part three (sorta)

it was not tv's craig ferguson bring me mila kunis that is distracting me at the moment (what's that name game he's got on the tv right now?) and being the middle of the night where i am and it having been thansksgiving the night before the stillness (or is it silence?) on facebook is not distracting me so what is distracting me and am i distracted and we could turn on rosewood and have that beautiful body distract me as i choose between the shows currently on the dvr that i watch and jackson does not watch because i try not to watch the shows she watches so we can enjoy them together but i sometimes do watch those shows before she does because she doesn't have time to watch tv more than a half hour to an hour one or two nights and week which is why we have more than 90% full dvr most of the time which prompts me to consider the enhanced dvr which has three times the space or so i am told but not until i get an income producing job again so here we are...

wherever this is (or might have been)...

narf :)

yeah hun, it's like that sometimes

so before you go rock the facebook (with each letter being a unique adventure in commenting... unless i lied) or discussing the martian and china with stephen colbert (pandering optional) or even have bits and bites of dinner with the new (or soon to be) king of late night for anyone with intelligence and diverse interests (and some craig ferguson fans who forgive letterman and cbs, ah yes, i miss him too... and his little robot too... and horse he didn't ride in on... and the puppets... and so much more, but enough reminiscing randomly, or is that random reminiscing?... it could have been so beautiful after all) in mixed company (did i mention my wednesday night team is called mixed nuts? yet?), the mad cap adventures must be reviewed and relived (even as more are happening all the time) which could be a relief as well... but don't let the door hit you on your way out of here some way (jokers and thieves not withstanding)...

you bet your almonds...

narf :)

stephen to stephen

stephen colbert kicked off his version of the late show and it was a smash... even i enjoyed it and i rarely enjoy tv except when i do... and the first show, well, was a tone-setter... seems we are going to see an injection of reality into politics mixed with irreverence and entertainment... and then can the first friday night show and stephen king darkened the stage with more humor than expected followed by paul simon who was introduced as a paul simon cover band, troubled waters and they granted one of colbert's wishes, to whistle the whistling part of me and julio down by the school yard... and he called him al lol... a bit of brilliant musical trivia come to life... yes, these are the kind of things that amuse this geek... and i would so like to be stephen king's friend... i'd be amused even if it wasn't the night continuum came back...

so maybe it is because stephen colbert channels a bit of the best of craig ferguson, but i am enjoying him as the new late night host (enough to write a second entry about him in his first four days on the air, aye?) and you are welcome to join me on this journey (dvr'ed of course)...

narf :)

and then it was one

one o'clock, that is... yes, as ridiculous as it is (unhealthy, even), and in spite of being away more than eighteen hours and falling asleep sitting here some ten hours ago, i am way too awake and waking in five hours again is so not a good idea... itchy testicles?... perhaps you've been sitting with the laptop on your lap too long, or falling asleep with it on your lap, or maybe it's crabs... did you fall for the distraction or are you checking your groin?... hey, women are not immune, even if you are ballless... ballless, is that a word?... looks weird... blogger doesn't do spell check, does it?... i forget... you good go mad and never know it, ya know?... then again, maybe not...

and then i stuffed myself with pasta or oatmeal and chips and more (depends on which night this is, not that this is any sort of generic entry or what not) and the scale reports a rise in the weight, again, and the fool lives dangerously closer to the edge and end and i'm wasted and i can't find my way home... at least for the moment... james corden is no craig fergusen, but he can be amusing...

i'm done, narf :}

stunt doubles needn't apply

yes, though not meaning macho bravado that some might read into the title, the fact is i do all of my own stunts... that's right, i take my own risks and while i make every effort to look before most of my leaps, i wonld not ask anyone to take a leak i wouldn't take for myself... of course i meant leap and intentionally planted the typo for the effect, defusing the potential macho reading and of course, that humor thing... no seriously, you don't have to love me blindly to appreciate this blog, but it might help... i am in show biz, after all... and i don't even charge for the free publicity... i've always felt that guest should sit naked between live prude girls, i mean, if you really want to maximize the awkward effect... or the girls should be naked and of course, no one should pay any attention to that or mention it even a little... i mean, as if for no apparent reason, whatever happened to stevie nelson, anyway?...

