times travels on the net (sort of)

if we wandered back in time through the many places i've wandered and those places in which i've recorded all those wanderings (to link a few... and the surprise susprise miment was that i had actually left a half dozen old diaries out of the table of contents {of sorts} which is amusing, even if it is mostly beside the point), we would find that the previous (and alleged) part one was actually part several thousand as i've been imagining strangers as friends for a long long time (did you miss my letters to stevie nicks some few decades ago?... i even mailed them... see, it's not just unknown strangers on the internet who get immortalized in babbling (or is that stalked?... shhhh, we're all good friends now, aren't we... nyuk nyuk nod nod wink wink and all that jazz... now now, be nice... we wouldn't want the poor boy to go ahead and get all cellophane on us, now would we?)...

yeah, so anyway, browsing the internet could produce dozens of entries a day (and it has in the past, after all), but who has time for the browsing, not less the babbling the browsing can inspire (not me lately, what with work and softball and more work and the occasional party... heck, there used to be a card game and a party every week, or more, until i started this new job last year and there's just no time for much else... but softball has been rained out every night for a week and a half so i have had more time and last night, obviusly, or yesterday, even, the browsing and babbling (see prior posts and the linkage therein?) began again a bit and unless i wisely take a nap today before the championship game, i may just babble a bittle today too... babble a bittle?... well sure, i don't mind if i do... do you?... well, speak up, we don't have all day after all, there's a championship game to be played ya know...

so this is not part two... this is more like the hundred ninety seventh prologue, at least... don't look now, but prequels have been happening around here long before georgie boy made them epic... not before asimov though, i mean, whadaya think i am, ancient or something?... immortal, maybe, but not ancient... heck, i'm not even an antique... living, loving, feeling alright...

narf :)