alas, the night is old

i found the title amusing, anyway... it could have a thousand eyes, after all... imagine that, a thousand old eyes... anyway, the show warehouse 13 was not bad, good enough to keep me watching when i am home but if i had something else to do, i'd head out and catch the show in on demand... the eye candy is not as irresistible as a couple of others, after all... and the basketball games were ok as i glanced back and forth during commercials... still trying to decide between add and adhd, tonight the former wins... which is better, after all, red label or black label?... hey hey, johnny, aye?...

sometimes the most innocuous entries coming out of the most lethargic of head spaces bring the surprise of elsewheres that are so much more interesting, or at least alive... the mood to ramble on endlessly is still not back, in case you haven't noticed... probably more ambivalent than usual... though the odd references to this or that pop in fairly regularly... pooh, poop, poo... it's a pop culture thing, no doubt... so maybe i shall start slipping more linkages (and announcements like like tomorrow april's list is posted with links to dozens of brilliant facebook comments cleverly disguised as blah blah blah... tomorrow, not now) ... been reviewing some of the past and lazily vegetating (relaxing) in the present and not thinking about the future and sharing minimally beyond softball... who looks into eyes anymore, aye?... nyuk, nyuk...

narf :)