Friday, October 31, 2003

Well, we're a few hours deep into what I like to call the end of the week, and already I'm tired. Just finished with work, and now here I am at Jeremy's house. Today seems to be the day everyone calls Halloween. That means that everyone dresses as if they're Satan worshippers, and then they run around knocking on doors at night. And I guess everyone is okay with that. My biggest gripe with this holiday (other than the incredible pagan roots) is just that. Why would I want someone knocking at my door at night, and then threatening me for candy? Why would I buy candy to give to a bunch of overweight little brats that are driving through the neighborhood with their doting parents? The only reason I can think of is that they might end up with cavities, or even better, have early heartattacks. And so many wonder why America's youth are overweight. There's a whole day where they can get candy just for being dressed up. I'm sure the perfect costume for a lot of the kids is the Stay-Puft Man. Today I saw a woman old enough to be my mother walking across campus in a red Marilyn Monroe style dress (or at least the style she popularized) with a pair of shades on. Either she didn't realize how ridiculous she looked, or she thought it was okay for Halloween, but part of me wanted to run her down with the car to put her and that dress out of their respective miseries. Of course I didn't, but that's what I was thinking. Maybe I'm just having a bad day. . .

Thursday, October 30, 2003

The big day of Thor is upon us, reese's pieces. And today started out pretty horribly, getting up late, a slight throat tickle, which I'm sure will either be A) a horrible alien spawning inside my throat, waiting to bust free and bring death and destruction upon the world, or B) just another sore throat that pops up around this time. I'm thinking A's about right, but more than likely it'll probably be B. So what's the thought for today? Not much of one, last night I played some battlegrounds, got tag teamed again by the computer, not to worry this time, I blew them all away and leveled up. What else went down yesterday? Not much really, not much has really happened today. And there's nothing wrong with that. Lazy days are the days that I live for. That means I get to fade into the day and be lazy as well. And there's nothing wrong with that. I also enjoy taking time to enjoy what may be the last great freedom of my life. But other than all of that, things are going pretty well for me, I'm doing well in most of my classes (or so I'd like to think) and I'm trying to bring home the bacon. It'd probably help if I worked a little harder, and I gotta do laundry at some point today, but not to fear again, those are all things I shall do. I also have to go pay the government their fine for speeding, and I'm not relishing that, but I do know there is nothing more fun than giving people money, because I do it all the time it seems like. Either which way you look at it, we give something to everyone all the time, whether we like to admit it or not. For instance this semi-attractive girl walked into the computer lab right now, and I just looked at her. She just got some of the time and attention that I'm supposedly giving you right now. She also is now receiving some of your time and attention because I just mentioned her here. So as you can see, something as simple as looking at someone means that you are giving what you have as time to someone else. No doubt the people around me are devoting time to the fact that I'm sitting here constantly typing really without and letup. A few people have looked over here to see how I'm typing this fast, but they just gave me time attention and whether they will admit some level of respect. At least that's what I think. Anyway, I'll call it day here, thanks for the attention and time and take it easy aight, Skittles?

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

As the day fades into night, the young and the old both grow to appreciate the day, realizing that the minutes that seep away now are ones they will never regain. Somewhere on the other side of the earth, there's nothing more prominient in one man's mind. As he sits entrenched in the earth, his mind whirs with thoughts of forgotten activities. As he looks west, he notices the first rays of the sun crossing the now dark blue sky, and remembers the days when life was more simple. A time when there was nothing to do but sit under his favorite trees, and stare up at the stars at night, a time when he used his gun to hunt animals and not other humans. But here he was, face to face with a barbwire fence, and what seemed like an entire nation of enemies. A light stroke on his cheek served as a warning of the prick of the mosquito to come next. As he slapped at the insect, he noticed more and more of the sun beginning to peek over the hill. Somewhere out in the front of him, he could see the wind making the brush sway, dance. It moved like an awkward teenager, unsure of himself, as he tried to look "cool" during his first dance in public. A grin played across his face as he remembered the sweat that poured down his face that night, and how he'd hoped so much that he'd impressed her. Her. . .what was her name? He couldn't remember now, his mind had become so filled during his six months training, that it was as if it had entirely erased all of his previous memories. Her name had been all he could think for six months, but now it seems as if it were just an echo, growing more and more scant as time went by. Suddenly the brush moved unexpectedly, and time stood still as he raised his rifle, held his breath, and tried to steady his hands. The brush continued to move and then a green orb flew through the air and landed next to him. As he scrambled away, he could feel a force like he'd never felt before. It tore at his back and left heat in his shoulders, and as he fell to the ground he suddenly could remember her name. . . that name that had been in his head for so long he had forgotten it. As he felt black sweep over him, saw the boots that walked by his head, he could only think of one thing. . .Julia, that was her name. Julia.

