random conversation

A: ...please where can i buy a unicorn?

B: do you mean one ear of corn?...

if this is a re-run, nevermind.

numbers

when we give numbers arbitrary meaning, do we have to believe in them?

tweet logic

when the tweet you tweeted yesterday does not show up until tomorrow, why bother tweeting today?

meaning is overrated

right from the start (or near enough), this was a test... those who pay attention (or do a quick review) still have an opportunity for a passing grade...

breakfast ponders

does raisin toast start out as grape bread?

who invented the 12 ounce can, anyway?

i mean...

i don't even feel that refreshed chill in my throat until the 13th ounce...

@twitter

@twitter here i am torn between the love of (and potential for) communication and the ambivalent mockery of undue self-importance...

tweet

the twitter home page is the great equalizer. Where else can Conan Obrien, Brittney Spears, Justin Beiber, CNN, MSNBC, FOX, George Harrison, Diana Ross, Twilight, Harry Potter, The Vatican, Jerry Seinfeld, The President of the United States, The Pope, and you get equal time scrolling by in the public eye?

arbitrary morality

is morality based on fear, insecurity, and ignorance really the best foundation for a way of life?...

i don't think so...

where it all began

the messages to the people of the past (ghosts, perhaps, but living somewhere out of my particular known universe, so ghosts to me), the heart songs no one cares to hear anymore (like cherish is the word, sunshine of my life, or if it takes forever..., for example), the true love that never ends (you know, don't they know it's the end of the world and other rhetorical questions), but has nowhere to go when the inspiration (dream lover?), the person inspiring the heart songs (all i ever needed, was the one), no longer listens and worse, cuts off all contact, moves, and leaves no forwarding address (return to sender) as if i am some sort of pariah or evil beast that must be avoided at all costs (though i have no idea what the little drummer boy has to do with it, rum pa pa pum)... yes, the love never dies (see?... ghost), it only dissolves into emo lost in the manic madness of babble (except here, where the words that capture the agony of defeat and rejection and spiritual death is expressed in exquisite clarity in babbling brevity)... so where do i begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?... well certainly not in babbling brevity, sheeesh...

narf :)

could be coincidence

or it could be the 27ths were meaningful date for babbling brevity in 2009... i mean are, or will be, even... yeah, could be coincidence too...

reason to smile #742899

as pointless as it all can be, it still feels good when somebody gets the point

what to do when running on empty

REFILL!