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 :)

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 :)

meanwhile, between her legs

so there they were, tom hanks and james corbin talking about manspreading on the first late late show james corbin hosted with mila kunis sitting metween them and james foolishly tells mila not to join in which was his first mistake, but perhaps he is gay reaching for a gay audience (it's tough to tell with him being british, after all), but what is most shocking is how motherhood (or ashton) has taken it's toll on the darling innocent sensuality of mila as she sat between the two men spreading their legs... it is sad what releasing a human being from between her legs can do to a girl... yeah, i said it, alas, this has dropped her down the libbo ladder even if i don't update the website tonight because i am too lazy too even if the internet was not down (yes, brighthouse has failed us once again)... if you are not distracted (or dusgusted) enough yet, welcome to the machine and thank you for your tolerance... can i offend your religion next?...

hump that body baby, hump, hump, yeah yeah, hump that body baby, you know how to move it move it, hump that body baby, hump hump, yeah yeah, hump that body baby, you know how to groove it, you know that was coming, what else rhymes with move it, hump that body baby, goose goose goose it, hump that body baby, all night long...

you don't have to be british to be easily embarrassed...

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?...

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 :)

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...

beyond ethereal (or something like that)

lo and behold the predictable amazement, it looks like my russian girlfriend is back (which is great now that mila kunis has lost her mind, but that's another sit-com, or story), so welcome back my love to the show that is made of lots of words lots of stuff lots of links never enough, or something like that... really, mila, it will be amazing if you ever understand the connection (or continuum, in some languages) between energies (or auras in some languages) and truth (or Lubov’-eto to, shto nel’z’a pon’at holovoy, yeye nuzhno pochuvstvovat’ sercem, in some languages) so few reach (and you have that potential, if you dare), but for now you just know you live when you love and remain a sweet distraction in the visual realm of this physical world which is just a fraction of all there is... see you when you get there...

meanwhile, i shall spend time with my russian girlfriend for a while again, at least until she leaves again, as she floats between the ethereal planes as i do and as we only occasionally touches this physical so it is such a spectacularly subtle savory sort of sweetness when we both find ourselves on the same plane for a while...

you don't need to understand to continue reading and be enthralled by the amazing stories slipped between the mundane details and almost assinine complaints... ok, so maybe not always so almost... nyuk nyuk yourself... i mean nyuk, ya know?... perhaps these random links might provide at least a clue (or something like that)...

lol lam narf :)

you could be happy

if your face was in your hand, would you enjoy a high five?... palm face would know... when did the dodge dart become cool, sporty, or youthful?... and when cotten or toilet paper is lost in the nose, what good are the tweezers you were going to buy?... live for today, this moment, for you never know what might happen in the next nostril... just be careful, in this world, in this culture, in this fear driven day and age, when you let a child sit on your lap (especially if she wants to stradle you)... children behave (that's what they say when we're together)... why do they cover up more girl parts than boy parts, anyway?... and then, you know when you've had enough tv when tv reaches a point where even seth mcfarlane isn't funny anymore... check with your doctor to determine whether your heart is ready for sex... or war, if that's your turn on... macho men make the craziest bedfellows... what's so great about getting your butt kissed, anyway?... noses come in many colors, so do swamp monsters...

call a scientist... or seth mcfarlane... or mila kunis, if she ever gets over her childhood crush, poor thing... she could be happy (or the sweetest sex toy in the shop, even)... with respect, seriously... wait, did you take all this seriously?...

narf :)

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 :)

seriously, mila

randomly flipping through channels i found friends with benefits and despite the stupid human stereotype of relationships and ignorance of emotions and so on and the arbitrary moral hypocrisy as demonstrated by the gross sound editing (can't say fuck, but can be naked onscreen and pretend to actually fuck all you want} for the unthinkable horrors of what some control freaks like to call obscene or offensive language (and the other movie flaws), it is definitely a wonderful sight to see mila since she is one of my favorite visual images in this world... i suppose i will want to check out all of her movies just because she is in them (like goldie hawn, jodie foster, meg ryan, and sandra bullock before her, though not in that order of preference if i was actually in a position where i had to choose who to spend time with...

fact is, mila would be ahead of most of them for reasons beyond the visual {especially sense of humor, voice, intangibles}, but visually she is top few visual fantasies on every level (in case you didn't know or remember {remember libbo?) that she has been stalked in this blog at least a few times over the years {sure, i may add links eventually, but until then you could just search for mila (which can be quite haunting, actually... love?) or mila kunis (which may not be quite as haunting, though it depends on the browser you use as different browsers react to embed codes differently, but that's beside the point, maybe and maybe not love, but obsession, actually?) or both in the search box at the top of the page, cha know?}... being a stalker with ADD is not very effective though i suppose... ba-dum-bum}... hey, what?... you don't have human visual images that your eyes aspire to find?)... yeah, that girl is in fine shape too... that girl, yeah... yeah... she knows... i think i'll make another milk shake...

i once had abs and fitness like that... now i just have the legs...