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Howdy doody ladies and gents? No candy, I've actually tapped myself out, and it only took a few weeks? Not to worry, I'm headed to Candy! Candy! (and that's the official title) to check out some different names, and load up on fresh types of candy real soon. Today consisted of shrugged off laundry and work! Nothing like work. And some studying and some class. But work was definitely fun and it seemed to last forever, actually it probably did last forever, I just have a skewed sense of time. But I did a bunch of hours this week, (a comparative superlative really) and I look forward to the paycheck that shall bring. While picking up after the filthiest animals on this planet (the Army Core Of Engineers, I happened to pick one of the dozens of free USA Today's that got left in the room. Being the avid reader that I am, I took the time to peruse the paper and literally was shocked to see a full headline involving stripping and how woman are not enjoying it. It was accompanied by a topless woman dancing for another older woman smoking a cigar. My first thought was, what the heck?!?! My second thought was, WHAT THE HECK?!?! What is the world coming to when women are going to strip joints to see other women dance? I'm a male, and I think that stripping, the act of taking off one's clothes in a sensual manner for the gratification of those watching is degrading to women. It doesn't celebrate the feminity of a woman, nor does it empower them. All it does is make men, and apparently women, feel more powerful than they really are. There is nothing empowering about disrobing in a room full of people simply to make them feel good. Nothing at all. I've never really bought all that jazz about celebrating the human form, but this even makes nudist colonies seem benign. The nudist colony's goal isn't sexual arousal (in some cases). The goal there is freedom from society. In stripping, the goal is to stimulate someone's senses to the point of sexual arousal. Why would any woman want to see another woman bumping and grinding on a pole? I was so disgusted by the idea that I couldn't finish the article. I'm thoroughly disappointed and disgusted. I genuinely hope that this is not the growing trend among human society, but unfortunately, it seems that it is. With each passing year, I notice more and more the depravity of mankind. It seems odd to call supposedly the most sentient beings on this planet perverse and utterly primal, but apparently this is exactly what human's have become. I think things will no doubt be worse before they become better. If anyone's offended by the topic of today, I'm sorry, because I am too. Later.
I'm blogging, hey hey, I'm blogging. Blogging around the block tonight. Whoo haa, Musketeers, what seems to be the verbose agreement? Tuesday has arrived taking us far far away from the depths of Monday, which consisted of fat people doing fat things to fatty foods. Okay, I don't know why I just said that, but yesterday was Monday, one of the best days I've had in a while. . .okay I don't know why I said that either, but anyway, I can proudly say I passed 25 and alive, a driving course designed to impress upon me the severity of youth and speeding. Unfortunately, it really didn't help much, as my teacher speeds herself, and really just doesn't care. We got out an hour early, so that was nice, and there was Subzone to be had at the class. Unfortunately, it wasn't free, so there really wasn't any subzone to be had for me. I had to think about how I could get the money to pay for this ticket that's coming up soon. Also, I gotta work today, and somehow get my laundry done, because between you and me (and you and you and oh yeah, most definitely you) I have no clean clothes to speak of. So I guess I better go put the washing machine to good use, at least get a few loads washed so I'll have something to wear the rest of the week. Of course, I could just procastinate like normal and do them Wednesday, I have enough clothes to wear to make it till then. I hope. I'm pretty sure I do. Sometimes I wonder who came up with the rules for how to comport oneself. For instance, having neat hair isn't such a big deal now, but it was huge not long ago. And many times there are people that still look down on those who's hair doesn't meet their standard of neatness. And what about the way you dress and how it causes people to view you? Who came up with the social rule that says my pants should be all the way up to my "waist" and I shouldn't have a lot of slack in them. Baggy clothes are indeed ill-fitting, but if I want to wear them, shouldn't I? Of course, right? But I know if they become too baggy, I then am spoken to by someone, or I'm made fun of by others. Who decides that my clothes are too baggy or too big? I certainly isn't me, because if it were it wouldn't matter. Either way, I think that somewhere along the line there was a standard set, and I'm sure as time continues there will be another standard that is set as well. Take it easy beef jerky's(its a candy in Germany right?)

Monday, October 27, 2003

Awww yes, ain't that fresh? Everybody wants to be down like that. . .what's going on Mike and Ikes? Nothing much here, just you know keeping it real, keeping it real. Actually I'm stalling before I go enjoy the wonders of traffic school. This is where my incessant disobedience of the law bites back. I guess I'm just a rebel, a rebel without a cause. Or maybe I'm just an idiot who needs surgery on his foot. I gotta get the lead out of this thing somehow. Either way, I've got four hours of tedium ahead of me and I need to prepare for his proper like right? Right. So I'm going to end the blog here. If you get the chance hit up Jerm's site and shout him a holla out, dog. Crackalackit jelly fish. (Yeah that's a candy. Really. . .)
Top o the Morning to ye, O'Malleys! Its Monday again, and after what I'd call a hectic weekend, I'm back with more thoughts and candy. Really just more candy, I've not had time to think at all this weekend. So, we did go check out the museum, the exhibit had some very interesting pieces in it, one of my favorite was the functioning survival kits, should the apocalypse befall us. There were two apocalypse survival cars, and a survival kit with all of the things you would need to live, as well as a survival item dispenser, much like a toy dispenser. For 200 yen, you could get a bandaid, or a bag of tea, or any of thousands of useful items. There was also some work involving video games where the "artist" took Soul Blade and had the characters repeat a sequence over and over again. The point was that the female always won, (in the battle of the sexes) and despite the fact that she always won, she still said submissive things to the male. There were a lot of good exhibits there, once again if you live here in the Huntsville area, I suggest you go check it out. Its seven for adults, six for students. Its worth the money. But something that's not worth the money is the Super Sale that came to town. The Super Sale, and I'll continue to capitalize it for no reason, charges admission. SO if something is there for a few dollars, you need to incorporate the six dollars you spent at the door. Though honestly, once you've spent the six dollars to get in, it really shouldn't matter. Even if it was a recent expenditure, you'll not get your moeny back, so it doesn't matter if you pay the six or not. At least not in economical terms. Then we played video games as Skyler's house, which seemed to me to even more hectic and weird. I saw a few people there, but it seemed like more people were there than were really there, since we were playing games and I didn't get the chance to absorb the fact that everyone who was there was in fact there. Also, I got to hang out with my baby brother, so this weekend was pretty good. Alright! So as far as deep thoughts, as you can see I really don't have em today, but I guess that's just the way it is. I gotta test today, so I'm off to make sure my skill is ready for testing. Alright. . .no no its not alright!! Keep it rizneal, peanutters.

Friday, October 24, 2003

Hey, licorice whips it Friday. And in lieu of this intriguing fact, I'll be sharing a song that I know by heart (somewhat) on the subject. You should listen to it, its awesome. The O'Jay's Livin' For The Weekend

Let me just sit down
And relax a minute
Let me tell you about ut

A ha, it`s Friday
Oh, ho, thank God it`s Friday
And I just got paid

Going across town
Gonna pick up my lady
Have a little bit of fun
Just ain`t no telling
Where I might end up

You might see me
On the East side
Ha, the West side
I`m even going cross the bridge
Cause I, cause I
Cause I hear they really
Get down over there

(Well, well, I)
Owe it to myself
(Well, well, I)
Gonna party
(Well, well, I)
Gonna party

(Well, well, I)
(Well, well, I)
I owe it to myself
(Well, well, I)
Oh, party, party

I`m just living, yeah
(Living for the weekend)
Woo hoo, said I`m-a
(Living for the weekend)
I said right now, I`m
(Living for the weekend)
I said this evening
(Living for the weekend)
For the next two days
(Living for the weekend)
Gonna have a real good time
(Living for the weekend)
Gonna have a real, real
Real good time
(Living for the weekend)
Gonna party hard, hard

Come on, y`all
Let`s go downtown
Come on, y`all
Let`s groove
Hey, hey

Monday to Thursday
I`m dead on my feet
Most of the time
Too tired to eat
When I try to read the paper
I fall fast asleep

But as soon as Friday rolls around
I lay all my weekly burdens down
I put on my glad rags
And paint the town

(Living for the weekend)
Friday night alive
(Living for the weekend)
Said, I`m living for the weekend
(Living for the weekend)
Don`t stop when I party down

Party hard, party down
Party hard, party down

Soon as on Monday
Rolls around again
I got to put all that
Partying to an end

Got to solve that same old grind
With those five day week
Sometimes, I get frustrated
Through the day, take off early
And a cut in pay

At the time, I don`t really care
Because I done took
All that I can bear

(Living for the weekend)
(Living for the weekend)
(Living for the weekend)
That`s when I party down

Party hard, party down.....

