whatchu say elvis?

did you miss it (whatever it was lol lam)... what we have here, he said all cool handedly, is self-mockery as an art form and you can do it if you want to... and i want you to want to... yeah, i want you to want to... sing it loud, sing it proud, sing it lol lam laa all the way home (and so much more to come as the links implode for our viewing pleasure)...

just look at the shamelessness of this midday madness, this deliberately random obscurity that appears right before your eyes appearing to be complicated or confusing, even, when it is the simplest form of love in the universe, honesty, candor, truth (and links, don't forget the links)... and it's not just song references... whether it is justice and the american way or not we will leave for another discussion at another time cuz it's way too close to a presidential election to be discussing politics lol lam laa :)

it's not that i think i am so clever, it's that you do... who do?... voodoo...

here's a clue :)

seriously, not really

it is all so amusing, really, if you understand as i do but then, it is so alone understanding as i do that i play with my head (and by reading me, you let me play with yours, but i'll never tell cuz that would be telling {the secrets may be in the links you choose to click on, maybe} and the laughter can be so misunderstood if you don't understand {and the age old repetitive redundancy mocks the seriousness sought by the rational mind [the secrets are buried in the babble, dad, but infinity is found in the rhymes if you find them] and more lost than found, if you understand parenthetic asides [and parentheses within...] and actually took the time to read even half of the words linked in this entry [and all the even more revealing links in all the side bars in all the blogs in this crazy mixed up world of words... play it, sam] and so on and so on we might find magic cha cha cha} so take it easy and let it be, be here and now and you may see that reality is your fantasy if you let it be {and all this confusion is just an illusion, remember?} lol lam laa), so read (and click) at your own risk, m'ok?...

wow, you still here? (want more?... there's always hope) lol lam laa...

narf :)

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PS... thanks :)

nobody likes to talk about painful anal itch until it's gone

what?:... i mean, wtf?... lol... lam... laa... laa too (that is laughing out loud, laughing at myself, laughing at all, as in everything, and finally, laughing at ass, just in case you are not up on your little known anagrams, or whatever they are)... yes, so, it apparently was a reaction to the soaps, antibacterial primarily (soft soap) and then, perfumed body washes, and possibly too much washing with body... so yet another internet site suggested washing with only water and so i've been washing with only water for a few days and poof, there is clearing up of the itch (it wasn't painful too often)... calamine lotion helped too, which was my remedy... yeah, so now you know the ins and outs of this latest detail you probably did not want to know, but hey, this is the real, as in (e)thereal, in case you forgot...

i know, the babble can be distracting... i am probably sleeping now... hopefully... cuz i am trying to go to work a couple of hours later than usual which means i can sleep until 9:30 or 45, even... i'd like to get there by 11, since i didn't cancel the 11 o'clock meeting even though i should have... but sometimes it is challenging to cancel a meeting at 2am when you realize you are still at your desk and actually do not want to spend the night there...

i wish i was as tired as i was when i took the bottle of calms forte...

barf :)

i wanna foodie road trip

starting and ending here (though i must suspect any nyc foodie list that does not include ray's pizza or carnegie deli or a few other classics and shows an effort to be ethnically hip and economically diverse (and vice versa too) seems to lessen the credibility of the article so i would take the recommendations with a truckload {as opposed to a grain} of salt {but still and all, remember to put away the germophobia if you want to enjoy food anywhere... even if that has nothing to do with anything in this first sentence... what?}, but it did wake the foodie in me tonight {or whenever this might have been} in spite of recent changes in dietary habits (chocolate not withstanding), and renewed commitment to healthy living (including eating), not to mention all that not wanting anything nonsense spouted here or there or wherever, this entry immediately follows as much as a contradiction as defiance can be while still coming rather randomly, or so it seems, or something like that, la la la)...

yup, i've decided that one of my pleasure goals in this life is a foodie road trip... i'd have to do a bit of studying of the foodie shows on tv and foodie reviews in magazines (maybe i can get the brighthouse girl (hi camille) who is a serious foodie herself to come along, i mean, hello friend? lol)... yeah, well a orgasmic foodie sex trip, on the road or anywhere, would be a fine mess to get into too... feel free to send in your applications... include how many miles you are going to run every day along the way cuz that is a one of the top requirements (unless you are a libbo fantasy without exercise, which may be impossible on this trip)... maybe mila needs a break from domesticity... in any case, sex aside (or on the side, even), i will someday write the great foodie road trip entry (and perhaps the pre and post entry surrounding the whole series, a new blog, even... oh, how a boy can dream, no doubt lol lam laf laa), but for now, the idea is here, out here, germinating, gaining momentum, and attracting all the wonderful people who want to take this ride with me...

