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Beautiful…

With apologies for ‘Purebred’ Grammatologists + Punctuation-Dachshunds everywhere…

N.B. (the following was a preceding ‘comment’ ‘written’ in May – sorry… ☹ K)

N.B.B. My dear C., I hope you will allow me this indulgence of retrofitting a Comment commented upon as a Post to be posted here (which, I prognostify, will only invite further comment). Allow me – too – the indulgence of addressing our so-called non-existent ‘reader/s’, and of pimping that pre-sumptive woid ‘indulge’ indulgently:

Dear invisible audience, I hope you will allow me this indulgence of committing the (insert incidental thought-bubble “WTF is up w/ spellcheck?“) what-might-be-considered Cardinal Sin of re-posting Comments as Posts. But in my own defence, I must needs here proclaim (insert assumed best ‘Fred/Kathy/Deranged’ voice) It’s Not My Fault. Godonlyknows how much I love WordPress (insert a heartswelled Pet-Sounded “like the Dickens!”), but one of the inexplicable (insert apology for hastily shotgunned overstatement here: it’s actually explicated/justified/defended [but only sort of] in the WP Forums) limitations of our gracious Hostess-with-the-Mostest (insert a “do you mean ‘Bandwidth’?”) is Her most unfortunate & irremediable border-patrol-’containment’ Search-and-Destroy policy of seeking to remove ‘Spam-Bam-Thank-U-M’am’ so-called ‘undesirables’ (insert an indignant “Who’s to say who-desires-’whom’?!! : – ( “) from our (insert “would-have-been”) merry midst; in short (insert a retractful “well not really“), the WP decision to quarantine Poor Ol’ Gitmo-Comments into the most sub-terranean & hidden-from-shame of lock-downs (insert an “otherwise known as ‘the Hole‘ aka IMU [Intensive Management Unit]“) – that milquetoasted drip of a Web 2.0 hex-hued HYPERlink dangling below our posts like a speckled jizz-jewel on the end of your dong (insert apology for shocking display of such baldly Chauvinistic assumptions here, but in our defence, this site is really intended for a [modestly] assumed audience of two who are indeed donged to the hilt [or so we'd like to imagine/assume/get-ourselves-pumped-for]). But seeing as my BFF C. here & I aspire to be (insert multiple mea culpas for E-Prime gaff here) much, much more than merely blogged-up posteurs, but the most discerning of Commentators (insert Stentorian self-proclamatory crow here) – indeed, self-styled Socratic Senators of Comment (insert an “aka Sultans of Schwing!!!”) even, as well as self-appointed Pundits of That Most Highly Overrated Prime-Time Rom-Com-Drama Otherwise-Known-As ‘Our Own Psychs‘. But I digress (insert superfluous: …even)…&, uh, Where Was ‘I’?

But to get on…this here Post is really just plain refried Comment dredged up from yesterday’s (aka yesterday’s ‘yesterday’ to the power of ∞) pre-digested breakfast (ie. expect low nutritional value not to mention gustatory embarassment of ‘riche$’), which in actual point of ‘fact’ was served up so many elevenses ago (May the elelevenses, 19.59 hrs to be ‘precise’)…but to get ‘on’…

N.B.B.B. This only makes ¢ if 1 reviews the Commentses…

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I didn’t think calling you an Italian from the Northeast would constitute an insult…should’ve recycled back in memory to my brief tour (minus Jamesian wetnurse for the 1st time in my life) of Italyland, where I had the pleasure of observing – never mind ‘Northerners’ (the elevated ‘Medici’ clan, …) vs. ‘Southerners’ (‘Don Corleone’, His Rotundness [aka. Luciano P.]) – Umbrians hatin’ on Tuscans, Sicilians hatin’ on Corsicans, EVERYONE hatin’ on anyone going by the appellation ‘Italian’, right down to beyond-micro-regionalizms like Sienese hatin’ on Sienese (dependin what district & where and whether your horse won)…

‘Padawan’ on the other hand is meant to be a Tilopian pat on the back – like, “Way 2 go on ur sit-bones!” or “Congrats you just passed the severance-of-ur-daddy/own-self’s-head Exam!” & “High 5s/Obama-Bump 4 killin’ the Buddha on Main St.!”; though leaps into the abyss & crushed femurs might constitute more forceful demonstrations of mentor-2-disciple nurture. Remember, it’s (excuse E-Prime transgression here) all about making mince-meat of ur egg-oh (note small ‘e’ here), so that you might one day taste the Meatball of Eternity.