Ain't nothing but a party ya'll!! What's going down this weekend? You didn't know? We're hitting the museum so hard it's going to shake milk, ya know? Anyway, its just about time for me to go to work. Take it easy, tootsie rolls.
(I bought a shot glass today!! Tomorrow, liquor!!)

Thursday, October 23, 2003

Oh my god. I just lost a post that was at least three pages long. That just gives me a headache. What's going down, Cadbury's? I don't even feel like posting anymore. But I will continue on, because I have neglected my blog. It feels like its been awhile since I sent some blog lovin anyone's way, but basically I've been pretty busy. Seems like life is speeding along on this little subway train I call time. Here's something interesting for those of you here in Huntsville. The museum here rarely has good artwork, but there's an interesting exhibit here now. Here's two pictures of the work that's being exhibited, really much of it is anime and manga inspired. From what I've heard its really good, but then again, how many of us want to hear about art, when we can go and experience. Show the museum some love, maybe they'll bring in more modern art in the future if there's a good turn out. Also, I've put some time into a few video games as of late, and will invest a bit more time into it. I've really not spent much time, or as much time musing as I normally do. Lately it seems my mind has been full of a lot of different more concrete subjects, i.e. will I flunk this class, if so what will I do, how long can you carry a torch, all of that good stuff. But along those lines, it seems that many people think of abstract thought as being a waste of their time. Abstract thought is something that I think we all should engage in from time to time. I had a really strong argument for why typed up and of course I lost that post, but I'll make it again, because its just that strong. Abstract thought is far from a waste of time. By means of abstract thought we can think beyond merely what someone tells us, and further into what it really is. It is a means of deducing the why of a matter, and not just the what's, who's, where's, and when's. Thinking abstractly helps us to deduce why, for instance, obeying laws are beneficial. We know that murder is against the law, and by reasoning on the concrete plain, we know not to do it. Abstractly speaking, though, we know murder is wrong because as a human, we don't have the right to take another's life. This in itself is the essence behind the law, the principle that carries the law, and only through abstract thought can we understand that. As humans, we are the only animal who can think and reason on the abstract plain, and we should take advantage of that ability. If we reflect of the why's of a matter, it becomes more than just a fact, it becomes a reality. There is a distinct difference between the two. More succinctly, abstract reasoning allows us to discern what is true and believable, and what is false and clearly deceptive. The old saying is that if you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything. Really, if you don't examine what you stand for, reason upon it abstractly, you've already fallen for something. Unfortunately the trend today is to think concretely only. Most people if you asked them what time is, they'd tell you, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, eons and so forth, but if you asked them to define time in their own words, they wouldn't be able to. Because they haven't had the time to think deeply about the matter. All things we are told should be subjected to rigorous and thorough study, so as to be proven before they can be believed. At least that's my thought on the matter. Take it easy, pralines.

Monday, October 20, 2003

Hola, peanut butter cups! This day has been one of mixed feelings, unfortunately. Some good thoughts, some bad. Lets break it down shall we? Today as I was waking up, I begin to think about what really motivates someone? Why do we do what we do? For instance, my dad watches football, and all he's really concerned about is how well a team will perform against the Titans. Not that there's something wrong about that really. But it makes me wonder what exactly motivates him to feel that strongly about the Titans. Maybe its the fact that they have a quarterback he relates to, since the QB came from Alcorn State, a SWAC school (and HBCU). Why does anyone do what they do? What makes us tick? Well, more specifically, what makes us keep doing what we do? What gives us devotion to teams, to other people? Is it because of some desire to have future gratification or blessings (for lack of a better word) produced by what we attach our emotions and hopes on today? For instance, I want to go buy a video game. Its $14.99, outside of my set price range. Yet I know this game to be incredible, and I know the longer I let it sit, the more likely it will be bought and enjoyed by someone else. But I don't want to drop 15 bones on it. And haven't thus far. What makes me think of 15 dollars as being too high a price for a video game? Not too mention this same reasoning doesn't seem to apply to my driving because I spend. And as I've learned from my time in traffic court, tickets are far more than 15 dollars. Yet this hasn't seemed to stem my desire to speed. I'm not even really going anywhere, it could just be a trip to the local Burger King for some overly fatty sustenance, and I'll still speed like I'm a crack fiend trying to hurry over to the dealer to get my hit. My point is, I have different motives. I think since I don't think of both of the expenses as being necessary, I tend to speed because it doesn't always produce an expense. Everytime I speed without getting caught its just postive reinforcement. But everytime I spend money on a video game, my bank account definitely drops like like crazy. Either way, the truth of the matter is, finding the proper motivation has to be more important to than what exactly it is that motivates you. Anyway, my plans for tomorrow? Class, class and more class. Nothing more fun than that. If I can make it to the video store, I intend to rent a video or two. Anyway, holla back Nerds.

