every rug i've known

every rug i've known seems to be made (or have been made, for that matter) to be pulled out from under me, but then, that's probably because i choose to weave (and step on) magic carpets while imagining that i can invite someone on to share it and settle down, as if that is even possible, so now that it's all figured out, i might as well play the fall (foal?... foil?... fool?... fa la la la la, ya falla?) again and lay down candles in the wind cuz if i die, i die, and if not, well, i pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again...

what else is new...

bullsugar!

the werdness of the net

the internet, that is, cuz there is a difference here in the bullsugar backfround template and i don't like it and don't know who changed it cuz the extra space at the top has no purpose and drops the words lower than they were and takes they whole effect i chose this template for, the colors, away by putting them above the words so it is time to change templates and that sucks cuz i liked the one i chose and whomever changed it did a wrong and they take claim for it down below it seems...

bullshit!

petition for time (partial addendum)

actually, this is just a reminder to add this to the petition in proper petition language and all that formal stuff, but i am adding that to my petition to the universe for expansion of the earth's orbit (with the simultaneous heating of the sun so the daily temperature range remains relatively constant) because this body and mind i inhabit requires at least a 42 hour day for optimal comfort and productivity and saturdays should have an extra ten hours, at least, so a slight hiccup in the rotation of the planet needs to be built into the new orbits... so i hope the subatomic particles that designed the universe get on that right away...

fog the horn, i say, leg, that is

i don't recall, that is, is say i don't remember, quite, i say boy (boy's about as sharp as a bowling ball), see i moved a while back and forget whether i started over in a new space as i am apt to almost always do, i think, every time, at least in some way... and then, a little while later, another major change in living space, two roommates moved in (one's a dog, i say, the four legged kind) and the revelational refreshing of the flow may not have happened...

strange, the flow appearing so unaffected... must've died and nobody told me... but the toon (boy's gotta mind like a steel trap... full of mice), i say the toon lives, aye? :)

yeah, whatever

another one of those typical yeah, whatever moods as i look around and realize nobody really cares about anything cuz everybody lives in their own deluded self-centered fear-based fantasy...

and you are still welcome in mine :}

caffiene and chocolate

and crackers and cheese spread and shrimp and meatballs and sausages in barbecue sauce and six different fruits and six different veggies and five different dips and six different crackers and six different chips and five different sodas and three different champagnes and several different beers and brie and ice pops and fudge pops and pistachio nuts and more... that's part of the menu for tonight... better fast today, aye?... did i mention four different lindt chocolates?... hey, we're getting the blogs confused again, but at least the upbeat is back, double aye? (aa, almost a fonz)... hi ho :)

since last time

some of my xmas reading cuz all that peace on earth takes knowledge (and a strong stomach)...

so i watched a lot of videos on the youtube to fill my head with stuff cuz stuff is the essence of knowledge (and a strong stomach)...

and you thought it was all bullsugar (i know)...

watching tv is weird

of course it is, for many reasons, in fact... take time, for instance... you watch a rerun of a talk show and it's like going back in time and then right after that show you watch a live show and wonder what day it is cuz the other show was on just moments ago and referred to toay as some day that already happened and you get confused in a time warp uncertain which when is which and why you even look at the clock at all...

meanwhile, craig ferguson's mind is quite amusing, but even more, it makes sense to me... i wonder how many others hear the seriousness within the irreverence (serious irreverence?... no wonder i enjoy him)...

just thoughts, no plan, whether or not you understand, just words, maybe rhyme, just a way to pass the time, just a way to mark the time, just a way... i can call mine...