i coulda sworn i had a blog for bowling

that i created a blog called botts, aka babbles on the toilet seat, somewhere in my travels through the cyber blogdoms, but it was just not to be found as i looked down the list of blogs so the entry below appears here cuz, well, where else would you put it? (in that blog called botts, of course, whenever it's created, but it's not so there)...


if you really must know, i roughly estimate that i deposited twenty pounds or waste into the porcelain receptacle over this weekend (and it ain’t over yet)… i know way too much tmi, but that’s just one of the exciting features of this blog and what we are here for, after all… on the one hand it is a blessing that this body can still process so much food from healthy to junk in such a short period of time (yay for the holiday season, no doubt) and on the other hand, it is a cuse that this body does not get sick enough to make me stop such ridiculously suicidal (but ever so fun) pig-out binges of culinary and oral self-indulgence (check out white wolf café next time you are in town… yes, a restaurant review right here in botts, can i get any more . . . oh, fill in your own description term this time, will ya?)….

nyuk nyuk, narf :)

no barf :)

circumcision anyone?

a thought too far from acceptible is beyond belief (sort of a play on words)... humans would not accept eating their children as some species do, but who is to say that the other species who have survived for millions of years longer than humans have are wrong?... if humans continue populating the planet and refuse to control birth rate and resource use, the logic of survival of the fittest could overrule any construct of morality ever created... the rule of human rights is well justified in our current moral, but who will be the humans that have rights when there are too many humans and not enough food, water, and living space for all?... morality is not a constant... is it moral for survivors of a plane crash to east other survivors to survive or should all who survived the crash die?... is the story content of lord of the flies just a fiction that could never happen?... we humans think we have the answers, but there are so many possibilities we would never accept as acceptible based on our experience and concepts of right and wrong... such expansion of freethinking is beyond science as we know it, beyond belief as we know it... we depend on what we know of the universe and life on this planet to judge what is right and wrong, but everything we know could be wrong... survival in this universe may take a whole different way of thinking, feeling, logic, reason, science... it is my belief that we do not know enough to judge anything as finally right or wrong... what if this life is the hell imagined by many and after this life comes a whole different consciousness that is not about right and wrong... or what if this life is a meaningless blip that we take way too seriously and try to control with the illusion of control?... children are abused by thought and fear much more than any physical damage that can be done, but to make anything illegal we narrow our thought stream to contemporary knowledge on this small planet and while i do not argue against doing that, i just point out that it is not freeing our minds to the infonite possibilities... humans like to make things personal, egocentric, microcosmic... i am bringing an infinite universe of possibilities concept to the conversation, trying to reach well being my experience in life to what could be logical from a very different experience... or maybe i am just babbling to challenge our thinking... anything is possible :)

questions

a midget walked up to me the other day and asked, "if i come out of the closet do i need to give up all my straight friends? and i thought for a moment and responded, "only if they are homophobic and will not open their mind to overcome their fear" and as i turned to go a girl in a wheelchair rolled over my toe and asked, "if i admit i am an atheist do i have to give up all my god-fearing friends?" and i winced for a moment and replied, "only if they do not live up to their holy words to love and leave all judgments up to their gods" and a young man spoke up suggesting those with delusional fears are not cabable of actually being friends in the first place and a young girl spoke up and said those with closed minds are not cabable of actualizing love and the last thing i remember as i left the room was the sound of gunfire and i thought to myself, "maybe some questions are not meant to be asked"...

there was nothing here

so i put this here simply because i so miss the illusion (or delusion, but that would/could/should make it real, at least homo-internally, or something like that/this?) that sharing everything without inhibition could possibly be done with another human who accepted and adored me (and mutually, me too) as i am for who i was and never ever would turn away or abandon me no matter what i did for however long i did i cuz that's how strong the love of a life can be even if some warped part of the brain set out to prove the unconditionaly love trust thing wrong so that's why even if nobody else ever really truly (actually) understands (if only someone cared enough to read and absorb every word)... i am still right here waiting... there is always hope... cuz i hope...

checks?... also, jessica alba and phoebe cates...

are you running from something?

why else would you be here?

vaccines (no apparent awareness)

old people don't need to get the shot cuz they'll be dead soon anyway... make sure all kids get the vaccine though, and young adults are especially important to take the shot... there wasn't enough takers during the first round in spite of the big fast death scare and scarcity of vaccine scare implanted in the cultural psyche by the news media... and the second scare had a better turnout for the drug, but the data shows there is still too much of the population missed in the innoculation process so gear up for a third scare in the new year that will hopefully get the reluctant bodies to accept the change so the transition can occur with minimal visible coercion and no apparent awareness...

what's the title of this blog?

obviously

for no apparent reason (as if), except to have a place to put this blog title that just came to me and demanded to be part of my blogosphere (did i use the word blogosphere in the first entry of this blog?... and come to think of it, how many times have i used the word blog?... whatever happened to diary?... or journal?... or book?... and whatever could that mean, like selling out or conforming or pandering or something like that?... time to change the subject)...

ashley tisdale has nice sweet cheeks...