Sunday, October 19, 2003

Okay, maybe not so much blah. Salutations, Twizzlers! I found my carmex, and now my lips are feeling G double O D. That's right, guh hood!! Okay, I'm really not that elated over finding my carmex, but now my lips won't get all ashy and crackly, and I won't look like I've been in solitaire for the last three years. Speaking of which, I've had this really weird dream that Skyler was in. That's right, SKYLER!! You were in my dream man. So what happened was we were in this really bad detective movie. But we didn't know it, it was like, we were two detectives, complete with the rolled up suit coat sleeves and the bad shades. But we were in my car. It was hilarious, really. There was a villain, which was E-Side funny, cause he had like this jheri-curl. For my uninitiated, a jheri curl is. . .well, let me find a picture. Anyway, so we're trying to run him down, and we're doing all of the cool detective poses. You know the cool back to back, but we didn't have guns, but we still looked cool. So I get a call on my eighties cellular phone, and its Danny, and he's all like, dude, I got this note. And I'm all like, what note, Dann-O? And he says, someone's kidnapped Ashley, and its signed the Claw. And I swear my jaw drops and I'm like, "We're on it!!" and I yell to Skyler who's trying to get some girl with big hair's number, "Lets book, baby brother!!" So then we run to my Toyota Camry, which somehow is now a convertible. And I slide across the hood, very Starsky and Hutch-esque, and we speed away, which is shocking cause you know we're in the Camry. But the coolest part was when I slide across the hood I make my own sound effect, and its like "SLIDE!!" and then Skyler slides across the trunk and he makes his own sound effect and he's like "SLIDE NUMERO DOS!!" I think that's the first time I laughed in my sleep, but I'm pretty sure I did, but anyway!! So then we zoom off and suddenly guys on bikes pull up behind me and start shooting at us, and so I toss Sky my magnum outta the dash, and he stands up in the car and starts shooting. This isn't even the half, cause we're on like a highway, the typical shoot out highway, of course. And he's just blasting away, and he's like, yelling at me to hold the car steady, and then I'm telling him to learn to shoot better, and all in all its just really a big gun fest, since they're also shoot at me. So then Skyler shoots out one of the biker dudes tires and he wrecks and comes flying ahead of me. So I swerve like mad and suddenly I'm flying off a cliff and Skyler's going with me and we're screaming at the top of our lungs and we hit the water, and then suddenly i'm in the police station and Tremaine's there cuffed, and my dad's screaming at both of us about the damage we've caused, and how we're off the force. So I'm all like yes sir, but Skyler's yelling about how we're the best cops he's ever seen, and how we'll catch the Claw and then we'll have his job. So then we end up busting into this warehouse, and Skyler goes all Matrix-y, and starts taking out these mexicans who are stashing cocaine into boxes of flavored drink mix, but not Kool-Aid. SO then I was in front of this huge Colombian dude, and he had berrettas and he started firing and just shot Skyler to bits and I yanked out my eighties cellular phone and called 911, and then I engaged in the most stylized fight scene I've ever imagined. We went at it for what seemed like hours and hit each other with tables, chairs, chains, spent cartridges from other guns, sticks, brooms, mops, weights, and pipes. And I was winning and right when i was going to push him to his doom, Skyler stopped me cause he only got hit in the shoulder, and he's like, no, don't sink to his level. And then suddenly music started playing and then we were sitting on a cop car and my dad gave us our badges back and Skyler said something funny, and I woke up to Hey Papi skipping in my Cd player. And thats when i looked around realized, hey this was just a dream. Man that was funny. Anyway, that's the extent of my dream, thanks for reading. Oh yeah. Well, have your cake and eat it to, ya M&M's. That'll just about do it for today.
Blah. That's the theme for today. Loads of Blah. And not a blah less. Howdy, circus peanuts. I feel like crap. Yay. Saturday was okay, played some golf, didn't do anything impressive, and I slept. That's the extent of my day. Right now, I'm ticked beyond belief because I'm tired and my dad's annoying me. That's not new, but I have no patience right now. I'm ready to just go somewhere and sleep. I think I will. Take it easy juice tarts.

Friday, October 17, 2003

What it be like, cotton candy? You know, its lonely without friends. You have to eat food by yourself and have conversations with yourself as well. I'm a darn good conversationalist for a guy without any friends. Actually, I have no idea where my friends were, but they didn't invite me, well, since I really don't have any. Or maybe it was because I had to work, they figured I wasn't really worth it, you know? Who knows? Anyway, I'm semi-joking about the friends, I'm pretty sure I just got left outta the mix, and I couldn't go hang out if I wanted to, since I had to work. Which, by the way, was okay. A lot of, you guessed it, heavy lifting!! There's nothing more fun than lifting heavy objects and moving them elsewhere. AND!!! I dropped a table on my toe!! YAY!! Hard wood at a good velocity impacted with a body part!! YAY!!! YAY!!! There could be nothing better than damaging my foot!! NOTHING!! I'm so excited for my foot. I didn't break it, I think. Too bad. And then I kept doing heavy lifting!! Isn't that incredible?! Yes yes it is, Javann. Sadly I'm back to talking to myself again. Man. . .this is more depressing than getting my check on Thursday. On another note, I'd like to say, I really don't like when people IM me and then ask me questions but they type three or four question marks, like, "My name's Homey!! What's your name???" Why is my name so imperative that it merits more than one question mark? There should be a law, against over use of punctuation marks, and the punishment would be all the punctuation buttons being removed from your keyboard. That'd be a good punishment. And people, people!! An elipse is . . . or three periods with spaces in between them, not ....... <---That's totally wrong!! TOTALLY!!! (Note the proper use of punctuation, seeing how I feel very strongly about that) Okay, sorry, I'm turning into a miserly old man. And I wonder why I don't have friends. Anyway, take it easy, hard caramels.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

I'm so past depressed its a shame. Sgwan on, lemonheads. Today's just not my day. I've never felt so angry/sad/depressed/hopeless/discouraged/idiotic/pointless. I just want to grab today by the throat and squeeze. Too bad we can't just kill a bad day, and forget about it. I should've stayed in bed today, really. I can't even share all my thoughts today, because the majority of them aren't even worth putting word to. Anyway, I got paid today. That was a total disappointment. I worked till 12 at night, lifting tables and whatever else, and all I got out of it didn't even make up for the tired I felt afterwards. And the government took a seventh of my check. A seventh!! I don't even like this government, but they take a freaking seventh outta my check?! What the heck do you do with a freaking seventh of my check?!? Make war? Fund all the crap that I don't even condone?!?! Pay the freaking cops that always ALWAYS harrass me, that look at me like a threat just because of the color of my skin. Next time a cop pulls me over, I'm going to slap his aviator shades off his face, and get my money's worth kicking his hide. I sponsor racial profiling, so I might as well fit the profile. I just really really really REALLY hate that I have to kick out that kinda money to be harrassed, to some people who personally, I wouldn't mind seeing starving in the street. I honestly swear that there is nothing to be said to me that would even remotely change my mind. I'm outta here, maybe I'll feel better after tonight. Be calm, red hots.

