Being single and the science behind ±MOMENTOLOGY.

I have made five failed attempts at leaving a comment on a friend's photo on flickr through the wonder of this new (and borrowed) pda phone/camera thingymajig. The genius behind its clever bits, buttons and touch-screen-yness... has all made for various fat thumb/small buttons mistakes and, after multiple errors and mistouched buttons, I have taken the hint from whatever all powerful supreme being who kept forcing the mistakes, that I wasn't perhaps supposed to leave that particular comment. It was going to be a slightly drunken, stoned and mildly profound reference to a conversation we kinda had years ago about events in life and our relationship to those events. My profound/obscure references will have to wait for another time I guess.
Being the confirmed batchelor that I am I don't have a significant other to share these thoughts with in these moments at home. Well, there is my goldfish; Billy, Bobby, BerthaSky and Bonzotrooper, but mindless philosophical, theoretical and abstracted chatter isn't really their thing. Swimming and eating. That's their thing.
±Momentology: unrecorded, undocumented moments between this and that, now and then. I suppose it would be like walking unexpectedly into the atmosphere surrounding/between a close couple that may or may not have had 'words'. The experience is very real, awkward and uncomfortable. Transient, momentarily passing scenery on the ever same path... But not something i'd want to document even though, if we were all honest, that is what fills most of our space and time and is reflective of our actual existence. That's ±Momentology.