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? :)

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 :)

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 :)

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 :)

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 :)

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

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 :)

fall in love with me

seriously?... who?... mila kunis?... hey, look, it wasn't my idea to be on craig ferguson for a few days this week and be all kinds of adorable so i would be obsessing, ya know?... i already obsess over craig and his scottish sling as anyone who reads this blog well knows, though not as lustfully (after all, he's married)... or maybe i mean the new girl (not zooey, though she's adorable too) from les miserables... i suppose i really ought to learn her name before she falls in love with me, huh?... there is also the new companion... who?... yes, her... no worries, mila is still first though...

actually (and realistically), i mean the one... i mean, mila could be if she wanted to be, but all fantasies aside, the one... are you the one? :)

oddly, perhaps, the subtitle of my personal pages (which may be gone now) was "don't fall in love with me ... I'm much too complicated..."... that old website that AT&T (#ATTFail) deleted before i could save a copy can sort of be accessed through the wayback machine... thousands of pages deleted, alas (queue the beatles yesterday and sigh)... anyway, i am really very simple, but simply complicated too... still, if you are the right person, you should fall in love with me... we can work out the details later...

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 :)

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 :)

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 :)

lost in her eyes

well, wishful thinking, but seriously lost in the internet tonight as i've sat here for more than eight hours wandering mostly youtube watching and listening hour after hour and you can find much of my wandering and viewing and listening linked in all of the sites i saw pages specially tonight and tomorrow (remind me to fix that link tomorrow if i forget) culminating in the sheer adorableness and musical gifts of zooey deschanel who helped me finally completed the specific sites i saw for amy's birthday (though natalie portman and mila kunis {especially the last link} inspired the title of this entry and sheesh, where are faces like hers around here, sigh and all that)...

alas, and where did the actual physical world romantic i once was wander off to?... not to mention the imaginary one who wrote thousands of loves songs over the years... zooey would understand... yup, i am in love (yeah, lafs {love at first site} once again) with zooey and her music (adorableness is powerful, but mix it with a sultry sweet voice singing all those standards and it's linda ronstadt and melanie all over again) and still, mila's face melts me (seriously lafs)... superficial?... i so wish i had the opportunity to find out (as i laugh myself off to la la land now :)

nite nite and make it a wonderful day :)

firefox froze, and mila

no idea why... seven tabs open... three contain feeds, as in two bbc news articles and one blogger blog feed... and i had to click to a notepad tab on the start menu bar to get firefox to unfreeze... this does not bode well for firefox even if i do straighten out the kaspersky incompatibility (which remains the deal breaker)... but for now the exploration of the most popular cool browser continues... yeah, ie is still the most popular browser, but people who are more computer savvy always tell me that firefox is the best (unless they are really computer savvy and use linux or another operating system entirely), or at least the best of the big three...

anyway, all my complaining about the news aside, the reason i darken my days with news feeds from time to time is because if you poke around long enough, you find something like this and did i mention i adore mila kunis yet today?... right, well, in case you have not read all about this crush in the dozens of entries here in which she is laughed about in the past, i am a sucker for her sense of humor and have this fantasy that she is as cleverly amusing and socially intelligent in person as she is in the interviews she's given... even with insane british geeks (he's got to be to coolest guy in his pub now)...

sometimes the wheels are still fun to watch :)

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 :)

dreams last for, well, not so long

ok, so the last few entries have links to what i want for xmas, i mean, in case santa and the universe are listening and working overtime... of course it's not just sx and fantasy i want, far more i want companionship and trust and love, but hey, the new dr. who companion sure has my attention... fact is, i am not as big a dr. who fan as the serious dr. who fans are, but this most recent companion is by far the first one i want to fantasize about so i will be finding episodes when i have time and amusing myself with her... with sincerest apologies to dear mila (anything for mila... and even lisa, for that matter, and all the others), i know it was sudden but hey, make hay while the moon shines cuz none of these momentary fantasies last very long...

and who's the orphan black girl coming next year?...

ah, but somebody will understand someday... and we will romp and frolic, or frolic and romp through our days and love our loving nights and enjoy the life we never knew before we found each other... and we will grow and learn and expand our consciousness and enhance our awareness and rejoice in the sharing of everything...

cuz that's what life is for, ya know?... somewhere :)

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 :)

i really couldn't tell you

why i do this:

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

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

no secrets here, move along

unless, of course, you really want to know and then i could create or develop or find all sorts of logical and reasonable and true reasons in my mind from levels so superficial we'd be bored or laugh to levels so deep we'd suffocate from the sensitivity, being in physical human bodies requiring air and all... silliness is adorable when you love the silly, so hopefully you love the silly...

but all silliness aside, there is a seriousness within if you dig deepe enough to find it and that, my dear readers and friend, is why we are here... sometimes when we touch... mila?... mila?... the daydreamer continues to send out the signals, the bottles, the waves...

hope, always, we hope :)

don't be ridiculous

unless, of course, you enjoy being ridiculous... i enjoy ridiculousness, so if you enjoy being ridiculous you are in the right place... even better, come on over and be ridiculous right here... if you can't physical be here, well, feel free to be ridiculous in words... after all, just tonight in addition to a lot of other seemingly random topics, i was rambling on about you, slaves, gods, and of course the irresistible mila kunis...

oh, mila, i did not mean to infer you are ridiculous... unless you enjoy being ridiculous, in which case, you are as welcome as the next absolutely adorable ridiculous person... hey, i don't discriminate in my ridiculous people... though i am a bit discriminating in my ridiculousness... even if it hardly ever shows here in the blog spaces... the literary ridiculousness does not always reflect the actual ridiculousness of life, after all...

the month that never ends

so many potential permutations of meaning on so many levels... but the first intended may be the reference to the table of contents for this month as the next month begins, yet the entries continue to be uploaded for this month as the catch up game is playing hardball this month... so not quite like the song, cuz it does not repeat as much and actually mostly likely will end eventually, probably, but still like it sort of... for anyone interested and i continue believing you are interested (all three point seven eight of you, maybe more) and the gazillions of imaginary fans hopelessly devoted to me (cue song... or is that queue song?... whatever, let the singing commence) and the ideals we stand for (and the dreams we sleep with... and i don't mean mila even though the bed still has a pillow with her name on it... amy too, even if she's fat and old now... fuck us all if we can't take a joke, aye?... alas, seems i need a new drug, a new libido high, a new number one again... applications can be found within)...

it is as simple as this or that in fact, in fact, it could just be as simple as wiki says, ummmm, ah, whatever they say... it could be that humanity is as insane as the portrayal in insane film or story, but the real world is much more insane, really... might as well end the world with a pie fight singing we'll meet again in seventy six part harmony, aye?...

narf :)

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 :)