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

How's it going, nougats? The day is officially old, and I've had a full day for sure. So full that I'm blogging twice. That's right, TWICE, in the same day. Ain't that something? Well, its definitely something. I had a great time in class today, learning and what not, and you know, sometimes when I learn, I can feel my brain telling me that this might be important. Today we discussed how people loved differently. Just like there's different types of personalities, there are people who behave differently towards those they love. There's six types, Eros, Storge, Ludus, Mania, Agape, and Pragma. Eros is passionate and intense, whether physical, spiritual, intellectual or emotional. Then there's Storge (pronounced Store gay) which is comfortable best friends kind of love. Ludus is the playful, manipullative style, which doesn't put much value on commitment. Mania, is emotional and an "unsettling style of love marked by emotional extremes." Agape is the selfless type of love, we all know that, and there's Pragma, which is a calculating, goal oriented type of love. So what type are you? I think I know a pragmatic type but I'll not call names. I think I'm a Mania type, since I'm so emotional, but I could be wrong. I think its interesting that there's been a classified type, or that someone's tried to label each person's behavior towards people they love. I really don't think I fit into a certain type but you can be different types. I just might have soe Eros and some Agape in me, but I'm pretty sure I'm more manic than anything else. So that's what I'm learning in Foundations of Human Communications. If you want to know more, here's a nice link to help ya out Such fun. Anyway, I'm going to jet, thanks for checking out the blog cinnamon swabs!!
Que Pasa, koolaid's? The day is still young, but already I am in need of a shower. That should be the quote for today. That should be a quote for the century. Either way it goes, that's a sad but true fact. So what's on the agenda for today, Ms. Fienes? Well, today, you'll be going to class, Javann. That'll be fun. Gotta shower first. I think ReG. . .that's right ReG wants to catch something to eat at 11:30. . .11:30!! I gotta shower and get outta here then!! But first, I'll indulge myself in some non-schizophrenic musings. And yes, Ms. Fienes lives in my head. She's my personal assistant. Anyway, I'd like to point out that me and Juice are getting our album on like never before, we've got songs flowing out like a pint of Guiness off the tap. And for all drinkers out there, you know what I'm talking about. That's right its taking some time, but not to fear. We'll be kicking those blobs of fat you call eardrums into shape real soon with tunes to make the body croon. And yeah, that made no sense. Anyway, I gotta go shake this grunge off, and get to smelling clean, so ya'll Dum-dums come back now ya hear?

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Okay, I'm bugging. What's the dealy, chocolate-covered ants? I'm seriously tripping. Well, its not like the first time, but its pretty darn close. What am I talking about? Sometimes I swear, I don't even know the answer to that question. But that's just how things roll for me today. Anyway, its the grand ole day of Tuesday, and I was supposed to go out to Jerm's tonight and get some loops, but it just hit me. I gotta work tonight, till ten supposedly. And if there's one thing I've learned, if I go to work wanting to get off early and do something cool, it won't happen. You have to have absolutely nothing planned to get off work early. Its called the theory of stupidity during the job. Seems like I can't work hard enough when I got something to do after work. And when I don't, tables are lighter, the stuff I move feels like ten pounds, and chairs are all in the right room. If you can't guess, work ain't my cup o tea. Of course, I'm not fond of tea, so maybe work is my cup of tea, since I don't like tea. Right. I'm getting dumber by the minute. Anyway, I think I'll blame today's entry on lack of sleep, and I promise to bring some intelligence to my next entries. Till then spit some intelligence of your own this. I'm outta here, Laters, Now And Laters, to be exact.

Monday, October 13, 2003

Holla back young'n! Ooo ooo!! What's going on, candied apples? I'm back for another lovely Monday, the best day of the week, no doubt? Okay, Monday sucks, but here I am blogging and street talking like its any other day. Right. . .anyway, there's not been much on my mind today, I know its getting pretty disappointing for me to keep posting when I don't have "deep thoughts". I might as well change the name of this blog to something other than deep thoughts. Like, "sometimes deep thoughts, but mostly badly arranged sentences that are meant to appear as deep thoughts". Or we could call this someone's fan site, since all I ever do is talk about her. And she never reads this. How do I know? I'll never send her the URL. Well, I might have on accident actually. Oh well. The point of the matter is this, I started out to have deep intelligent thoughts on my journal for the mass enjoyment of others, but its quickly turned into something other than nonignorance. Dare I say, ignorance? But if that's the case, at least I'm really really happy, since ignorance is definitely bliss. Of course, ignorance is only bliss for a short period of time. How blissful can you be if you don't see that truck? But if you want to break it down into real thoughts here, you don't know about the truck until it hits you, and you're perfectly happy till you know. So really, ignorance is still bliss, but its present bliss, and not future bliss. Whatever which way you want to think of it. Oh well, be real, jelly rolls.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

Hey hey chocolate amarretto truffles! How's everybody enjoying the supposed day of rest? No rest for me, I had to go to work this evening, but it was only for an hour, so I guess that's not such a bad deal. Now I'm off with nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs. Twiddle, twiddle, twiddle. . .okay that's boring. Anyway, here's the official picture of Jerm's elbow drop to the ground. I dare say the ground won that match. So what else is new? Not a whole lot, no real thoughts yet, just kinda musing around about how many of my old classmates (high school) that I've ran into in the past week or so. And Priya trying to kill a spider. You should write her and tell her that killing spiders isn't cool. Don't tell her who you are. Actually, I'll not post her email address, that malicious. But killing spiders isn't cool. Spiders are the sole reason why I don't destroy spider webs. Yeah, I know that's about as obvious as they come. So my mindset is racing, and lately I've been floating. Floating on cloud nine you say? No not cloud nine, more like cloud three, but nine's a multiple of three so there's hope yet. Either way, this is gonna be the end of the post. Please feel free to pick up all your baggage, and don't forget to spit your own intelligence. Later candy canes.

Saturday, October 11, 2003

Yay E Yay!! What's going on gum drops? Its the inevitably painful Saturday night. Why painful? Played the grand sport of football, and my knees have officially revolted from my body. They're causing me pain as I type. But I came away a lot better than Jerm. He had a knot the size of Mt. Everest on his elbow. And I do mean Mt. Everest. Of course I'm seriously thrilled cause of HER sheer presence. Which is pretty unsettling. I can't believe I'm this happy about one person. I guess its not a cerebral thing, if it were, it'd be a heck of a lot easier to control. I have no problems controlling my thoughts. Well, actually I do, but its not as bad as controlling I guess, a feeling? Anyway, enough jibba jabba. You don't have time for jibba jabba. You need to go out and start saving money. Me and Juice are ready to bring the musical pain with the latest album. Well, we're really not ready, but we're getting ready. Ready to bring the pain. The pain. . .ow. . .the pain!! Well, let me attend to the ice that needs to meet my knees. Shake that load off, butterscotches!!

