

.
.
.

no offense to dandy or anyone was intended in the making of this poo for we love her, yes we love her, and we definitely do not say so enough, so we take this opportunity to say so more than enough for polite society, but then, we're buried here in smash's diary comments and there's little polite or society about it, now is there?...

but we be cultured, dammit!

you've been missed, really you have, just like these scenes from old movies i've failed to mention in passing, but allude to now as if somehow they've been referenced so subtly that no one ever noticed...

playing those mind games, forever...

and you know that, for sure...

gotta let it go now...

see ya.

(brief pause, followed immediately by a follow up comment)

wait, i left out the r in hurmmph, can i get a do-over?

ptp
(protruding tongue productions)

it is altogether possible that hrrmmpph might have made my point a bit better, but then, none of the spellings seem just right at the moment, so hrmph to the folly of language and then, hope you are enjoying yourself anyway…

please note that the reference to dandy, who is one of my internet heroes, or heroines, or something like that, who truly does not have time to be online nearly as much as so many of us might like and is missed, if only in fantasy, every moment she is gone, was made by smash, as usual, because he's the one with the potty mouth and not me, cuz i'm a good boy, yes i am, and i'd never even consider stooping so low as to subtly starting any sort of drama or war or anything just to attract some attention, not me, i'm too lofty and phlegmatic for that…

blip…

blip…

blip…

well, it looks like there's nothing else on the radar for the moment, or more factually, the time for babbling has run out for this morning, so it is that sad moment when i must bid you all a fine adieu and take my imagination and hopes for friends and dreams of falling in love and winning lottery numbers elswehere, even if you're not here to read this adieu at the moment, or haven't been for years, mind you, we all have busy lives and so much socialization that we really don't need any internet supplements, but thanks for trying and better lick next time… luck has nothing to do with it, except a lot…

i have the patent pending copyright on protruding tongue productions, by the way… protruding proboscis productions as well… speaking of which, i am heading over to the loo to pp now, no poo, i think, but just though you wouldn't want to know so i told you anyway… may you be amused, or at least not have too much gas…

the audience i might keep has to earn it, ya know?...

xmas again

so the cleverest of people pass my brightly decorated office with all the holiday cards on the door and love in the air and candy on the desk and garland around and, in most serious of tones, ask:

did you get the memo, ric?
xmas is over

and people laugh and enjoy the humor, me first, especially when i pop back with something like:

you know i don't read memos
or
no, could you read it to me again?
or
is it time for Halloween already?

more laughter, especially from those who recall i only took down the Halloween decorations in order to put up the xmas and various other solstice holiday decorations... and they still come by often to fish through the candy jar on my desk, asking if i have any more of their favorites stashed away just for them, cuz, after all, why can't it be xmas the whole year through? (someday i'll find the rhyme i wrote when hope was so much fuller and dreamier, perhaps lightly influenced by the similarly themed song that is not included in the youtube below)...

i hope you take a moment to breathe, to giggle, to fart, and to dance now and then... and wander off the beaten path when you least expect it because, when all is said and done, that's where the miracles are found (in the giggles too)...

designing intelligence

and what of evolution, can you honestly say you have any sort of scientific proof that species evolve and change into other species over time?... and what of intelligent design, can you actually say you have any sort of scientific proof that everything was created by some intelligence?... whatever… everybody's got an opinion, ya know?…

in the news in Florida this past week or few, there is much debate (or at least i read an article somewhere) about some public hearings about the school curriculum in this state (which gets an F from at least one respected education system rating source and has been in the bottom 10% of the fifty states for as long as Florida has been a state in this country… in the eighties, it was 49th with only Mississippi beneath it… i believe it moved all the way up to 47th in the last few years… shameful if you are into shame)… the great debate revolves around the science curriculum at the moment, specifically addressing the religion right's thinly disguised attempts to inject creationism into the science curriculum as if god and the who judeo-christian bible story could be scientifically proven like any other scientific theory…

ah, sweet science, so misunderstood… ironically, this attempt at forcing the bible down into the curriculum dressed up as something called intelligent design as if there is legitimate scientific credibility to the story of creation opens the door to closer scrutiny of the science curriculum itself and those with some measure of actual intelligence are raising the question about evolution, specifically, why is evolution not part of the official state science curriculum?...