meanwhile, other preceding entries will follow...

narf :)

sleep or code red

the next hour or so, the decision will be to either give into sleep or to head out for some code red cuz the sleepies are coming on strong (why not, two hours sleep last night, hour and a half practice, and just brief nappies for maybe an hour total this afternoon... i don't want to stay up all not and letting myself fall asleep now might be a bit too early...anyway, decisions, decisions...

i know, previous entries were much more exciting (maybe... lol lam laa :)

sleep must

that is, i must sleep... just for the record, anybody means any body as in you, dear reader... a simple nod of your head might suffice if i could see your head, but a simple word might be easier than setting up a video recording studio or even turning on a web cam and creating a feed that i can see somewhere, live or not, youtube, even...

the point, i ponder, must be to continue, even when continuing means singing the impossible dream... kapish?... anybody? lol lam laa :)

played the game today, ate a little, rested a lot, cleaned nothing, no laundry, mess expands, doritos were good, lonelies raining down (like that song, rain on me, or something like that)... it is after midnight, do you know where your childinside is?...

work early tomorrow, a day too soon, but thems the breaks sometimes... sleepy now, groggy brain, curling up mode... and in spite of the rain, much fun and smiles, hope you found smiles today too...

mostly newish

which reminds me that if i had to answer the religion question as a youth i sometimes answered mostly newish and people sometimes assumed i meant mostly jewish, but that's besides the point... i was inspired to open (note that i did not say create) and new repository for words (note i did not say blog) and just came here to mention (note i did not say announce) it discretely (note i did not say subtly) in your (not i did not say our, though i am here doing it too, rather comfortably, no doubt {note i did not say without} lol lam narf {note i did not say snark or laa} what?) and i've got to go help a friend move now but it's a wonderful moring and with the help of the design itself, that other thing i did not actually say exists and excites me for some apparent reason that will be explored a bit later...

life is so much fun in words :)

say it again (part 3)

yes, i will repeat myself in order to shamelessly plug the three new pages i created on facebook (and i will do it again... we can find some original explanatory notes in previous entries and the preliminary introduction for the first page as well as the preliminary introduction for the second page have begun, but the definitive introduction to the facebook pages has yet to be actually written and this is just one small step for man, or rather, one small step towards that end...

sound familiar?... well, the third (this being part three, after all, starting to see the pattern?) page i created over on facebook is wide awake at 4am (reminder for me and fb complaint - not allowed a "username" until the page has 25 fans, but it let the indypage have a user name... arbitrary rules are stupid, anyway, when i finally can have a user name i must return and change all of the links to this page which adds to the annoyance, hence this paragraph here to remind me)...

this one is even more me than the other two as it is intended to be a collection of qords, images, memes (which are basically words on images as far as i can tell ya know), and assorted other postable stuff that amuses, inspires, or in some way belongs on a page that would be called wide awake at 4am with all the lyrical reference that title can muster... yeah, maybe getting closer to the core, or at least, advertising my heart a little more, aye?...

so there you have it, the three new fb pages in all their glory each provided with preliminary introductions here in (e)thereal (cuz facebook is (e)threal, right?) under the title say it again... and with all the sarcasm and self-mockery i can muster at this hour, can social networking get any more fun?... lol lam laa :)

fill this in later

cuz i am determined to leave a legacy of rambling moments, after all, even when i did not stop to do it (or smell the roses) every moment along the way... i do, even when i am not recording it... recording it, that reminds me (record of a life, who cares, and assorted other blogs, ok?... yeah, thanks for the reminder, i'll get right to that when i get back to this... if i don't die first, aye?... he may never return, he may never return ... how did that song go again? ... not the song that never ends again ... what?)...

lol lam lal laa...

narf :)

just cuz i need sleep

does not mean i will take it... so the nfl playoffs are on (at least i did not start playing the video game... yet... and i must be awake in 6.5 hours for more softball and the body has not rested or healed etc etc etc... taking aspirin daily could be a dangerous thing if it masks a small pain that could turn into a major injury or death, even... could be modern medicine just wants people to die more comfortably with fewer complaints... so clever... multi-national corporate government religious conspiracy, no doubt...