Friday, October 10, 2003

What's crackalacking rock candy? Man today was a seriously hard day. Lots of work, and lots and lots of heavy lifting. I hate whatever risers are. . .well, basically heavy pieces of wood and metal designed to be a stage of some sort. And by heavy, I mean like lifting tiny countries. My back was killing me after said lifting. Actually I'm so tired, this entry is more like a duty than an actual thought. I'm just keeping it real, you know? There's nothing better than keeping it. Of course, getting through Friday is the better part of my week. And now that I'm through, I'm ready for some football!! That's right campers, we'll be playing another rousing game of flag football for all who wish to get in where they fit in. Same bat time, same bat channel. Till next time laffy taffy.

Thursday, October 09, 2003

So what's happening NOW, caramellos? Its yet another beautiful day, a day right before the most beautiful of them all, and that Friday, of course, of course. She don't want to, she don't want to, she don't want to work on Monday. I WANNA THANK MY HOOD! Right. Anyway, here's a little something I just wrote, and you gotta love the synergy, the connectivity cause this poem (or whatever you want to call it) is on Jeremy's site as well. Anyway, here it is, hate it or love it? Let me know.

I repress emotions like little kids who can't swim,
while you express devotions all my christmas lights grow dim.
I don't believe in wicked ways to deceive,
but it still drains my thoughts like a sieve.
Normal I'm far from that,
cause I'm losing my mind like Jared lost his fat.
I'm like a record without a sleeve,
scratched and repeating picking fights with Steve,
like Captain Obvious and Doctor Definitely,
I defend truth until we reach the sum of infinity.
You want to understand me,
then go get an encyclopedia, turn off the mass media,
start at A I'll meet you at Z.
What more can I do or even try to say,
I'll season this thought like hay,
or better yet Ms. Dash,
because I'll sell out like T-Boz only for less cash.
Am I making sense? Is that what you expect?
I never finished elementary cause I'm a reject.
My education level ain't level at all.
I'm like that kid playing DDRMAX at the mall.
My whole life is lights and movement,
And as far as I'm concerned there's no room for improvement.
Now I'm sore and its more than how I feel.
Its just this man with no teeth struggling to keep it real.
Reel to reel wall to wall and up to the ceiling.
Reread what I wrote if you know how I'm feeling.

How many times did you reread it? Its like an infinite for loop, like:
for ( i = 0; i >= 0; ++i) you know what I mean? Yeah I still got a bit of the coder in me, I can't help it, well, yes, yes I can but that's why I'm me right? Anyway, i'm going to bizzle fizzle shizzle, aight jujubes? (translation: I'm going to bounce for sho!! Later) My baby don't mess around, because she loves me so and this I know Fo SHO!! Sorry, still got that stuck in my head.

Wednesday, October 08, 2003

Wow. What's going on Smarties? I can barely see straight, just finished assimilating two chapters of Economics. Man, that stuff gives me a headache. I wonder if anyone has gone blind, simply from reading too much deep stuff. I also did five chapters of communications, but that's not all that deep. I look forward to reading more like that in the future, which will probably happen because I can't seem to retain anything that I read for that class. So basically, I wasted an hour reading it. Of course, that might be why I can't retain anything I blew threw five chapters in one hour. So, I guess this the part of the blog where I go into some deep thought for the general enjoyment of the masses. Of course there'd have to be masses for that to even be applicable in this case. My deep thought today comes courtesy of the ant. The ant is such a small little insect, yet it scurries around with such purpose. The ant always has something to do. You never see an ant taking a vacation, or not getting food, because the ant is driven by instinct, a set of laws that are embedded in it from creation. I guess the point I'm getting at has to do with rather or not we can do things by instinct as humans. Of course, unlike the ant, we have to form habits doing things. Habits are easy in some respects, like the habit of brushing your teeth everyday. There's a lot of negative reinforcement (i.e. the pain of cavities, the stench of foul breath, the overall unattractiveness of unkempt teeth) which drives us to brush our teeth. Also habits that involve us doing things frequently and regularly are easier to keep up with, at least in my mind. Like daily habits are easier to keep up with because a day is easier to recognize. When the sun comes up and I get out of bed, that's a new day. When it goes down and I go to bed, its the end of a day. With weekly habits, it becomes difficult to focus (at least for me) on the exact day I'm supposed to do something. I've forgotten to take the trash out about two weeks in a row now, and that because I have a hard time identifying what day it is and what each day as part of a week brings. Honestly, I have a hard time keeping up with what day of the week it is, but I guess that's part of the problem as well. I think the hardest thing for me to do is keep up with appointments and what not. To get back to the beating path, instinct or habit is a difficult thing for a human to acquire. I think that is a blessing and a curse. Our lives today are based upon routine, in fact, having a routine adds stability to your life and (according to my fater) is a sign that you're a mentally healthy adult human. Of course, having a routine also means that your life becomes highly repetitious, and that can lead to insanity. Having the ability to break the routine, while not always a good thing, is still something that can helps us as we strive to keep it. Does that make any sense? If not, don't feel bad, oftentimes the things I think confuse me. Anyway, in the long run, I think what it takes is willpower. So maybe i should work hard on developing that. Be cool, boston beans.
What's gwan on Sweet Tarts? There's nothing cooler than sitting around and typing journals for a class in an hour. I know there's nothing cooler, cause here I am doing it. I'm going to have to start doing this twice a week, cause this is hard!! Finding communications thoughts, about how communications works 15 times in the same few days is seriously tapping out some of my creativity. I'm working on a song, I think you'll find it intriguing and fun, but actually it'll just be me vocalizing how I feel. Again. Also Juice is bringing the pain, and we all know that Juice brings the pain like crazy. Well, I gotta get back to this here journal writing. But on the thoughtside, I think I'm kinda bummed out, had a really weird dream about. . . well I'll talk about it later. I guess to be fair I should sort it all out and try to make some sense of it. I'll see ya'll later Snickers bars.

