2004-01-19 - 1:20 p.m.

I would have many more entries here... I wonder if I should give each pages I visit it's own entry... well, for now, I stay with the rambling format... this weekend I did plenty of browsing and what follows is maybe a quarter of the sites that stuck out in my mind and inspired me to say something about them here... the rest will have to wait for more time (and will be slipped in when time permits)... and eventually I will find time to ramble on a bit about my favorites (and visit you all again), but for now, this is the record of today's browsing...

what can I say about erato that could compare with reading, that there are simply too many entries that I'd like to list as favorite and I would rather spend that time reading more?... I wish I had a guest room in this mind where I could live for a while... and let's make history our victim...

and when I stumbled upon egress, I felt as though I found a place I've been before and perhaps called home, somewhere in time, or maybe I just want to... thought provoking and eerily close to home sometimes...

maybe it's just the beautiful sunset picture with the Bernie Taupin words or the other beautiful shots in the fotolog, but I enjoyed my time with enondoiel...

it amuses me how snobs don't recognize each other when they are of differing snobberies... I mean, there's the psuedo-intellectual snob and the nouveau riche snob and many others and I wonder if the essense of snobbery is not in the having, but in the putting down of with others have... anyway, like soap operas of the rich and famous, they make for something to do with idle time... or maybe it was her use of the word prandial...

sometimes words can make me wet, and I do mean that in a wonderful way, but how many times will I find myself toying with jailbait as I fantasize about people online?... being ageless is dangerous... the graphic leads me down to where the words are found (and hello my name is heartache grabs me by the personals, compelling me to read and explore)... ah, surely there are perversions I can touch that equal my imagination... someday...

I almost joined (or I should say applied to) what I suppose would be called cliques and I was this (holding index finger and thumb about a half inch apart) close to joining this one when one annoying pop-up too many (four popped up in my relatively brief browsing or the site) invaded my screen and I clicked on the little X to close the window for the site instead... maybe another time as these collectives do intrigue me...

a great banner (for intellectuals, at least) lead me Mr. Knowitall and after reading a while I realized that some of my closest friends as a child became rather conservative adults and some of my closest friends (however briefly people pass through my life) are rather staunch conservative republicans, which is a source for amusement since I am a rather existential, a socio-political Bhudda in many ways, if that makes any sense (I'll have to contemplate it more deeply one day to see if it does)... but anyone who references Rocky & Bullwinkle deserves my attention and respect... and besides, looking for R & B on the web lead me to these...

and further along my long and winding roads I find someone who moves my mind with references I almost left behind... so now, for my latest seven lines of playful passion I present beatlesgyrl who also has a fotolog (I'll have to look into one of those just as soon as I get a camera, scanner, computer with memory, and so on) and wait, also a LJ (I wonder what she'll make of a madman who has several of each and then some others)... and she's fun to read... of course that could be just my bias for the music she chooses and humor she uses or lilac lingerie she infuses into her entries (and no, I was not that boy staring up at her window), but something in the way she writes tells me she's gonna be read more often... hello hello...

ok, so I am a sucker for sweet sentiment, but anyone who's read candora knows that... and it should come as no surprise that this had me melting (shhhh, go with it) and wanting to have joeparadox's children... or something of equivalent emotional closeness... in spite of what must be jealousy, I even enjoyed this guy... hopefully Joe and Tony have a good sense of humor, I would think so what with Joe being a girly girl and, I quote, I'm a living, breathing Alanis Morrisette song and with Tony quoting that cybersage Wil Wheaton and all, but whats with this Clay fetish, anyway?...

as a prime example of truth in nomenclature, I present anniebella... definitely bella... adorably bella, in fact... and somewhere in my rambles over the past few years there is a link or more to her site as I fawned over her bella-ness and enjoyed the links and photos and writings...

and what can be said about Jon that he hasn't already said himself, somewhere... just check his extras if you don't believe me... give yourself time... for while his alternate diaries have been silent for almost a year, there was a time when Jon was playing several online clubs a night... he needs to take his act on the road again...

and as I was leaving, this, for obviously superficial reasons, reminded me of him, the guy who got to candor before me...

banefulvenus makes me think too much sometimes (and it's not cuz I have to wait for page loading, though I do wish I had a faster connection)... and it's not that she's writing philosophical rhetoric or lofty intellectual stuff, in fact, she's one of the most down to Earth people just writing about life as it happens... and so much... in her words I find a sweetness and a sharpness that is at once appealing and scary (like maybe in too close for comfort?... anyway, she might look like Alison Hannigan, so there's room for fantasy... but most of all, she loves poetry and from the start that is a sure way to get my attention...

are we having fun yet?...

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