creationists and those who'd rather placate the religious might point out that evolution is not banned from being taught in school, it just does not get the official stamp of approval as a science or important enough to be for mandatory inclusion in the science curriculum in this state… apparently a hundred and fifty years of scientific study in anthropology, genetics, geology, biology, chemistry, and other respected sciences that support the theory of evolution is not enough evidence to warrant an official mention of the concept… but of course a few years of underhanded misrepresentation of facts that is called intelligent design is worthy of official inclusion in the science curriculum, right?...

obviously some people do not understand the meaning of the word intelligent or intelligence as they certainly make no effort to demonstrate any… but then, why should we expect the word that is part of one of the most obvious oxymorons ever (MI5, anyone?) to be any less oxymoronic in it's latest use?... when will people finally understand that anything based on fear cannot be intelligent because fear dummies down, distorts, and usually destroys everything in it's path… hopefully before we are all destroyed by it…

so here are my momentary thoughts on ID (intelligent design):

so let's say for a moment you take a leap of faith to believe a god-being created everything… when you look around at everything, how in the world can you call that intelligent?...

*mock bow*

ummmm, ok, so i offend more people than i amuse, but then, i amuse myself and in the end, who else really cares?... not those who'd condemn me, for sure… and not those who'd try to change me either… nope, caring is a verb, something we do that is positive and nurturing and supportive and beautiful… caring does not happen in a philosophy that includes fire and brimstone baths for those who do not follow blindly… caring is not telling someone i love you, but you are going to hell… caring has no need or use for the concept of hell… it is the antithesis of love… it is the result of repressing love and substituting fear…

and now, for something completely different (not really), we bring you the odd dance "_blank">of the fruit flies…







i rest my case…

the end of the year as we know it

fine?... well, i don't feel necessarily fine, but i do feel amazed and magical and euphoric down deep inside most of the time, which occasionally flows through in spite of the surface physical feeling of bloat and waste, which is probably why this last entry for the year we commonly call 2007 is not quite the cumulative summary or even coherent wrap up of the year, nor will it be (unless it surprises me big time) the emotional catharsis or beautiful devotion to me, you, or life that i really could use at least once more before i die so i can start living as i know living once again, but it is an entry for us to enjoy and pass some time and most of all, keep in touch (which is the bottom line, after all)…

so let's get to it, ok?…

well, i thought i was doing something good, but apparently something went very wrong… i bought a mybook external hard drive and moved all of my music over to the mybook and deleted it from my hard drive because i was running out of hard drive space, but somehow a lot of the music files disappeared in the transfer… and i already deleted them from the hard drive… so i lost a whole lot of music and some of it was already on the computer so it is gone… boo hoo…

and the mybook external drive is so slow… i think it's because it's going through a USB 1.0 hub because the laptop only has on working USB port and so i connected a hub, but i think it's an old hub and only 1.0… but it's so slow that i doubt 2.0 will be much more satisfactory… the laptop doesn't have a firewire or eSATA connection… the good news is the laptop now has room on it's hard drive… the bad news is some of the music is missing…

the iTunes program has not been popular with my peanut gallery… it seems to be inconvenient and more complicated than a music player ought to be, from my dumb consumer perspective… i am considering giving up on it and trying some other music player… anybody have a favorite that isn't iTunes or the Microsoft one?...

so i've spent the entire night waiting for the 40 GB of music and video files to move over to the mybook… it's taken ten hours… it'll be another bunch of hours before things are back to useful if i can get the iTunes back there… i'll be distracted by this and television for most of the weekend and into the new year, so i wouldn't expect much writing or life happening, especially since i am surrounded by dead people and know no one alive who would call on me to go out or do anything these days… especially not anything healthy… luckily, i have the softball team and meetup when i want to do something with others… and my own internal sense of balance keeps me from dying too much, but it's not always as much fun by myself as it used to be…

a long phase, this phase, aye?...