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Peace and prosperity, gummy worms! Remember what I was saying about that Kate bomber's chances? Well, say hello to the Kate. And lets just say, the Kate's not in a drama where the lone pilot wins the war by himself. This Kate got shot down. Not that that bothers me, I'll live of course. But that's just the way it worked out. Anyway, I also just put steaming hot rubber in my mouth. Why? Getting ready for some football (imagine me singing that). The game this weekend is tackle, which means, I'll have to wear a mouth guard to ensure my prettiness (or at least toothiness) is left intact. Maybe I should've bought a cup. . .for soda. You know one of those resealable kind? What'd you think I was talking about? =) Well, this concludes the blog. Are there any questions? Keep it real, licorice sticks.
Salutations, jelly beans. I'm feeling a bit queasy. The reason is because, well I did it. I finally just came out and told a particular person about my last two weeks. She's been in my mind this WHOLE time and now, she knows. But I feel like crap, because I keep thinking she's going to blow me outta the water. In fact, I'm pretty sure of it. I'm getting shot down like a single Kate bomber trying to take a load of bombs to the fleet. But that's okay, right? In actuality, its not okay. Anyway, enough of my whining. Its pretty early for a deep thought, and I sorta have one, but what would be a deep thought without some waiting for it? So I'll have to showcase this one later on. See ya!!

Monday, October 06, 2003

Hey hey, hershey kisses!! Hershey hugs for my non-chocolate varieties, how are ya'll? I'm doing aight, I guess, gotta stomach full of food, a mind full of thoughts, a night full of opportunities. Last I checked, it don't get no better than that. I'm feeling like not using the proper grammar tonight, and that's cause that's just how I'm feeling at the moment. I'd like an excuse, but well, if you're feeling it, you're feeling it. I had Korean for lunch today, and it was great. I've not had such cuisine since I was over in Korea on weapons inspections. Okay, I was never over in Korea, but I did notice something about the way the "Asian" culture eats. I notice that they use chopsticks, which compared to the fork is, to me, an indication of their culture as compared to ours. We use a fork to eat with, spearing and mangling our food. The Chinese simply handle their food. Made me think about the aggressive nature of America, when compared to other cultures. Of course, money makes the world go round, so they do what needs to be done to make it. But the culture overall isn't intrusive. Like here, its okay to look someone in the eye, its a sign of respect. In most Eastern cultures, that's not the case. There you don't look someone in the eye, its disrespectful. In America, speaking out is the norm, but in many Eastern cultures, you really show respect by not speaking out. Maybe I have a distorted view, honestly, my thoughts aren't coming together like normal, but that's just what I'm thinking. I'm going to go digest a bit more, and wait till my bloods back around my brain. Maybe it'll makes sense then. Till then mint duds.
What's gwan on raisinettes? I need a better computer. Or I need less processor consuming hobbies. Maybe its not the computer, but its the hobby. I guess that's a real good example of self serving bias. Ever notice how powerful music can be? You can get an entire theory on anything across, just add a catchy beat and say it in a few metaphors. Good example of a song that has a good message behind it is Hey Ya. I've been humming this song for the last week, been listening to it non-stop for a while too. There's a line in the song that made me think, he says somewhat, that if we say that nothing lasts forever, then why is love the exception? At first thought, that makes sense, and when you think about it, love was meant to last forever. We were meant to love someone forever. We were meant to live forever. Adam wasn't supposed to get a new Eve every forty years. Unfortunately, some people have a bad idea of what love is. If you love someone, that doesn't mean that your life is going to be one happy moment after another, with no problems at all. Love is when the problems come and it doesn't rip you apart, but you stick through it. Love is more than just two people who have feelings for each other, its two people committed to each other so much, that they're willing and ready to do anything for the other person's happiness, or at least wellbeing. But that's what I think, and I'm. . .I'm just being honest. Anyway, that'll end todays deep thought, sorry it didn't get posted yesterday like it was supposed to but I was dead tired. Later cotton candies.

Sunday, October 05, 2003

Hey hey, mint chocolates. Just sitting around hurting after quite the game of football, american football for my outta town folks. Man, it was awesome, I scored a touchdown (!!!) and I ran back a kick off, but not for a touchdown. But pretty awesome field position. That's always cool. My knee hurts, but what else is new? I gotta deep thought, but apparently the thoughts not going to come out right now. Check me back later.

Saturday, October 04, 2003

Hey, butterscotch creams. As usual, I'm abusing the privileges that a blog entails, but I just thought I'd take time to let ya'll get a. . .gander at this. Wrote in about five minutes, so its a lot of emotion and not a lot of structure. But that's how I like it. If you get down with this, holla at this link and search for Jones, Javann. Jones being the last name, Javann being that name before the middle name. Anyway, without any more delay, here ya go:

You make me want to write, till there's nothing left, you make me wanna dance, like nobody's looking. I guess what I'm trying to say, is if you wanna look my way, it'd make more than my day. Kinda like my whole year, ain't not minicing words here, this is for real. I guess if this were lets Make a Deal, you'd be that door with the good prize behind it. So good it makes me want to tape and rewind it. I know it seems kinda childish, but I like the fact that you're so stylish. I hate to say things that sound trendy, but can I call you late like Wendy? There's a lot of things in this world that don't make sense, so that's why I'm hoping we'll be more than friends. Its hard for me to realize my dreams, when in I see you in every one, standing next to me. Misdirection is what I've always done, and maybe just this once, I'll break down and be straightforward. Its you my feelings are directed towards, and I'd hate to miss more than an opportunity of my lifetime. So is there anything you'd rather me say? Is there something else or another way, for me to tell you how you make me feel? I guess I'm just keeping it real. You make me feel like. . .you make me feel.

