just in case we're not back, aye?

tomorrow i will be riding around town with jackson, the morning will be running her work errands even though she has the day off... she never has the day off, actually, with her social services therapy work... tomorrow she has to bring xmas lights and garland to a family who has none... i am donating my old xmas lights and garland from last year that we didn't use this year cuz she wanted white lights... anyway, three stops to pick up stuff at her office and here and then drop off the lights and garland for a poor family's tree...

and then it's apartment shopping for the afternoon... concert in the evening... all we need is for the mayan calendar prophesy people to be wrong, but just in case i die and the internet somehow survives, i have entries scheduled for tomorrow so we can either perish or be amused together... the entries were meant to be updated as tomorrow happened, but we've got some life stuff to live away from the computer so, whatever will be will be... i intend to sleep tonight...

and the world still whirls around... at least for now :)

12/12/12/12/12/12 again

lol... wonder what profound thought might appear here... time may tell, if i live this long and remember to return to this blog... cuz ya see, like the previous post, this post was scheduled years ago, perhaps by the mayan's themselves, cuz there was a possibility that i would not live long enough to actually post this manually, but apparently i did, sort of...

and if i didn't return, i hope life is wonderful :)

apparently i returned, or am returning, and this is the real 12-12-12, 12:12:12 entry cuz the last one that pretended to be the 12-12-12, 12:12:12 entry was actually the 12-12-12, 00:12:12 (note the subtle numerical changes), for whatever it means...

so has the world changed while we slept?... or while we were awake?...

what day is it now?

once again I shall attempt to type the entries into the word document to maintain a file on the computer of all the words I type (write, create, whatever) as if it will matter to someone someday outside of my head (aren’t you honored that I continued to strive to do this for you?... yeah, to dream the impossible dream and all that jazz) as I slipped away into the abyss of nothingness or whatever we might call the disconnect from the stream of consciousness that is the written word that began so long ago and continues within me and without me…

cha cha cha…

and welcome back my friends to the show that never ends…

please stand by :)

growing closer

the list, that is... yes, it's a look around thereal in thereal, this blog page, that is, and we find that the section on the right entitled come a little bit closer just like the old song by jay and the americans (oh go listen, you know you want to) or even this guy, but that's only a deeper reference to the concept of the section and all i am trying to point out (oh really, all?... even gilligan knows better, nyuk and all... oh really?) is that the array of linked pages to choose from (or to wander in order listed) to get to know me better (i.e. come a little bit closer, get it?) is growing to stretch well below the length of the page (being the left side entry length of which i refer to, ya see) and that, my friends, just may be the epitome of defeating the purpose of the brevity upon which this blog was founded...

it is becoming apparently obvious that the babblers have been neglected too long... and that is thereal too...

this is home

other places i communicate with others are fine for their purpose and appreciated for the time and energy others share there, but this is home, the door is open, and anyone watching or sharing without harming is welcome, even if nobody takes the time to stop by...

and the truth is (yeah, feeling the emo for the moment), it is sometimes disappointing when no one cares to stop by, but the door remains open and this remains my home... when i am silent everywhere else, i am still here (the long and winding road)...

hopefully my friends will know that when i appear to disappear...

home from work early, nap, out to game night at the history center, fun, snacks, and home again...

pre-existing conditions

"If the universal health care reform bill dies again, it will be due to pre-existing conditions."

yeah, craig ferguson, the sickest (in a good way, of course) thing on tv these days (replace oprah with him and the next revolution may just begin) did say something quite similar first, but i like the wording above better because it holds both a warning and hope for ultimate awakening to the need for and rightness of universal health care and a direct reference to the money the lobbyists pay to elected officials to get them to vote they way (the pre-existing conditions, get it, wink wink, barf)...

oh all this social consciousness is getting me nauseous... or is that amused... what we need now is a slippery squeaky clean naked teenage girl innocently playing with herself in the shower completely unaware of the cyber camera set up to share her gifts with the world... yes, that'll clean up what's wrong with the world...

no, you are not supposed to know when i am serious and when i am kidding all the time... it is carefully planned that way, even as it does not seem so... you may never know the truth, at least not until you can handle it... let me know when you decide to accept and give up your delusions and we'll have a serious talk...

narf...

cruising the darkness

yeah, the previous entry says it all, or nothing, depending on perspective and understanding, which means i am still awake and riding the wave of hunger energy, with a little help from eggplant parm and some coffee drinks cuz the mind just will not give another night away to sleep without reaching out as best as it gets these days... because the caring never ends, the love never sleeps, the sharing only rests when the promises can keep us holding on to each others, gently riding through the night, cruising the darkness, living together, being comfort honest comfort and in sleep's sweet embrace come the morning light...

i mean, it could have been but we all have our excuses for putting off the sharing, for sleeping alone and taking no risks... and i almost cried just thinking about it tonight and if the right song played, i'd have curled up and died in your arms, or mine, in your absence... there isn't much else to say, with buddha out in front and nowhere to go, just cruising the darness on the net with myself and dreams is the best part of the night for it is the most real...

