444!!!

Since the number 444 has come recently to pre-occupy VeryModern's propensity for numerological assignations, I but add humbly to her observations an aside:

Yes, our VeryModern (VM) is (well, was as time draws even now more fulfillingly on) but 444 eProps away from full rightful Xanga eProp ascendancy, which translates into (estimated at the going eProp exchange rates) a week to 10 days.

There was a time when talking eProps like this would incur the scalding wrath of Xanga purists who deigned to remain unattended by quantitative specifications. 

Hahahahahahahahahaha.

But nowadays we have the Xangods themselves giving approbation to GudKarma's eProp sign pimping:

And VeryModern herself talks about going "propping" to describe her near ubiquitous forays about in daily visiting and creating community with the likes of us.

I think there has occurred here a desensitization to numbers, which is good, and a jovial celebration of the eProp artifact, which is fun.

BTW, since I did coin the term Xangarelic, two fine graphic artists Alice and GudKarma have created badges ("If you're the police, where are your badges?" "Badges? We ain't got no badges.  We don't need no badges.  I don't have to show you any stinking badges!"  --Bogie, Treasure of the Sierra Madre)

     Alice

       GudKarma

Hey, if 6-7 months makes a Xangarelic, how long is a Xangalife in dog years??!!

That's okay, Gudkarma, I don't mind the dust, I snort it (hahaha...well, never! but it sounds k00l).

Seriously, maybe I'll just finish out the year and then just update all my blogs from the same date on the previous year (xanga vu)!   As agrochick78 mentioned to me when I blew this idea past her, "Who the hell would know the difference?"  Well, some astute readers (Rapture and toreibjo) did pick up and mention upon my 4th of July poem (below) as having a blog presence before--and it did!  But the 4th is the 4th!!  And don't get me started again!!!

And, oh, by the way, if you really want to know what I think about eProps, check out some earlier playfulness of mine here.

*in the mood to laugh forever*

Mwhahahahahahahahaaa!!!

The top-note fleeting impression of this day is this: 

“I told you I was high on light, the light of that vanished angel, unnamed  (after all, she was a star in my eyes).” 

Yet the stars shall yet shine tonight and the darkness will not kill (“It’s not the darkness that kills, but the cold.” Miguel de Unamuno).  Light, in whatever form, is more than memorable, its rejuvenating.  And rejuvenation is a potent sense of nowness that both expresses and evinces previously assimilated radiances.  Let the light shine, let those who preach or perpetuate gloom meet doom.  How bright is Las Vegas at night?  Dimmer and dimmer the closer you get to the stars.