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 :)

do you enjoy craig ferguson?

much of his humor is aimed at those who are titillated by sexual innuendo and some might consider his style sophomoric or immature, completely devoid of any redeeming qualities that would appeal to an intelligent adult, but luckily i don't have that sort of pole up my ass... there are moments when his references might fly right over the head of his audience as his time slot has typically been the gathering ground of quasi-intellectual pot-heads (tom snyder fans, anyone?) still awake after the saturday night live crowd pass out... and perhaps my amusement with his meanderings is partially based in my own egocentric self-mockery (do we have similar styles?... i am not the one to judge from the inside) and irreverent fringe associations relate...

anyway, mila kunis?... craig went on a trip with mila?... i think i just had a double orgasm... i mean here i am sitting here innocently praising and quasi-qorshipping craig and regis philbin mentions mila kunis?... excuse me, i've got to wash my hands now...

i mean lisa bell is seriously cute (though she was cuter when she was eager to please than she is as a confident anchor... still attractive, though she looks like she can put on the pounds easily like most of us, aye?... i know, silly of me to criticize someone i'd love to play with but hey, i am living on the edge, no doubt... i love her nose... i don't love too many noses, for whatever that's worth... i seem to have wandered off on a tangent, huh?), but mila?... talk about irreverence... or my russian girlfriend... oh, but mila knows how libbo feels about her... and that i ain't too proud to beg, either... of course lol lam :)

i blame craig ferguson... and the robot... and of course, my penis... but seriously, so anyway, if you are local, you should not miss the last three entries...

whatever, right? :)

mila kunis

yes, an entry simply to say i adore mila kunis... first attraction is her sense of humor and social intelligence... fantasy?... she can prove me wrong if she wants... and then there's her appearance (the obvious)... she is just physically so right, so adorable, so attractive to me on so many levels... not just libido... and not just in tv shows or movies... it's when she is just herself on camera that i like her most... it's the way she moves and her posture and the way she interacts physically with others in interviews... the way she walks and talks with people... the way she looks at people in a conversation... the way her eyes move, the way she smiles and laughs and the way she talks (most of the time)... i like the way her lips move when she drinks... and i believe i could so easily get lost in her eyes... so while she can easily be a libbo fantasy, she is attractive on so many other levels and in so many other ways that i just enjoy watching and listening to her without any direct sexual thoughts... even when she doesn't move libido, she inspires serious laughter and an innocent attentiveness... i sense i love her sense of humor, seriously... the infant in me is drawn to her voice...

maybe she is always "on" when the camera is rolling (in which case she's amazing) or maybe she is just so comfortable with herself that she understands the secret to life, love, and everything (especially involving human interactions) is just being real... sometimes you just get the feeling about someone just by watching them in casual moments that they would be a great friend based on personality compatibility... she is one of the most appealing humans i've ever observed to my mind... and all (ok, most of) this was inspired by watching her for a few minutes the past night or few on craig ferguson... that helps her attractiveness cuz craig is another person who attracts me on many levels, sense of humor a wit most... but between the two, if i was a puppy, i would want to be mila's puppy...

what, you want more explanation? lol lam :)

tv lasts just so long

so practically six years ago primeval started and i just finally took a look at it this week and i so enjoyed hannah spearritt and besides the fact that she reminds me of kate hudson who has long been a libbo favorite, i wish i knew of hannah spearritt a while back because she's engaged now and i don't lust after engaged people much, unless of course she wants to come over and change my mind... there's still kunis and her pimp craigyferg (oh, but don't be ridiculous, after all, who can resist those durn brits and their sexy petticoats... keep moving right along, nothing to masturbate about here...

awake asleep

or somewhere in between... with crap late night tv on the tube (except for craig ferguson, who is obviously my latest intellectual love interest, oh, if only he was mila kunis and single and here sitting on my lap instead of this laptop, you'd never know cuz my fingers would be doing something other than typing these words, but then, you'd miss me and wonder if i died or something, so good thing, aye?...

norah jones has such amazing eyes...

number geeks

number geeks are so funny... actually, number geeks are usually quite brilliant, and i don't mean that in a harry potteresque sense, i mean like geniuses admire (or are jealous) of number-geek intelligence (at least the true number-geeks, not the wanna-be number-geeks, like me)... but even just being a wanna-be, i have a glimpse of just how differently the true number-geek perceives everything (and life and the universe too... and chances are if you get this references, you are either a number-geek, a wanna-be, or on your way toward becoming one or the other... though there is the chance you could just be an anomaly)... oh, no (we write amused, though perhaps not amusingly), not another secret entry of random linkage and dropped names lol lam...

oh sure, we could distract ourselves with reference links certified to be brilliantly connected in some ridiculously obscure way or maybe images of hayden panettiere (at least until she gets too old country) even though it could have been danica patrick's day... or we could get seriously enamored with sam (samantha barks, i know, poor thing... but of course i jest)... or we even could poly-wally-doodle all day with the amazing mila (kunis, though jovovich, you know, with the double l(s), would be much fun too), for all we know... sure, you never know what you might find on the internet, especially when you search for images, wah?... it's not all about libido, really it's not... and all this while watching the oscars, sheesh, huh?... i mean, barbra was there... and she sang... wow... and hugh lost out to daniel because, after all, this is america... and then, jack and michelle? (who said odd couple, not wicked seth macfarlane, aye?)...

what were the odds, anyway?...

secret threads?