so i would provide an awkward pause but milana vayntrub is not around and we could even settle for her blonde friend, but she's taking a shower and we wouldn't want to get the blog wet (besides, she's naked and who'd want to see that, right?)... and if you haven't quite lost your mind yet, you might allow room for james corbin into your (yeah, i miss him too) craig ferguson space (what, another mila?... milla might be upset if she wasn't happily married... you can stop starting rumors now... kunis and jovovich both appreciate it...

narf :)

following craig

maybe the luckiest guy in show business this week is james corbin who, with the help of meryl streep, arnold schwartznegger, jay leno, and a host of other famous people, was introduced to the late late show and with no less than tom hanks and mila kunis as his guests... needless to say i stayed awake to masturbate...

oh sure, you aren't laughing because you are embarrassed, but no worries, you are quietly sitting in your home where nobody knows except me and i am the one writing this, so what me worry?...

seriously, they don't know what they are missing...

what?...

sugar carbs more

i am definitely enjoying a bit of sugar... more so soon?, and i mean sharing here, writing, hopeing readers will read, hoping the one will find something that will inspire her to be more beautiful and also want to meet me)... chocolate ice, to be precise, when i am not completely focused on live, that is... ... oh year, can i have a glass every night like wine?... i don't want the wine, give me the chocolate ice... even though it gives me liver, sinus, and occasionally brain freeze... i almost always stop before the brain because the liver (or organ somewhere close to the liver) reacts first and fiercely and the pain paises the pleasure of slurping up the chocolate ice... i'd like to chat with zelda about her dad and her life just to experience the energy... who knows, she might have been the one once, everybody is somebody's the one... we are all depressed at times, and most are manic at times, so we are all some form of bipolar, we just control and mask and hide and integrate it into our daily lives (and others) differently... some do it more seamlessly than others and you'd never know unless they did something rash... the whole thing amuses me, when it doesn't inspire me to want to cry... if i had more carbs i would consume them... that's the risk of opening the door to that brain high again... so addictive... so sweet (get it?)...

what?... i will miss craig ferguson too... yeah, but pass it along, m'ok?)...

narf :)

unreasonable assumptions

ok, so while i kept expecting the girls who inspired the previous entry (milana and stevie, who won me over with their names even before i saw their stupid sense of humor and by stupid i mean bad joke dead pan sarcastic funny) to say shwetty balls at any moment and then challenge craig ferguson to an awkward pause contest, today (or then again, that was last night) was a catch up on sleep day/night as i am pretty sure i went to bed pretty early last night and slept about twelve hours before waking this morning... i could have easily napped today but was kept awake by work and helenwho got a new tv and reminded me that i promised to come over and hook it up for her... so i made sausages for lunch and ordered pizza for dinner because i am letting laziness dominate these days as pay back for the personal betrayals and usery and over-working and loneliness and unfairness and so many reasons to be depressed and giving into laziness helps cheer me up cuz i have the power to say fukital even as dishes and clothes and life piles up and foolish spending brings savings down...

i mean, it's not as if i am just sitting here writing and waiting for an adorable youtuber or two to come partner with me and send us to unbelievable fame and fortune, right?...

narf :)

missing caffeine

starting the day with caffeine diminished my appetite and had me going twelve hours later not even realizing twelve hours went by and then after getting home another four hours of walking working washing and doing around the house stuff brought me to this (whatever that is) in spite of the fatigue of a one hundred hour week without pause (or poise microliners, for that matter) because cuteness like kelly ripa or deep sensuality like mila kunis or nonchalant adorability like meg ryan or milla jojovich or, well, this is not what i was saying but doing it feels better than sleeping so whatever is going on it is presenting these words to you even if you never find them or appreciate them if you do, amazing is in the eye of the beholder, like everything else...

sleep may be wise and even bring wisdom but sleep deprivation, like many other drugs, bring so many other possibilities... some people stop at the yellow, some choose a path less travelled, neither is right or wrong, both are as you want them to be...

the fruits of late night television are found on the craig show, in case you do not know...