meanwhile, in keeping with my investigations of humanness and most particularly, the egocentric limits the human places on their own minds and perspectives, i look up at the television (can it get any more exciting?)…

listening to music television, specifically listening to the latest rockers or bands or pop songwriters talk about the writing process, is odd to me… they sounds as though it is some vast process, some massive undertaking, and some flash of brilliance that creates the words, the theme, the idea, and the song… not to diminish the creative process, for it is fun and magical, but it is momentary and very paradoxical… so much of success for a song is due to luck, timing, contacts, and many other rather random factors… and the ideas, they are not something nearly as unique and brilliant as the songwriter often believes… it's probably been said a hundred times before in a hundred different ways, some that would be more popular than currently popular songs, but for the key missing ingredients – timing, contacts, and luck…

there was a time, many years worth of time, in fact, when i wrote a dozen rhyming lyrical bits of brilliance a day… once, when i was really obsessive compulsive, i counted the titled bits of rhyme (titles meant i felt the words were finished enough for being a poem or song on their own) and came up with more than thirty thousand… that was back in the early nineties… i haven't been quite as obsessive compulsive since then, except for at work sometimes, but that’s another story… i wrote less in the late nineties due to being obsessed with being in love and actualizing daily life with a family of six in which i was primary home parent person, but came the new century and the rhyming started again (remember?), but in the last year or so that's winding down again as apathy or ambivalence or both seem to be the dominant factors as i passed through the middle of the first decade of the new century…

do you get the current-tv channel?... it's fascinatingly in the moment, sorta… and for about a third of the time, the videos (or pods, as they call them) are vc2 or viewer created content… yup, anyone can send in videos and get them on tv… it is, perhaps, the most interactive tv on tv today and definitely ranks up at the top of best distractions available on tv…

of course i choose to point out a particular pod that relates to sex so i can foster my prurient fantasies (do i really do that?... only my hairdresser knows, and others who visit and spend some time with me, i suppose)… but i would like to meet an energetic sensual wild and crazy (and i'd say kinky, but humans define kinky in so many different ways and much of the kinkiness many people call kinky has no appeal at all to me, so wild and free and fun and sensual and fit and playful and goofy and unafraid of sex or nudity and laughing at sex and mocking anything and the wonderful rush of the occasional shock value experience and so on seems like a better description than kinky, just saying…

so i might take a closer look at Amber who has her very own amber doll and is doing this as a performance artist but hopefully is also getting off sensually or sexually or both on the experience cuz otherwise, what is art, anyway?... whether art or just a tax-deductable way of acting out favorite perversions, it's surely narcissism at it's best, and the fame got he a job…

there is so much more to choose from at current dot com and naturally, i did not paint the site in it's best light, but then, how can we find amusement in the best light (i don't really think that is actually a question), but it is obviously the missing link in my seemingly never ending quest to become human for, well, just look at all the humanity or something like the news guy screamed when the Hindenberg blew up, and i will probably watch the news year in review again one day, so whatever may be may be, i'll leave the subject for the moment with all the fun of the top five musical youtubers of 2007 (especially for your cynical wit, z, but the rest of us will probably be even more fascinated)…

there's always chris crocker to bring in the new year...

and that, wonderkin, is but one of many dozens of other distractions that have kept me away and dormant and vegetating of late and we come to the close of yet another year by the standard calendar used by most humans these days… it has been, if i am to summarize assess or somehow comparatively measure or judge, even, the year, eh… much to applaud and appreciate (especially you wonderful reader-friends) and much to laugh at (especially me and the rest of the world) and much to pity and change (perhaps the change will come next year)…

no grand profundity, no profound resolutions, just hope for improvement and positive change for everyone and for me, in my egocentric life, starting with me… have fun and enjoy yourself…