narf :)

so i slept in

i might have dreamed, if i remembered, or maybe i was just making up some clever titllation in order to present it as an entry and drive us all somewhat sensually crazy imagining mila kunis and the current companion (yes, the doctor is teasing yet another return this weekend, or so i've been told... can the hot little orphan be far behind?... oh, and what a behind, aye?... what, don't tell me you missed the first episode... do you have any idea what i am rambling on about?) as nude bookends (me being the book, naturally) and no one was wearing a fez, by the way...

of course we were dancing in unison, dualson, trison, all four of us, even...

i'll wake up soo, so shhhhhh, let me keep dreaming...

narf :)

some time later

while pushing the limits again, there was the sweet dreams are made of those who exude sensuality like mila kunis (in spite of her love of the stupid... (it's 11/12/13, by the way... i mean, in case you didn't notice)... i want to meet the love child of mila kunis and amy mainzer now) and that is why i am not here, but i leave you these words to amuse yourself with (with which to amuse yourself, even) if you are awake and not enjoying your exuding playmates...

telegram from the dresser draw? ( or under the hair?)... fancy pants optional...

g'narf :)

meeting curious

curious the cat... naturally curious is the cat's blog name, like happiness is the dog's blog name and jackson is the roommate's blog name and so on and so forth and scooby dooby doo, i mean, what with respect for privacy and all... so the past two days, beside fun with three and four year olds, included meeting curious... i was told that curious lived mostly in jackson's mom's room at their house because they have three dogs and two little children, none of whom were all that understanding of a cat's lifestyle... so curious kept out of the way a lot... and her first day here, i was told that curious hid under the recliner in the living room and she spent most of her second day under jackson's bed... a little concerning was whether curious was drinking anything because she did not eat anything and she did not use her litter box since she arrived friday afternoon... that would be thirty six hours as of tonight... but she did eat and drink a little tonight after i put food and water into small glass bowls and sat those bowls in a tray and jackson put the tray on her bed... so she is starting to relax a little...

last night, after i sat in the recliner and let my hand hang down limp at the side of the recliner, curious came out from behind the recliner and rubbed against my hand a few times... after a dozen or so times, i picked her up and sat her on my lap, rubbing her head and ears the same was she showed me she liked next to the recliner... she stood up as if to go, but sensing she was not being held, she laid down and sat on my lap for about fifteen minutes, teaching me how she liked her fact and jaw and head scratched... after we were all asleep, she went exploring and hopefully drank some water... tonight, after the kids were almost asleep, she came out and walked around a bit then climbed up on the couch and laid next to my thigh, instructing me to rub her head and ears and face and jaw with more detail than last night... like where to press harder, where to use my nails, the kind of things only cats know... it's a trust thing one just has to let the cat take the lead on or else even the best intentions will create discomfort or pain and the cat will not trust the hands that rub and scratch as much, even if they are the hands that feed them...

and after i opened the door to my bedroom, which is usually closed cuz while i love happiness, he sheds like crazy and most of my work pants and many of my play pants are black or dark colors and i don't want to work to get his light tan and grey hairs off my clothes, especially now that i have dress pants and suits and am the administrator at work... yes, i am lazy about such things... i don't iron either... i used to, as a teenager, but i am just not interested in investing time or energy into the details of clothing and dressing so i do my best to keep cleaning and ironing to a minimum... i spend more for no-iron wrinkle-free clothes and i keep my clothes and closet free of light animal hairs... curious seems to want to challenge me there...

actually, happiness comes into my bedroom freely when the door is open, i just usually keep it closed and i am not in there a lot... so anyway, after i opened the door to my bedroom, curious wandered in to explore... she seems to like my closet because after wandering in and out of it several times and spending some time in there, i closed the door and the next time she came in my room she was scratching at the closet door as if, well, she lived there... come on curious, what's in there anyway?... lots of clothes and shows and such... did i mention curious is a serious shedder with some thick light and dark fur too?...

so she's been all over everything in my room and she seems to like me... cats, like most animals but especially cats, tend to speak my language... or maybe i speak theirs... it's a non-verbal empathic kind of thing... she's nudged herself between me and the cell phone several times already... and this is the first time i am sitting at the computer and i kind of expect her to hop up and test the waters here, cuz cats want to see just how much they can get away with, kind of like three and four year olds... curious is 12 years old though, so she and i will gradually just set some boundaries and hopefully not stepping on the computer keyboard will be a boundary she learns to respect... she's a rather beautiful standard looking cat, with several colors in her fur... if i remember to, i will ask jackson what kind of cat she is tomorrow... anyway, we have a cat now... another mouth to feed... but another heart to love too, so it kinda sorta balances out in the end...

and just in case you want to know more about this that and whatever (who's gonna click on all the links below?... you?... someone you know?... your next door neighbor?... the weird girl who lives down the road?... mila kunis?... the race is on)...

for no obviously apparent reason here are some entries randomly chosen to explain the process or something or other continuing as if it matters like secret secrets or whatever maybe on the mind...