narf :)

ssssssssswwwwwwwwwaaaaaaanhnnnnnnnnn

dive?... heck if i know... maybe it's an accent thing... neck?... definitely as intrusive into the consciousness as anything, even more than the ear when it raises the stakes... it can really get in the way of some serious cunnilingus, but that's beside the point... ridiculously, my tastes in pornography are not satisfied with any of the pornography humanity produces... not that i've seen it all... i suppose that proves i am an alien... alien sex, that's the ticket... craig ferguson would understand... or at least pretend he does just for the nod and wink effect... he's good at that... might as well buy a real doll, but then, those are made for human tastes... anybody got an alien real doll?... you want me to be serious?... you assume i am not?... or can be?... oh pishaw, come let me love you, la la la...

we are all innocent, really we are... some of us just abuse the experience a lot more than others... that's human nature, at least for the moment... might as well be in an underwear commercial for adult diapers, or not... i really must stop looking up at the tv, it can be quite disturbing, even if i never turn on the news... pretend it's not happening, that's the way to survive... or go mad and fuck it, that's my way... sometimes...

one of these nights, we'll all understand... '

narf :)

there might have been fifty

or more entries as popular as this one, or that one linked before as this one, not meaning this one, if you know what i mean... i really don't understand how anyone could have preferred jay lenno over david letterman... but craig ferguson tops them all, like it or not, for he simply acts like he doesn't care what happens to him or how he appears better than any of them... that's the secret, you know... appearing like you don't care about anything except loving the moment and everything in it... yes, you too...

so just remember as you stroll about your life (or is that as yous troll about your life?), even someone with a 249 iq might be inferior to someone with a 250 iq... it's just that way sometimes...

yeah, there could have been fifty, or we could just enjoy what we've got...

do that, narf :)

much gas tonight

but that's beside the point... ultimately, it's the brain that craves more stimulation than can be had within (even an infinite imagination gets hungry for some new meat... or greens... or curious, even... and sometimes i am curious yellow, ya falla?... fella?... ah, innocent love child sharing splendor in the grass with my freely sexual sweet swedish girlfriend, but parenthetic asides aside), the point is enjoying the minds of some others like mila or milla or craig in this world (or beyond this atmosphere) and even if they are only available on tv (or through other recorded media) at 2am or later (cuz who hasn't been wide awake at 4am without a soul in sight just hanging on the hope that the kids are alright, ya know), i simply do it (stay awake, stay awake, tonight, tonight, won't be like any night fever night fever yeah yeah yeah yeah) and i don't mean masturbate to eye candy, though that would be an olympic event for many we've never heard of (unlike the perennial hot dog eating contest winner), but all i want to do is have some fun and tonight i am hoping ingrid puts on a good sing or two... unfortunately it was one of her popier tunes and worse, the dvr screwed up and cut the song off and jumped to a segment of comedy or something like that with the usual double entendres... yes, brain food, that's why i give up sleep... and you know, kids wait up...

anyway, i didn't expect the mini-skirt, but who's complaining?...

narf :)

sleepiness comes

so i indulged in a pizza, a deep dish (sicilian) with extra cheese and pepperoni... and i ate the whole thing, believe it... emotional eating does not care when the belly is actually full, emotional eating is all about the taste buds and the taste buds are relatively insatiable so the whole pizza went down cuz not only was it super scrumptious delicious, there were redundancies involved, like majors stressors, anger, depression, loneliness, betrayal, and the usual pretense involved, at least...

even craig ferguson is still loving on mila kunis and other lecherous innuendo... and who cares, i mean, really, who cares?...

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

it is not the end of the world, but

who knows... it could be the end of something, in fact, my little rosanne rosannadannas, it's always the end of something... either it's the end of one thing or another thing... every moment ends so the next moment can begin... profound, i know... craig ferguson just rolled over and he's not even dead yet... long may he live... and his little horse too... i miss the puppets though... and mila, always mila...

there isn't much point to this entry other than to lust and lavish and languish longingly along the lazy lumbar spine, ot something like that...

something profound was supposed to be here, really...

narf lol lam :)

an evening of entries

spreading the entries out over the day does not change the fact that they were all written after i got home from work and went shopping for jackson and fed everyone and did everything jackson needed (cuz she had foot surgery and can't be on her feet for a few days (and will be on crutches for weeks and can't drive for a month and it's pay back time for the month she took care of me when i broke my foot last year so don't be fooled by the datetimestamp (or at least not the time stamp) cuz it's after bedtime now and being a friday with no plans for work tomorrow (just jackson care), i am feeling buzzed about babbling (could also be the munching and caffeine and chocolate i've been consuming) so it's gonna seem as if i've been writing entries all day about this and that and whatever else might come to mind...