in the magic moments of what was and will be between the bloat and laziness and self-indulgences of today (that you may be too well aware of and even fear if you doubt your own will power and will not trust mine), but i've known the passion and the promise and kept every word even when i seemed to dissolve in the ethers of forget and regret, not yet have i lost it all, in spite of giving it all away many times... it is an understanding so clear it cuts through the facade of human pretense to expose the naked stumbling through insecurity and self-defenses that so many enlightened wanderers strive for and so few ever actualize... a space, a place, a being, an experience of peace and awareness most call an impossible dream, nirvana, val halla, untopia, and so on...

and what keeps us from the hugs, not wanting to be held for a while, not wanting to hold another, fearing or what - rhetorical questions go unanswered all the time, but then, that is what makes them rhetorical... what if someone actually answered, oh me, oh my, what fun might be found in the moment of then... and now, may you find amusement elsewhere, for you are not here... and if you were, or are, and then, you can still choose to share...

call or write and if you dare believe i am in here, you will find me waiting there...

one more another day

and a fine and dandy good morning to all of you (and me too), though still sleep deprived i feel and the nose and head remains clogged (allergy, head cold, or fatigue-induced, we may never know... thogh it is much more challenging to wake reborn this way, chuckle... wow, i haven't chuckled in years, aye?)...

still, it (yes it, life, the universe, everything, 42, 58, 69, 98, 99, and all the rest) turns me on... i hope you make today wonderful :)

postponed

the writing planned for tonight was postponed due to hours on the phone, which is classic irony for this night as the muses and the ethers and the energies are profound, what with the holiday... entries were added to the RealTime blog, along with music, and we'll be back tomorrow for more...

those of you who have intimacy

i salute you (or something like that)... this is my intimacy... words... writing... exposing myself to you in this way... this is my kiss, my hug, my secret sharing, my trust, my acknowledgment that i can still do it and my imagining it could happen again, any time... these are my intimate moments, stolen from the hustle and bustle and rush of human life, getting from one place to the next...

just stopping home for a bowl of soup and a change before scooting out to another game night... more fun on the horizon, more work left piled on my desk, more words to let you and me and anyone caring know i am here (like the who in whoville)... more life to live and love and share as well as those around me will share...

thank you for sharing this moment with me :)

wakin again, sorta

and the flowology of blogging continues as anothe conscious moment is recorded for posterity and anyone who cares in this life as i know it as i wake from a nice deep sleep with a semi-groggy smiley-cloud with nothing planned for today (though laundry screams for attention, and the great unpacked boxes whimper softly) so i may just babble a bit while taking care of the environs (living spaces) and just might (unless the phone rings and i answer it and get talked into going out and spending money and eating and all that life stuff i do almost every night) enjoy a saturday night at home alone...

last night was a funish game night, though i feel a bit more lonely now for reasons deeply embedded in my psyche that have little to do with the people or activities and more to do with what does not happen in life these days, and i don't just mean sex, drugs, and rock n roll... the night before at the wing house after softball, many beers, and scantilly clad young girls might have something to do with it, but uncle bob seems to suggest age matters (somebody forgot to tell my libido, i suppose) and... babbling?... yeah, later over there...

this blog proves a point, i think, and one of these days i may even get to expressing it, but for now, i don't feel like taking the time to figure out just what it is (besides mostly me) and i'll just wish you a wonderful day cuz you can and really oughta do that for yourself...

happy birthday ray... happy birthday barb

broken morning?

did cat stevens coin the phrase or was it around before he wrote the song... morning has broken, i mean... beautiful song, but i wonder about the line... it's part of my psyche... still, was it there before cat?... what if he had used morning has blossomed instead?...

well, there's the conversation starter for today... racing along at more than a dozen entries a week, this little blog is speeding ahead of the previous daily blogs and that leaves lots more entries for posterity to find naked and pristine (which is one way of looking at the silence, aye?)... it's all good though, cuz i am not here much myself... five minutes in the morning as i dry a bit after a shower and then, a five minute wrap up either after work or before bed or occasionally both, cuz that is thereal, especially online, a few moment of sharing some thoughts and feelings and whatever comes to mind...

the theme is sharing life, sharing thereal, the physical events and experiences from beautiful mornings bathed in golden sunshine to loose bowel movements, from crisp clear evenings listening to music somewhere with friends to wet dreams, thereal is what happens as it happens in this life in the physical world... cuz someday someone might actually want to share it and i'm offering up a way of getting to know what that brave soul might be getting into...

aren't i kind? :)

the babbling flowed over in RealTime(TM) in case you want more words... and some rhymes here and there... and now it is time to dress and head to work and after work, softball... last game of the work-team season, we win, we should be in second place... we play our oldest rivals who we have split games with in the past, so it will be a challenge, and much fun cuz they are a fun bunch... i hope your day is a fun bunch too :)