did i mention i need sleep? lol lam lal laa :)

sweet delusions

meanwhile, in the fantasy world where i am extremely popular and well-to-do, for some reason this same entry mentioned in the previous entry (now linked here for the third time in two entries) has received almost a hundred page views in the past week... and this lonelier one received only a few less in the past month... those pesky spambots sure know how to stroke a ridiculously easy-to-please ego lol lam :)

ah, samson, leave my my delusions lol lam las laa :)

narf :)

so much narf :)

yes, the amusement of the moments of carefree word play are certainly good for the brain in the head in the body i inhabit, even if pinky's word play always got on the brain's nerves in the classic cartoon offshoot of the most intelligent cartoon every developed for mass audiences (i'll leave you to figure out which one that is one your own, i mean, if you follow any of this and have any interest or care at all, with only the clue that my facebook namesake was a clever second place... so many references you can find if you really wanna)... while work just doesn't give me even a few hours of "being off" i am enjoying some time at home and doing my best to resist logging on and only responded to a couple of emails and texts so far (the phone never sleeps)... aside from the chronic work interruptions, there has been much amusement in the past couple of hours since waking on this day out of the office... if you only knew the myriad of connections in the brain in the head of this body i inhabit, you'd bee rolling on the floor laughing in the brain in the head in the body you inhabit too...

anybody wanna join me for a run?... or in the gym?... or in the pool?... or anywhere?... i don't mean i am falling apart (though come to think of it) or any other joining (i'm not a club, after all, but you can follow if you like), i mean spend time doing something active with me (sex is optional, but a very flexible body and sense of humor is kind of mandatory unless you just want to be a loving audience which is ok as long as you don't mind me nudging you to work your body for your own sanity and healthy and fun too, m'ok?)... there really is so much fun to be had on a day off, all we need to do is begin... and narf is just the beginning, after all lol lam laa...

narf :)

russian girlfriend

yes, i know, i have not teased myself about my russian girlfriend in weeks, probably (who's keeping track?... and what stats would you be using cuz the google analytic stats are seriously confusing and illogical and so on, or off, to be more precise), but the fact remains that the google stats tell me that more people visit from russia than any other country so Здравствуйте, мои русские друзья ... Я надеюсь, вы найдете и создать больше улыбок сегодня :)

blame google translate if that makes no sense... from another perspective, just cuz you need to know, ya know, libbo ranks mila kunis and milla jovovich as two of the five most attractive humans on the planet at this time... i know, they are technically ukranian born, but milla is Montenegrin / Russian / Ukrainian or Serbian-Russian biologically depending on what articles you've read and mila is a bit more of a mystery and jewish, for that matter, but we are just as fascinated by all this, no doubt... libbo says i should mention natalie portman, the deschanel sisters, neve campbell, natalie wood, alanis morissette, melania safka, janeane garofalo, anna paquin, laura harris, and dia frampton, just to round out the top ten or so and show that libbo is not narrow minded as we think he is... libbo wants me to masturbate now...

if this was not tmi, у вас есть открытый ум и хорошее чувство юмора lol lam laa :)

defrost stuff

yes, time to eat the stuff that is in the freezer so it's an easier move before the 31st... best of most everything is eaten before the 28th, actually, as that will be the first night the beds and most everything is in the new apartment... last day on the lease here is the 31st though, so there is overlap time... but good reasons to defrost and cook the food... save money... eat healthier (less fat, salt, sugar)... less to move... easier to clean... yes, do something sensible today, surprise everyone lol lam laa :)

how is your morning? :)

not as happy as i wanna be

of course that is my choice, so wanna is relative, but then, that is beyond the scope of human understanding at this point in time, unless you've evolved, and that, my dear readers, is a very small audience... of course for all we know, that can be little more than an egocentric delusion, but then, what is life anyway if not something like that, aye?... there is a frustration about though, an underlying grumble of dissatisfaction with time and space, there no being enough of either to suit my appetities or desires or, dare i say it, needs... as if there was such a thing (another usually misunderstood concept, diaphragm, even, until the next huge wave of enlightenment that was sadly missed in the last leap back in the nineteen sixties), but then, summer only happens when it's raining and sayings only happen when we're saying... just saying, ya know?...

the back tightened up today and there is a hugely busy weekend of driving many hours and sitting on the grass watching a concert and the back really does not want that... long drive doesn't help either, but that's tomorrow and maybe by then the back will be fine... especially if i actually get a little sleep... but the bed or the recliner, which would be better for the back, i sort of semi-wonder... whenever, it's all in the mind... just proving nobody really cares again, another lost concept on the human race...

hungry too... but it's late and the extra weight on the belly will not help the back but, who cares, right?... ah, not i'm getting to the amusement of self-mockery and mish-mosh wah wah silliness... and you thought it was all some depressive episode, eh?... what's that they say, we've all got our crosses to bear, or something like that...