i know, it doesn't get much more exciting than this... whatever happened to craig ferguson, anyway?... probably still on the air, i just don't watch much other than sports and dvr'ed stuff and i haven't gotten into dvr-ing him... but his love affair with mila kunis is not what brought either of them to mind tonight, it was something quite random i almost forgot... i know...

we can dance if we wanna...

narf :)

update session, part one (yeah baby)

in that ever so coyly cleverly cutely annoying austin powers kind of way crossed between craig ferguson's i know and with all the cool sensual fitness of milla jobovich and all the silly sensual innocence of mila kunis and all the simple sensual sweetness of meg ryan and all the quirky sensual humor of neve campbell and all the nerdy sensual nostalia of zooey deschanel and (oh, all the mix of sensual beauty of libbo's dream date, that is... that is, that's the tone of the yeah baby, m'ok?...

what i meant to come here to say is that i am taking a break from the catch up session because blogger says i posted too many entries today and i have to do a captcha to upload entries into my own blog, imagine that... so i don't know how long i will have to wait for the captha crap to go away, but i will hope for soon and try again in a few hours and again late and after that and if necessary, wait 24 more hours and then, start a whole new catch up session and we will call that one catch up session part two just to differentiate the sessions cuz they will have different flavors being different sessions and yet still they are part of the same overall catch up file...

hopefully that makes some sense and you will enjoy what has been, what will be, and what is...

so we are about half way through and this catch up session, part one that started here and pauses now until whenever blogger google lets me post freely again... i know it's a form of madness that carries us onward even as we are missing what was gone because the truth of the heart is ever so slear (clear, even) and the best we can do is go back to the drawing board to find the way to merge everything so what i mean is no matter how many words i write i really couldn't tell you if what is wrong or right cuz in the end it is for you to decide precisely what is true and what is illusion and until i get back you can enjoy the flood of entries that you can find if you have the time and the inclination to click click click and to that end, if you don't have the time to read tham all, this paragraph offers a taste of what you might miss if you merely go forward...

what you don't know, you will miss (even if you don't know you miss it)...

narf :)

what's all this?

all this reality, i mean... even while i am sleeping (and do i dream?) this blog is droning on and on and on about life's daily details making one sided conversation as if the meals eaten and daily poops (literally) and every little thought no matter how fleeting is all vital information that must be dissected and explored and recorded and expounded upon and on and on and on ad infinitum in ever increasingly seriously irreverent and irreverently serious (not to mention overly dramatic and utter nonsensical) ways... what about mila?... don't be ridiculous now... or too obsessive, for that matter... i mean, a little obsession is a good thing, but... what?... no, seriously?... save me craig... i mean, mila deserves much more attention than she has gotten around here lately and i don't just mean as a the blow-up doll of my dreams or some sort of libido fantasy (though if i had to design the ideal turn-on, she'd be as close as any off-the-rack human has ever gotten, i mean, except maybe for amy)... the infinite sadness deep within her eyes belies the absolutely silly joy in her smile and that understanding creates a bond that only she would understand, a longing for someone else who might understand the sheer irresistibility of innocence merging with consciousness to bring adorableness into physical existence...

yes, there must be time for mila amidst all this rambling nonsense and daily drama... she would understand...

milanarf, narfila, narflol :)

lots of tv

i ought to be writing a lot of entries in background tv but like it is here, i am not there much either lately... partly cuz i don't sit with the computer anymore and party cuz i don't remember to (or don't feel inspired to... there is so little that i'd consider inspiring on television)... still, i make note here that i am watching a lot of tv of late... mostly reruns.,.. let's see what i remember watching recently (remind me to come back when i remember more)...

tv shows: ncis, castle, bones, dr. who, orphan black, defiance, through the wormhole, the universe, warehouse 13, elementary, perception, numb3rs, the mentalist, psych, animaniacs, futurama, the simpsons, family guy, how it's made, star trek: next generation, lost girl, being human, the nerdist, craig ferguson, ... lots of others...

