Thursday, September 30, 2004

Allow me, if you will, to relate a humorous anecdote: once, there was this little guy. He was scrawny and sort of stupid and didn't know what he was doing, but he was really nice and cool notwithstanding. And then there was this big guy who was a very successful dude but was an idiot. And he was mean. And had a lot of enemies. So the little guy decided to try to screw with the big guy for kicks and giggles - for the entertainment of the little guy's and for everyone else's entertainment as well. The little guy desired to - since it was unrealistic to want to really try to bring down the big guy - maybe try to serve as a thorn in the big guy's side like a metaphysic of discomfort or something. You know. For the fun of everyone involved. Cause as we've already established, the big guy is really a jerk. The little guy was but a little guy, however. Thus, the little guy needs all the help and support he can be given.

The moral of the story: help us out with the Failed Day Festival. Learn about it here:

What should we do with the new Failed Day? Try to make a real festival? Might be fun... might be hard. Just play games with Field Day? Ideas? Bouybee?

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

This world is burning down/I sleep so I can't hear the sound/helping it along/just where did we go/just where did we go/just where did we go wrong?

Modesty seems to be a commodity in short supply. No one hides anything anymore, there is nothing personal. You can find out whose done what where and get it in digital media format if you have the money to pay for it. Its really a shame, because this "information explosion" has turned everyone into a constant voyeur. As was pointed out by Jon yesterday, the world seems to have no other interests than to devote their life to learning all about their favorite "celebrities" and what they think, what they drink, what they eat, who they date, who they married, who they didn't marry. Not only is there a constantly voyeuristic attitude prevalent in today's society, but there seems to be a serious lack of any desire for privacy. Oh sure, celebrities yell about how they want to be left alone and live "normal lives" but look at what they do for a living. They make their money on being in front of a camera, performing someone else's written fantasies and dreams. How could they not want to be in the public eye? What it boils down to is they don't want to be in the public eye for free. If the paparazzi offered them money to take their pictures, they'd have no problem, because we see advertisements all the time in which that very thing has taken place. It really is a shame though that we have to be constantly bombarded with someone else successes and failures. Life has enough to keep one busy than to revel in the boons and busts of these human "idols". But enough of my angry ranting.
Deep Thoughts

Well as a gift I have brought Javann's site a home with a name... if you click on the above link... you'll find

and where will it take you?

Right here.

So check it out.

A new name for an old name. for a new look for the same look.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

I've got this here Rolling Stone magazine. It's alright, but man, seriously, you rockstars, shut up. Really. Stop talking and go do what you're good at. I don’t care about your views on politics. Don't care. No one really does. Everyone likes you because you make cool music and are in a cool band, not because you're an overall real cool dude. So shut up. I mean, I don't even care about politics. I think the idea of a career in politics is the most hilariously nonsensical thing there is. The very highest position pays, what, 250k a year? 300k? A lot of money, sure, but we're talking about presidential status here, guys and gals. It doesn't get any higher up than that, and that's not a big salary for the president of any big company. America - for the sake of this example - is more or less synonymous with a big company. But I digress. Shut up. Even Eminem is getting political now and he can't even talk. It's painfully obvious that being political in music is just the new in thing. Green Day - what? You're a punk band. Go sing about your parents grounding you or something. Dave Matthews, hey, I like you and all. You're a nice guy, I can tell. But just shut up. Go start trying to make an album that lives up to Before These Crowded Streets - a feat which I doubt can be accomplished, especially if too much time is taken talking about what an idiot Bush is. Thom York, please, just stop. You're incredibly rich and you live in Europe where you don't have to do anything but drink tea and eat crumpets all day, stop pretending to get involved. Damon Albarn, dude, see Thom's comment. No one cares, guys! You're musicians! Do what you do! And don't talk!

Besides, it's a lose/lose thing, this election. I'm glad I have no reason to be worried about it. Bush is stupid, and so is that other dude who is running. Lose lose. Problem solved.

I'm not mad or anything, just find the mentality of celebrities to be very annoying. I'm not a big fan of American popculture in any case. On that note I'd like to rebuke Jeremy for subscribing me to all these magazines that constantly remind me of how shallow this country is. But as I said, not mad. To prove it, here's a smiley face made to resemble Homer Simpson.
It was a positive environment/with negative feelings/the most eccentric requirements/but I was more than willing

Sorry about Monday not being a day that I posted. I really didn't have the time or the energy. But I'll do what I can to make up for it. I'll start by washing the car of everyone, and then cleaning your house. After that I'll spend an hour or so doing whatever else you have that needs to be done. I think that should more than compensate for my abscense.

The other night I cut the sleeves off of one of my T-shirts and stood in the mirror, and realized that I will never see my right arm the way it was meant to be. I can't even remember what my arm looked like before I got the scar on it. The scar of course from the whole going through a plate glass window thing. Not that I'm a vain person, but I always wonder what other people think when they see this large fibrous scar on my arm. The story behind it is somewhat funny, but I think I'm going to change it up and start telling people I got into a knife fight with a former friend. Or maybe I had a nurse who didn't know where to put the IV after a car accident. My mind races with thoughts on the matter. Either way, its here for life so I might as well get used to it. My last thought before I leave you is, D.A. if you read this, you rock. Not just the normal kind of rock, oh no, you rock with a mighty fervor. And Alex, well, what couldn't be said about you that wouldn't be true?

My mood?

Definitely hulk-y. . .

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Sunday afternoon. I could be doing something cool; or not so much cool in itself but would lead to cool results if I indeed went ahead and did the less cool part: crawl under my house and pull a CAT-5 wire from the router in my living room to my bedroom computer, thus connecting it to the internet and essentially giving me little reason to ever leave me room again save occasional human contact - which I'll grant is somewhat important - and food, which I also deem important and as of yet have no supply of such in my room so regular trips to the kitchen will still have to happen, but you can't have it all. You can't have it all.

