I'm cracking...up. No, not laughing, the other kind. I just left this comment on James' Blog . But I gave him 2 eProps, Oh God help me:

What's needed is an eProp option: to turn them off, to turn them on, to hide the numbers but not the ranking, to allow for comments but not for eProps, to allow for eProps but not for comments (for unabashed egotists and Ayn Rand fanatics), or maybe to allow for 1 eProp or 1 comment but not both. Any and every kind of mix and match you can imagine: eProp confusion! eProp hysteria! Start every *other* new user out with a 1000 eProps in their bank. Every time they get a comment, they loose an eProp. Every time they "get" an additional eProp, they really just get a random generated quote of the day for a comment. Allow us to donate the eProps we've collected to others. Start eProp factions, eProp gangs. Have a dynamic counter of the *total* eProps generated by all members. Strive and drive with undiminshed intent to increment that total. Divide that summation by the number of all members thus calculating an impersonal average which EVERYBODY gets! eProp utopia. eProptopia!

I have crossed into the Promised Land.

If you bite the hand that feeds you, at least don't bite it off.

Bianca Broussard is the hand that fed us.

She has very pretty fingernails.

Strolling on...

Most everyone knows his or her height. But how many people know the actual measured extent of their reach with arm up and fingers fully extended? With arm up and a fist? How about arm and fingers extended at 90 degrees frontward? When could we use this knowledge about our selves usefully? Would a *handyman* tend to possess this self-knowledge more than others? Has anyone ever died because they lacked this awareness of their actual dimensions?

Strolling on...

My kitten was helping me type this morning. He crouched fully-hidden behind my laptop display and proceeded to stalk my typing hands by reaching around with just his paws, first one paw on one side, then the other paw on the opposite side. Tap..tap,tap. I think my kitten is cyber. Any future typos are due to him!

Strolling off...on a Xangan walkabout.

Xanga just went haywire! The entry immediately below was "timestamp updated" without my intercession. And some "funny faces" were moved into my "Eye Candy" entry, again, without my assistance! OK--who out there has hacked my password? Or is the server schizoid? Or am I losing it?

*This is the older entry mysteriously updated*

*Skip below this for something newer*

I am feel so borderlined that nobody was upset with my Artichoke poem. It pisses *me* off, so why shouldn't it you? Hey, maybe you are all nearly as crazy-violent and lost as me. In that event, a different tack. A lullaby to awaken the beast:

(from a playful interchange with lcsaph)

i love love
love loves you
you love love
so that makes two.

we love each other
love are we
baby loves love
so that makes three.

baby grows up
and baby know the score
baby finds a mate
and that makes four.

babies sing the refrain
‘love are we’
babies having babies
five, you see.

and the world keeps turning
…six, seven, eight…
statistics keep a’churning:
all find mates.

and by the time of nine and ten
…our generation’s gone…
hopefully they’ll remember us
in this little song.

but even if the numbers end
and when the world is done,
we will know forever that
you and i are one.