movies: serenity, hook, galaxy quest, and more i don't recall at the moment and a bunch of crap movies too...

sports and other stuff: ncaa tournaments (basketball, softball), nba playoffs, and all sorts of sports at local sports bars a couple of times a week...

fascinating life, isn't it?...

narf :)

just had to be (repeated, that is)

read me, read me (click here) and click through the links inside

no no, read and click through on the links in this one
it just continues

a dozen new entries passed in the past few moments... catch them before they disappear... cuz they could, like everything, there is transience in this temporary existence... so think, feel, click back to catch up, read, and continue...

silly puppy, all the secrets of the universe (or maybe mostly to me) are contained within the links within the entries within the blogs within the interweb, especially the entries linked in this entry and the entries linked in the entries linked in this entry and (did you notice any entries linked in this entry yet?... i know, i can be so subtle it's baffling... probably because it's craig ferguson's birthday... even if mila kunis isn't on)...

so i just must have known, having said just a few hours ago, "no harpo, i don't want to come over and hold your leg tonight" and i had no clue that i would be watching craig (without mila, i know) celebrate his birthday with the william of shatner (shat what?... shat where?) because i've already seen the other stuff that was on and i somehow checked the listings and found it was minutes away from the start of craig (so i saw a bit of one of the hottest smiles and cutest faces and sweetest bodies {feel free to rearrange the adjectives as you wish} on tv on extra... and maria is cute too... see what i did there?... seriously, maria, i'd hold your leg if you came over)...

what?... who?... where?... when?... (don't ask why)... (or how)... ok, this entry will hold our place until i get back and catch up a bit, maybe even babble... even without mila... or maria... wandering away now before i start singing west side story.. tonight?...

whut?... oh narf already :)

see what i mean? (maybe... i think?)...

a 4am entry, no doubt... worth repeating, i think... if you don't like the music, turn it off... so maybe the entries have been superficial and trivial of late... definitely some... definitely not others, but who can tell with my love of secret obscurities and buried links and such... mostly i'd rather enjoy myself than lament over missing sharing and missing music and missing people who share intimacy through lyrical magic and eye contact and all the fun of the fairs, or something like that... loving music saves me (saved by the music, remember me, my friend?)... i listen to the mixes (this one auto-plays, just so you know) people have made for me (and other random music i find that touches me) and those i made that i can still access (missing those, like the stolen child, kept out of my reach so far away)... and even though the people who made the mixes do not share what they shared anymore (or maybe they never really listened to the words) and nobody around here shares musical meanings and messages the way they can be shared (the way i do), the bliss can still be found inside... so life outside stays the shallows mostly... but deep down, you know why i really come here...

listening to the song above? (or here... there's always hope)... how many times has the chorus been asked of me, more than i can count... so narf... and lol... and lam... and really? (with apologies for myspace commercials)... yup, secrets and sighs :)

after all, somebody might wave back :)

click to listen to another song about why i am here

oh silly, read both

read me, read me (click here) and click through the links inside

no no, read and click through on the links in this one

silly puppy, all the secrets of the universe (or maybe mostly to me) are contained within the links within the entries within the blogs within the interweb, especially the entries linked in this entry and the entries linked in the entries linked in this entry and (did you notice any entries linked in this entry yet?... i know, i can be so subtle it's baffling... probably because it's craig ferguson's birthday... even if mila kunis isn't on)...

so i just must have known, having said just a few hours ago, "no harpo, i don't want to come over and hold your leg tonight" and i had no clue that i would be watching craig (without mila, i know) celebrate his birthday with the william of shatner (shat what?... shat where?) because i've already seen the other stuff that was on and i somehow checked the listings and found it was minutes away from the start of craig (so i saw a bit of one of the hottest smiles and cutest faces and sweetest bodies {feel free to rearrange the adjectives as you wish} on tv on extra... and maria is cute too... see what i did there?... seriously, maria, i'd hold your leg if you came over)...

what?... who?... where?... when?... (don't ask why)... (or how)... ok, this entry will hold our place until i get back and catch up a bit, maybe even babble... even without mila... or maria... wandering away now before i start singing west side story.. tonight?...

whut?... oh narf already :)