where wandered i part seven hundred and eighty nine

with many hundreds of missing pieces uploaded not along the way and this, merely the bullsugar version of the conceptual browsing (or haunting, even) the momentary and then some nonesuch sundries et cetera with as much vim and vigor as as is mustard (or ketchuped) up at any given hour of the wee time, we unanimously present with all this fawning fanfare and irreverence the latest rendition of the choir of cybernetic angels singing ccourtesy with an independently alternative beat, this one...

fugacious love without trust
fugacious photos
vernon god little
radio 3 cbc
digital detox
fugacious lost portfolios
fugacious archives
the last fugacious (for now)

creative insomnia

i closed my eyes (only for a moment then the moment's gone?... well, sort of {and we grin a silly mostly all-knowing grin} but more, a starting out sincere {but ending up half-hearted} intent to fall asleep), cuz the mind wizzes and waddles and rambles and rants through oil rigs and imaginary diety chats and softball replays and some sort of enlightenment and how humanity got so bent and ear rings that never stop screaming and a mind that never stops dreaming and books i want to read and things i want to do and games i want to play and promises i made to you and activities i want to share and people i want to see and way i want to care and ways i want to be and stuff i want to know and work that must be done and finding time to run and all the fun of the fair and clean air and long hair and blank stares and red chairs and dead birds blackened on the beach and people who don't practice what they preach and grown men who abuse the kids they teach and stars that remain just out of reach and theme parks where i want to play and rides i want to ride all day and stories seeking the time to tell and rhymes i used to know so well...

bullsugar! :)

fourty four blogs here at blogspot (though not all listed on my profile and a few shared)... thirty diaries at diaryland (though only about thirteen actually developed with theme and entries and all of those mostly sleeping these days)... and a few journals at live journal have long slept as well... and other elsewhere, some of which can be found here... why?... i am mentioning it because i want attention and feeback... i do it because releasing myself, real and imaginary, into words is cathartic...

also... so much bullsugar... and then some...

video fever

that's right, in case you found this place and haven't noticed, at least a half dozen videos popped into the random pop news blog from the serious to the nonsense from banal satire to serious social issues, the world outside the head came a knocking as i found time to wander around my emails and youtube and other newsy places...

posterity will have a lot of catching up to do... how about you? :)

she knew

so I get home, alone again naturally, and as if it is news, realize how different I am from people… maybe from everybody… it’s the diversity, plain and simple, the diversity going on in my brain that sets me apart (and leaves me alone again, naturally)… so I wake and head in for a long day of work as a director in a hospital, deciding whether I feel like working or whether I just want to wander around observing others, maybe helping, maybe just observing… some days I crunch numbers, some days I build spreadsheets or databases, some days I investigate incidents, some days I train staff, some days I talk to the kids, some days I participate in meetings and some days I run them, some days I entertain government regulators, investigators, surveyors, auditors, police, and all sorts of inspectors… some days I do other things, always important, vital functions that keep the hospital running… and then, I head out of work, changing into softball gear before leaving, and join kids who’ve spent half the time alive in their bodies as I’ve spent in mine (ok, not all, but I am the oldest on every team I am on, usually by a decade or more) playing softball as their pitcher (and the two teams I pitch full time for won championships this year)… and then, I hang out in a wing house with the jock kids from softball and the scantily clad waitresses who wave and come over to talk a few minutes cuz I’m just that sort of irresistible sort… and then, I head to a midnight first showing of avatar at the universal studios i-max cuz the sci-fi geeks I know got free passes and one came my way cuz I enjoy sci-fi as much as softball as much as scantily clad girls as much as jocks (well, some jocks) as well as the corporate games that run the world (sometimes I just tolerate them knowing somebody’s got to do it) as much as coming home alone to turn on the twilight zone on tv while a home-made pizza cooks in the oven and wait, did I wake up 21 hours ago?... surely goodness and madness will follow me wherever I hang out, cuz I love so many things, diversity, that’s it, diversity in my brain, interests, and all, it’s diversity, or simply, there are billions of brain cells, you see, and I intend to use every single one…

anybody wanna try it with me?...