perhaps the word secret in the title will surprise us with additional curious viewers looking for the threads references that may be obscure (seriously?) or hidden away like jennifer lopez's thong (seriously?) if not secret titillation in the windmills of your mind as you wonder if that was natalie portman or mila kunis in the flash-by commercial (was that perfume?) because your sexual parts are starving for the touch of your fantasy person (milla jovovich?... whatever happened to meg ryan, anyway?) as momentary as that might be (ooo, look - another sexual fantasy) and wondering if it is loneliness or lust), or lack of sleep (there's a lot of that going around lately)...

what?...

slept a bit

half sitting up on the couch... a little better... ncis will distract me... still chilled... was around 40 degrees last night... 4-5 degrees celsius... isn't it nice that i continue to remember my dear friends living in the metric-celsius world?... yeah, so why aren't you here stroking my forehead and telling me everything will be alright?... i mean, if you can't make it, at least you could send mila kunis...

distract me already :}

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 :)

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 :)

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 :)

later in the evening

if you travel through time, you might know all this, but it's really not all that :)

meanwhile...

guess i just have to mention brighthouse and a few other choice words to get the spambots going... or are you real people upping the page views here?... coincidence?... does it matter?... hot sexy naked brighthouse, no doubt... maybe i should name drop... hey, what's that?... what's what?... that name on the ground?... oh that... how did it get there?... i must have dropped it... ummm, ok... stephen king porn... football sex... naked virgins playing with each other's vanilla sky... there, that ought to get some page views... whatever, the time for fixing the tv issue will come when it comes, but not tonight... i got music in me... elmo secede tesla facebook google free sex hot lyrics...

we interrupt this entry briefly to explain that this entry was an experiment in attracting spambots and therein, increasing page views and it worked to increase page views but unfortunately, the variable of leaving this entry out front for more than a day which might have increased the page views and therein this quasi-scientific experiment because even more quasi and less scientific, i mean, just in case you wondered what goes on in the corners of the mind and blog behind the pandering above and the mundane details (and pandering) below... sometimes, it's just ego play... that is all (for the interruption), so we not return you to your regularly unscheduled blog reading...

and dinner was strangely yummy... possibly drugged, based on that last paragraph, but yummy... strangely... a fat free ravioli base with a variety of sauces and spices added for flavoring and a fat free cream cheese sandwich on whole wheat... did i mention strangely... yeah, too much sodium, for sure, but relatively low in calories for dinner... too many carbs this late, but still relatively low calories... ever wanna be in a milla sandwich?... milla and mila would understand... kunis and jojovich, whatcha think?... yeah, it's sure getting a hot, i mean lot like, well, i mean, exciting around here, aye?...

don't hate me cuz i'm wonderful wonderful, ya know?...

and home again

yeah, the teal back in real time, home from softball after an 18-3 win... they wouldn't let us play more than three innings, which sucks, cuz i wanted to play more... i should have gone to the batting cages after the game, but then, long day, long week, the eagerness to get home and relax put everything else out of my head... gotta step up the exercise though if i want the weight to continue dropping off...

the past few days at work have been non-stop geek-work crunching numbers in access and excel and writing summary reports to close cases and even some organizing of the office, but the paper still flows in faster than it can be completely read, transcribed, entered, aggregated, processed, re-worked, graphed, analyzed, transmitted, reported, and filed... the filing part almost never happens, so the piles just continue to grow waiting for the someday i might have time to actually file... creating a filing system might help... an assistant and a secretary too, but not in this system... the ceo has just had it too good for too long...

i suppose i'll come in one weekend and spend 48 hours doing that... a life partner into sharing everything would make life so much more practically perfectly organized... mary poppins meets meg ryan meets melissa etheridge meets mila kunis meets lenka meets anna paquin meets stevi nicks meets neve campbell meets lisa loeb meets robin williams meets oh, you know libbo's dreams...

but here, in the real, not gonna leave the 190s again, so there...

now we'll see if i keep that half-assed commitment... i'm so human these days, by osmosis, no doubt... deeper and deeper into the chameleon ways, will the right background ever arrive?...

still laughing all the way...

hope you find your way to do that too :)

now that we're all fascinated

yeah, the blog stats continue to fascinate, along with the fantasy sports and all the other games, but ultimately, i play the fundamental game of life alone... maybe we all do and relationships are just as delusional as anything else, but it is such a sweet and powerful delusion... kind of like atomic fusion, from an emotional perspective...

i think i miss it...

sharing my love of number play is just one more aspect of personality and interest and brain that longs for a playmate (i mean, until my russian girlfriend arrives ya know)... since the amy mainzer's and milla jovovich's of the world are getting married and the mila kunis's and meg ryan's haven't noticed me yet, i am still available (amazing, i know) and the more i wonder and think and feel and learn and create, the more i want to share (and the more i have to share) and so, i'll be lonely tonight...

sometimes i don't think about it and the loneliness is buried beneath fun stuff i am doing, but tonight i feel lonely... alas, i have not felt the so lonesome i could die loneliness i once created within myself in a long time and i don't sense i am going there tonight and perhaps that is why i remain alone... is desperation the reason people mate?... it would follow that most matings do not last, but it is just a theory no matter how logical it may seem... after finding failure in matings a few times i decided that choosing someone based on the hunger, the loneliness, the desperation to not be alone, was not wise and definitely not for me... who understands this... finding someone who has made the same decision and understands the control we have over our emotions and desires and thoughts and feelings and... am i losing you?...

usually do, sigh and smile, but hey... the one might be out there, ya know? :)

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 :)

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 :)

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 :)

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 :)

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...

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 :)