Take it easy fruit medleys.
I'm, I'm just being honest. . .what's going on peppermint patties? Just got back from the A&M football game and I gotta admit it was the event of the year. . .for me to poop on. A&M thrashed the other team, and to top it all off, I missed halftime, which is show time for the band ya know. Also none of the people I thought would be there were there, and sad to say, I went for one person in particular and got sorely disappointed. Or maybe it was more of a good thing, cause that'd been horrid if she'd came. Anyway, enough of my pointless frustrations. Lately, I've been thinking, maybe I need to do something about this whole I don't care attitude I seemed to have developed. I don't like a lot of things, really people, and that's not a very good attitude. I tend to tell people what i think without really showing any concerns for their feelings. I guess it all started when I was thinking I didn't want to be a fake person, but in my striving to honest I seem to have lost my tact along the way. I guess I need to be more tactful and respectful of other people's feelings. I'm working on doing that now. I guess that's just the way it rolls. Anyway, for all those that take the time to read, keep it real hombres and mujeres. I'm out. (but not about)

Friday, October 03, 2003

What's going hooha's? Well, the video's are up. And well, the NY video was okay, I guess. I know I don't have any friends in the NYC area now, cause I dogged them all out in Jeremy's site. I might not have any friends in the surrounding area either, seeing how they were in the video. Either way, I'm friendless now. Not that that bothers me, I don't think that's much different than now. Today was great, I didn't have to go to school, but I have to work, so maybe its not really a fall break? Not sure what's on the schedule for tomorrow, since today's pretty much booked, I've heard rumors of an A&M game. And I'm always down for that. I seem to have Flower by the Eels stuck in my head, in particular that one chorus line "Everyone is trying to bum me out." Sometimes I find it interesting that someone could be depressed, even if they do something they obviously enjoy. Then I look around at all the problems in the world and realize that the problems don't go away, just because you're doing things you enjoy. And its worth, if you get involved in the things you really enjoy, and then one day, you watch the news and just get sucked into this vacuum, devoid of all joy, that we call the world events. When I look at the youth now, I can't help but think, this can't get much worse, there's no way this can get much worse. What kind of world will my children (if I have them) grow up in? Will they be forced into cynicism like their father? Or will they end up dead in the gutter by the age of 16, or in the jail for leaving someone like that? Will my daughters be forced to fight off the ravenous young men, or do I have to be the type of father that sits on his porch with a shotgun and a desire to use it. Just thinking about most of that becomes depressing, especially if you have no hope at all. That's what I think some people would rather not even bother paying attention with what's going on in the world scene, so they can avoid having a total feeling of helplessness. But that's why we have a hope right? Right. Anyway, till next time, check out the videos, as I've said before, the NYC video was pretty good, I guess, it could've been worse, but they put a good deal of effort into making it. Find that and more here

Thursday, October 02, 2003

Whoa. Can you believe this? The New York crew (lame) don't have a video. How pathetic is that? How hard is it to get your video up? Crashed computer? More like lost nerve. Lame!! Anyway, the video's up, check out both of them here. I'm headed home now, I'm at Jerm's house at the moment. Till later, take it easy orange slices.
Well, tonight's the night. And no one could be more excited than me. Also, my blog maybe moving in the near future, I'm looking into investing into some webspace, or using my space on the UAH server, since its free. Only thing is whether or not it'll support this mass of digital programming I call a blog. Lately I've been having some pretty crazy dreams. All of them involving me and someone else, and somehow she ends up on a bus or car or motorcycle, and I end up running after it. I never catch it though. But the time that she's around me, the thing that stands out is her smile. Then I wake up with cramps in both legs from trying to catch her. Like I said, weird. Anyway, today's deep thought is on the English language, and the many derivatives of the English language. You know, if I were to go and look for a job, speaking Ebonics, I would most likely not get it. Saying "what's up dawg?" to your boss won't win you the employee of the month award. But on the other hand, if I went in, and asked my boss, "How have you been fairing this lovely October day?" and I continued to be verbose, then I'd be looked down upon as being fake, or even worse, pompous. Of course, I'm neither of those things, but isn't interesting how the words we choose to use can affect how others view us? For example, some rappers are intelligent people, but the way they use language can cause others to view them as being crass. I know that it doesn't help that they don't pull their pants all the way to their waist, or have tatooes on each arm and down their back, or even the fact that their hair is often wild and ostentatious. But I think, even in "normal" clothing, (at least normal from a societal standpoint) if they spoke the way they do now, they'd be no more accepted than before. And that is the power of language. Well, don't forget to check out Jerm's site to catch the vidAYOh of the Misconstrued Video Crew. I think you'll find both entries to be pleasant on the eyes, as well as equal to a deep tissuse massage for all of your organs.

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

A bit of fresh peppermint, I gotta poem/song/lyrical musing to post, just something bouncing around in my head, needs to get out before my skull lining gets swollen and my thoughts get stuck.

I'm shook and my mind is blown,
I've lost my sense and my pride is gone.
Love's not been my plan, I've long since washed my hands,
too bad it didn't agree, cause ever since it started messing with me,
I've been thinking about you way too long,
been going to bed, singing love songs.
Reflecting on seeing you smile, and its driving me wild.
I don't want to be another victim, so I took my thoughts and ripped em.
Threw them in the trash, reminded myself I don't have feelings,
"Just remember the past, and you'll avoid the dealings.
Drama isn't your style, so just throw this one to the pile."
And I tried after talking to myself, file this on my imaginary bookshelf.
But I faild at that, and I that's when I knew
I'd be writing poems and thinking about you.
So here I am doing exactly what i avoided
Hopefully you'll not notice and I'll be on my way.

Hmm. . .that was aight, I guess. Anyway, here's some good news!! I think I'll be getting the internship at school. No money. =( but plenty of credit hours. Really just three credit hours for 210 literal hours of work, but you know what? That's cool with me, I could use more hours. Anyway, take it easy, stay outta the warm salivary type environments, cause candy melts. Keep it real.
What's going Peeps, and that is a candy. So today, I had to walk over to the Bevill Center after class, for a little bit of training. I got paid for an hour, bit I doubt that it was worth the seven ducats. Either way, I still got my money. You know what really irritates me? People who expect me to talk to them during training. Like today we had to guess how many employees are in Sodexho. Guess what? I don't care. I could care less if they all fell down and broke their hips and then lay starving to death on my doorstep. I would enjoy watching them as they knawed on each other. Well, maybe not to that extent, but the point of the matter is, I don't care, and I don't want to play the Price is Right, especially when you're not as cool as Bob Barker, and I'm not getting more than seven bucks. And I'd swear my superior has a tupee, so I spent the whole session having visions of yanking it off and throwing it away. But instead I sat there, and listened, and listened, much like most people do. BUT!! I got paid early, so I ate, and holla'd at my baby brother. We played games, and then he said he wanted to start a blog. SO I'll have a link up to that pretty soon. Anyway, holla and spit your intelligence here