I made another blog entry

I typed more text onto my blog. This is it. Read it.

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Text Character Entry Blogistics

NOTE: Unless otherwise noted, all of the letters and words and digits and other character text glyphs you are seeing that is coming out of my blog onto your computer screen was generated when I told my brain to tell my hands: "press buttons on a computer typing keyboard." Should an electronic or non-electronic tool (or non-tool) other than a computer typing keyboard be used to drop my deep vocabulary into these World's Most content boxes, I will make note of it and you'll be the first to know of it.

NOTE: All text on this part of the Internet is used to signify the existence of content here. The author is not responsible for the other part.

NOTE: All of the time, a clicking mouse was used when I told my brain to give you the finger on the right mouse button to "Save Now" in Blogger Create Post. Can you imagine if there was no Create Post? The blog would not have any posts! AAAAAHHHHH! Consider the thing!!! In the future, some of the time, a clicking mouse may not be used to "Save Now".

NOTE: Because I told my brain to tell digits and muscles and tendons (the levers and hydrolics of the human arms) to manipulate information entry devices to create the blogging content, all original blog content is the property of my soul. Weird! All unoriginal content on this blog does not belong to my soul. Huh?

I Let Statcounter Decide

According to Little Brother Stat Counter, I have a repeat reader!!!* I am going to play nice, not reveal where they are from and refrain from embarrassing them - because that's mean. Their presence has been previously documented on this Internet blog.

Wow, this is boring content. This online blog post will not make it into my theorized Best Of list, which I have no plan on making.

Let's pretend that I actually wrote something that made you excited, made you angry, made you think and/or made you cry. Stare at this post intently for at least 5 minutes and visualize whatever imagery you feel is most resonant to your deepest being, transforming you into your ideal self and transporting you to the archetypal times and places where you would feel most alive.

Now it's no longer my responsibility if you find this blog update boring.

* Not counting myself, who is also a repeat reader.

Wordy Dishco Action (July 2008 Post Seven)

You know the smooth sounds you heard in my last post? Gosh darn (note: first time minced oaths used in this post), it will be hard to follow up that smoothness. Imagination, why you have me so hypnotized?

Until I think of some way to follow up that avalanche of smooth soulful sound from Leee John and Imagination, I am going to help clog the Internet with more personal information. I got the idea to write about personal matters from almost every other weblog I ever looked at. My personal experiences are important to me because I experienced them directly with crystal-clear analog clarity using all five of my senses, and then interpreted them with a background of thousands of memories stored in millions of brain cells - and now you get to experience them vicariously through several hundred wildly inadequate words!

Anyway, these last few days and night I let dishes build up in the sink until I was forced to improvise with not-oft-used utensils like plastic scoops from cans of green vegetable powders and a scraper I used to stir spaghetti and sauce. Not a good situation, unless your goal in life is to use instruments of food preparation improperly. So tonight I'm tackling the dishes. Over 50% clean so far!

I applied for another student loan this year. My education has got me far enough along to not only wash dishes (involving lots of physics) and post You Tube videos on a Internet blog (involving lots of using a com-pu-tor), but also I can manage a student loan application! Might as well keep up with this learning!

And another thing: I saw a fucking beautiful wild owl yesterday. (It is worth using "fucking" in this paragraph. Fucking. Ok, that last one was completely super-fucking-fluous. And that one.) It flew out of the woods and up to the top of the tree, just to make its presence known.
Owls are symbolic of knowledge. Not only capable of seeing in the dark - perceiving through the darkness of ignorance - owls can also turn their heads 360 degrees - like a library, allowing them to perceive all there is around them. It is a little too weird that an owl flew out of the trees for me the day before starting my student loan application. (I started the application, not the owl. I mean, I started the application, but I didn't start the owl. I may have startled the owl, though.)

Sad personal news: I'm infatuated with someone I'd never have a chance with. I held out a fantasy that something would happen, but I found out the subject of my attraction is with another. That made me feel all weird in my chest. All this within days of seeing the owl and doing my student loan application. What does it all mean? If not nothing, then...

Wow, God hasn't talked to me this much for over 5 months. I'm not entirely sure about the message. I assume it's something like, "don't worry about unrequited earth love, the only real love is My love, so be less superficial and keep working on your brain and spirit, and oh look here's a cool predatory bird in a tree to tie all the threads together". Birds, by their ability to fly, also represent the possibility of escape from the earth, ie. the material world that has trapped me and largely prevents me from directly experiencing God's love. I don't think that doing dishes figures into the mix, though, unless I want to read baptism/cleansing into it somehow.

Well, that was a lot of time wasted adding personal balloon juice to the Internet Web Clogosphere, ranging from mundane anecdotes about cleaning chores and completing forms to sexual attractions to higher spiritual insights... or was it? Because along the way I think I found adequate content to follow up the last post!



This is the seventh in a series of clog/blog posts I am adding to the Internet in the month of July 2008. I am going to be foolhardy and click Blogger's Publish Post button now.

Short N Sweet

I'm trying to figure out whether I care if anyone reads this blog. But I'm not trying very hard.

I'm thinking about when I will change the title of this internet blog back to "World's Most Blog" from "World's Mocst Blog", changed temporarily in honour of the silent "c" in Connecticut. But I'm not thinking much about it.

I'm considering whether the Internet's World's Most Blog will ever have a different official flower from the Mountain Laurel. But my consideration doesn't lend itself to being a good example of discipline or determination in contemplation.

I'm typing words for this weblog posting. But those words... are numbered. They cannot last... forever. Ellipses... can be abused... right here.

I'm about to press the "Publish Post" button on Blogger's Create Post Compose Box. I will press it ever so slightly.

Hey, I just noticed that Blog Spot is an anagram for Blog Post. Weird.