lol, lam, laa...

narf :)

doodlebonkers

when there is nothing to say or something, when there is just a black space, an empty box, no words flowing, there are many things that can be done... superfragilisticexpialidocious, for one... crying depression self-pity party is another choice, but that gets so old so fast... rash craziness or even dangerous liasons may help some, but i got bored with that choice long ago... rambling silliness about irreverent nonsense disguised as profound wisdom (or is it the other way around?) with random questions and asides tossed in is a method i use routinely and that may be where we are headed now, but at the start of this entry even that was not coming probably because the episode of dr who where the future amy dies was coming to a climax and even though i knew the outcome it is a sad drama and i do love me some whovians... still thinking doctor #9 was my favorite doctor and the last (current) companion is my favorite companion but there are a couple of very close calls on the companions (the current one wins because she has libbo firmly on her side, for whatever it matters to her or any of them or you, for that matter lol lam)...

i remember when a girl looked at me as if i was the only thing that existed in the universe... sigh... that was one of the most wonderful feelings ever, probably the best ego-food ever, but it was a whole lot more than ego-food when it was the right girl... can we embrace the coincidence (if there are any coincidences) and sing once in love with amy one more time? (with a big cheesy grin, of course)... oh, someday you'll all understand...

narf lol lam lal laa :)

am i begging too much?

seriously now, this entry is meant for you if you know me offline, or want to... and i link it here hoping you will read it (no, really?) and this entry kind of expands or dilutes it, but now we are in another entry so nevermind, except that you can go back if you want to know me offline...

scary, huh?...

oh pathos, seriously (again?... twice in on entry?), is it obvious that i am begging for someone to come along and take me seriously in the physical world?... am i?... i mean, is it obviously that i am appearing to or am i actually begging?... can you tell the difference in the words or ascertain the true actuality of reality of the physical experience beyond the babble or is it all just too irreverently teasing to be sure?...

i would love to share more in every way possible, yeah, but then, i don't do much about it do it?... i mean, sending these few words out to the ethers of cyberspace is not exactly putting up a billboard on main street or even wearing a t-shirt with the word available on it, is it?... perhaps i am not as available as i think i want to be?... oh, it's so confusing, isn't it?...

seriously, who needs to be held accountable, anyway? lol lam laa :)

being held would be enough :)

FOR THOSE PAYING ATTENTION ------------>

just in case you didn't notice, ahem, lol lam laa... yeah, there are sort of current events and new things popping up all the time and that little section just to the right over there is all about helping you explore what is new (and exciting, we can hope) in the land of the written gardens online... is this what it means to be an attention whore? :)

how many days this time?

whatever, aye?... this is today, whatever the date or time or day or rhyme… and just returning from a mixed bag weekend softball tournament down south in sunny ft. lauderdale (which would so easily add to your confusion if you don’t know me and delved into a search as some of us are apt to do to learn more via the internet instead of asking directly, aye?... what? lol lam laa :) on most every level (except the most important, but then, alas, the things we do, or don’t do, for love, cha cha cha know?) and three physical wounds are aching and healing (inner thigh/knee bruise, left pectoral bruise, and two bruised fingers on the pitching hand) and the drama continued to explode around us as our coach seems to find it (or it finds him) wherever we go every season and the bi-polar life that is this human experience continues (and a thousand words later, we might start to understand, but who has the time, aye?)...

where do we begin (to tell the story?)…

the kids are wide awake

yeah, it's 3:11am and the kids are wide awake... curious is scratching and playing with her toys and happiness is drinking water like he's been lost in a desert (maybe he had a dream of being lost in a desert) and making odd sounds and walking in circles like it's morning and he is expecting to be walked immediately... we are supposed to be sleeping, remember?... meanwhile, i am sitting here in the dark not making a sound as i have been for the past three hours... the energy, perhaps, or awakening... the zen, perhaps... and the right ear itches... a red spot was noticed deep inside, perhaps on the drum, after it was flushed... it was not clear whether it was caused by the flush or was caused due to the impaction... hopefully infection doesn't follow (i've known too many ear infections in my time and they suck)... anyway, we all have dhyāna of sorts... or so i hope... thinking in devanagari, perhaps... or perhaps it's just my samadhi, even... i'd like a samadhi and cheese on an onion rool please... yeah, i know, i can be ridiculous at times... it's my samadhi and i'll do with it as i please...

well, alrighty then
... i'll get him outside before he explodes... so much for my profound meditative babbling catching session up or subitism, aye?... ommmmmmm... lol lam lal laa...

narf :)