Speakin’ (indirect) of E-Prime, I missed the opportunity last year of securing yet another foot-stool of a book, when I saw Korby’s (exc. truncation here…TOO much work to spellcheck) ‘Signs & Sanitation’ broadsiding his nabors on a sagging intersection at PULP FICTION (my most highly endorse-able commercial library in VanVan). Have you seen that beast? It’s INSANE!

Signs 'Inanity'

Thing about E-Prime, tho, is such a DAMPENER on the unadulterated pleasure of callin’ on hosers & hoser-moovies such as B.B. Like, imagine then compare & contrast breezin’ out the aisles & pipin’ “My feeling about the experience of watching that movie indicates it’s sucki-ness” to the full Fire-In-The-Belly exhortation of:

“THAT MOVIE SUCKED ASS!!!”

…and you might realise, ‘truth’ (or more accurately, acknowledging the ‘existence’ of multiple ‘truths’ vs. ’subjective’ ‘experience’ measured against ‘consensus reality’ (pluralize at discretion) might be ‘fairer’ & more ‘balanced’ but also prompts SO MUCH MORE TYPING. And you and I are supposed to be working Hard on our Laziness…a challenging thing to cultivate while droppin parentheses like cluster bombs allovertheplace…

This previous exhortation was – as I just informed my ex. (by telephony) – supposed to b ‘Short n’ Sweet’ instead of which it’s become ‘Protracted & Tedious’, which spurs me to ‘demote’ this spew from ‘comment’ to ‘post’ status. I hope my young Paduwan BFF doesn’t mind…

Anyway, you’ve forgiven me. I forgive you too, for all your crimes against Noone and Everyone. OK?

Love, K

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this one also from eyebeam. uh, there’s a website describing the process behind this too:

http://www.whiteglovetracking.com/

i watched summa that self-serving pee-hole martin bashir’s ‘Living w MJ‘ today. had never really seen it in its entirety. its shitty cause you gotta ping-pong alluvetheplace because of copyright infringements + such.

i like the bit where he goes shoppin. but otherwise this whole thing was like 1 of the nails in the coffin. fuckn bashir. check the middle onwards where u can see where you can start 2 cleave the fakers frm the makers. i think bashir was tryin 2 turn MJ in2 bubbles…ie. a performin monkey on d-mand. plus the twit couldnt cut a rug w a chainsaw…i just know you’ve met his kind b4…

read earlier his nanny‘s st8ments 2 the press. it’s all so howard-hughes-y & sad as fuck.

get this. music sales have gone up 80 times since MJ’s death. EIGHTY. & check the elevenses:

In total 11 Michael Jackson or Jackson Five albums made it into this week’s top 200 and 43 out of the top 200 singles featured the singer.

Man in the Mirror re-entered today’s charts at number 11, nearly 20 years after its original release and Jackson hits accounted for all but one of the new entries in this week’s top 40 singles chart.

That’s offa the Guardian too.

i played ‘Man in the Mirror’ @ the local cafe soon as i heard. i think audrey ( the owner ) was almost in tears.

OK man i gotta go. we’ll commiser8 L8er ok?

love,

K

saw this a couple of years back. the name of the artist escapes me. this was made @ eyebeam in NYC. does that matter even? MJ is gone. Damn.

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I have no idea how I found this C. Like WAY, way back when. But I followed the chem trail in2 h*ll+back & got it again. For YOU.

Love, K