so i gave up

for a moment or few days cuz the internet was disconnecting too much and the blogging was taking too much time and the life away from the computer was more fun and busy with friends and games and work and the brighouse connection and blogger servers have been providing poor service again as if that is the norm by far in recent months or longer even and so columbus did the natives of this continent no favors as the party continues with fun and games and stuff i might remember to relate some days down the road when there is time for writing and the providers allow me to upload entries without having to wait for hang ups and other annoyances and malfunctions...

life is not malfunction, stephanie (oh number five, if only we were here with her, aye?)...

mila kunis in the remake, without the kusher-man, please, cuz she deserves the magic she's always dreamed of that only we could give her, after all... and i really never gave up, but then, you probably know that by now if you've read me for a while... decades, actually, so where've you been?...

fruit narf :)

avoiding news

two of the shows being recorded by the dvr are the daily show and the colbert report and the what can be quite disheartening (and annoying and frustrating and even quite scary) is that those two comedy channel news shows which are intended to be comedy also provide more real news than most mainstream media... what?...

for instance, the ridiculous (and ethically and morally and possibly legally wrong) power that corporations and political lobbyists have as exhibited by the do-nothing congress and currently, the tax code secrecy... specifically, the fact that we are allowing the government to keep the very ideas of reforming the tax codes a secret for 50 years... so you and i are not allowed to know how the people we elect are going to revise the way they take money out of our pockets... seems ludicrous... and what if we simply decided not to pay taxes anymore?... and let's not even look at the hypocritical and anti-american (and likely unconstitutional) voter suppression laws which is just one more sign of the fascist (and racist) state direction in which the usa is heading or the abusive wall street bankers rape of the government, laws, the economy, and oh yes, you and me and how ignorant we all are to the damages done... what to do?... you might not even know your butt is still bleeding... and speaking of bleeding, 26,000 sexual assaults reported in the us military? (more than half are men)... and who counts the unreported assaults?... not to mention the usa sharia (the whah?) is alive and well...

the shameful handling of tax reform might have been mentioned for a minute on all of mainstream media because, after all, the corporations pay for the news shows... maybe we should complain to van wilder... or flan cobbler... or ashton kutcher, even, who i have not even begun to start forgiving for stealing mila kunis away from me...

nauseating, i know... i'm going back to bed after i throw up...

barf...

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 :)

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 :)

for the bots

the spam bots, that is... there is not much sex or hot steamy porn scenes, naked young girls, teen angels, teeny or tiny tits, hot sweaty naked bodies, ass shots, cum shots, nature shots, natural nudity, or even cartoon porn in this blog... seldom do the google hot trends end up here (with respect to angelina jolie, whitney houston, eminem, gangnam style, hurricane sandy, selena gomez, one direction, kate middleton, ipad, iphone, dogs, song lyrics, amazon, facebook, google, youtube, or mila kunis), though we would definitely make an exception if mila stopped by...

ah, but this is for you, spam bots... and random searchers... and google analytic freaks (i know, no substance, no detail, go find a mathematics textbook, i'm just playing with the seo {and ceo} types out there, ya know?)... all the fun of the fair... so let it be or whatever, right?... just taking care of business... pickles don't fart, after all... go ahead, braniac scientists, prove me wrong... i'll post the video if you send it to me...

maybe more another time... franks and beans...

narf :)

fork in the road

so i ate... yes, i found a fork in the road, so i cooked food and ate... if you are laughing, you are too easy and that makes you ideal for the next step, dessert... or at least italics... now i could have hopped in the shower and taken this body to the next level after the jog/walk last night and that would have been good for the overall progress of the latest new rebuilding process begun a few hours ago, but nooooo, you had to leave that fork in the road... so i ate...

meanwhile, i am having some issues with meat lately... i seldom eat meat, but now and then i get in the mood for a cheeseburger smothered in fried onions and ketchup, especially if it's barbecued, or some other such heavily disguised meat like sweet sausage smothered in fried onions and ketchup with some mustard... hey, red onion sauce, ok, if you are a ketchup snob... anyway, the last few times i bought meat i ended up throwing the meat out... it turned brown way faster than meat used to turn brown... maybe it's cuz meat is less processed than it used to be... or more likely, it's less fresh than it used to be... supermarkets... i think i will go to a gourmet shop or meat market (butcher, for you northerners) next time... anyway, i froze the meat i bought after two days and it still turned grayish brown... i cooked it and ate it anyway and if i get sick, i'll let you know... if i die, you'll have to wait for my in case of death entry scheduled to to be uploaded some time in the future if i do not change the date to further into the future (because i didn't die, it's all very complicated i suppose)...

anyway, it was delicious, but i am not going to lose the weight i might have lost had i steamy hot showered and taken a nap and regenerated on the fat stored and woke and eaten later... but at least i did jog/walk last night, so something happened to wake me... dissatisfaction with my play (softball) last night... overall sluggishness lingering... dang hemorrhoids... flesh pickles?... conduct unbecoming an officer?... or maybe it was mila kunis... who knows, but whatever it was, it's a good thing...

you can have your fork back now :)