Yesterday I found myself in an otherworldly place known as Glasgow, KY at a little crafts fair on the town square. I was chillin* with my homie Jonathan M. Houser, who had a face painting booth set up for the kids. Now, for all of you who know Jon, you'll probably realize right off the bat that the concept of him running a kid's face painting booth is majorly off anyway, and sure enough it didn't go well for him. He grossed about 4 bucks I think. The sign out in front of his booth said things like "Give me your children's faces!" and "Don't be afraid!" and, my personal favorite: "Please go to the other face panting booth." Not only that but his face was painted up to look like a weird clown, and combined with his crazy top hat and the sunglasses he was wearing, he was literally scaring kids away. It was funny stuff. He had some predesigned faces he painted, and while you could request other things that weren't on his list, satisfaction was explicitly not guaranteed.# His predesigned faces included: A puppy (woof), a kitty (rar), and clown (rar), and the Cure's Robert Smith (my idea). None of them did particularly well.

Well I'm not looking forward to crawling under the house yet so I'm gonna go read a heartbreaking work of staggering genius, the name of which conveniently goes by that same description. It's cool so far... a memoir written by a 28-year-old who's parents both died of different kinds of cancer within a 32 day epoch and thus he was left to take care of his younger brother (who can be found metacritisizing the book in some spots which, I'm told, completely vivisects the author's hypocrisies, albeit I haven't seen them in action yet - I just started the book). Despite the whole parents dying stuff, it's not a sad book at all. Very funny, in fact. This dude has been through some crazy stuff.

I'll leave you know. Off to fight the beginning-of-week ennui in some other ways.

* I firmly believe my chillin was like a villian.
# Said that on the sign, too.

Friday, September 24, 2004

i, i'm a new day rising/i'm a brand new sky/to hang the stars upon tonight/i, i'm a little divided/do i stay or run away/and leave it all behind?

First, let me say that today while at Burger King, I met a real live Raggedy Ann. She had red yarn hair. That was the extent of her Raggedy Ann-ess, but I think that in itself is good (or bad?) enough. But let me explain myself. You this was a victim of the almighty weave. For those of you who are unaware as to what weave is, well simpy put, its hair (real or synthetic) that is glued, stapled or woven into the actual hair of a woman. Its purpose is to enhance the look of the "weavee" so as to make it appear that they have long luxuriant hair. What it normally ends up doing is making it look like they've murdered (or at least assaulted) several horses and cut their tails and manes for their own beautification purposes. But wait there's more! Weave also comes in several different colors, colors that no human being could ever have growing out of his or her head. Colors that wouldn't even be welcome in a Skittles bag, let alone intertwined with someone's nappy hair. But to cut this short, I'll leave this subject alone.

So, the first day I blogged on this site was Thursday September 25th. So this upcoming Sunday shall be the one year anniversary of my site. No doubt you want to know everything there is to know about such an impressive site. Well here's a few stats for you.

2361 page hits since April 11, 2004 (when I began tracking the sites)
By continents this is the breakdown:

1. North-America 2170 91.9 %
2. Europe 139 5.9 %
3. Asia 15 0.6 %
4. Australia 4 0.2 %
5. South America 1 0.0 %
Unknown 32 1.4 %
Total 2361 100.0 %

By country:

Country of origin
1. United States 2147 90.9 %
2. The Netherlands 124 5.3 %
3. Canada 23 1.0 %
4. Singapore 9 0.4 %
5. United Kingdom 5 0.2 %
6. Australia 3 0.1 %
7. Portugal 2 0.1 %
8. Germany 2 0.1 %
9. Malaysia 2 0.1 %
10. Hong Kong S.A.R. 1 0.0 %
11. Hungary 1 0.0 %
12. Iceland 1 0.0 %
13. Brazil 1 0.0 %
14. Philippines 1 0.0 %
15. India 1 0.0 %
16. New Zealand 1 0.0 %
17. Denmark 1 0.0 %
18. Spain 1 0.0 %
19. Korea 1 0.0 %
20. Belgium 1 0.0 %
21. Romania 1 0.0 %
Unknown 32 1.4 %
Total 2361 100.0 %

Interesting stuff no doubt. During the course of this year, this blog has made it possible for people to know exactly what's going on this head of mine. And many times the report I've heard back is that what I think scares people. Heh heh heh. . .how do you think it makes me feel? I kid I kid. If I scare or disturb you, I suppose I should apologize and promise I'll never do it again. At least not until I forget. Well that does it for the Javester. Take it easy this weekend.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

This sterile workplace/covered in germ free believability/once we return and aboutface/we're now handicapped by ability

I hate the computer lab. Its just. . .sterile. It's a lab, I know, but is there any need to make the entire place seem like its in the belly of some space bound mechanical beast, boldly presuming where no man has ever presumed before? Of course, my presence here is my own fault, since as was mentioned yesterday, I've ran across a spot of malware on my home computer. The update? Well, I've found and eliminated the hacker virus msxmidi, which somehow made its way onto my computer (not on my watch I assure you) and I'm trying to clean up the residuals. This may or may not include destroying and reinstalling IE (Microsoft Internet Explorer) since the amount of corruption in its coding is evidently irreversible to this point. Apparently, some computer literate geek who is armed with the knowledge of the inner workings of Windows and C++ has outwitted me with his charming software abilities. I bow to you, great incredible geek, your prowess with a keyboard assures me nothing but a physical victory, for in anything that doesn't involve the real world (no not the ridiculous reality show on MTV) you shall surely best me. You are truly great and powerful, blah blah blah. I'd be even more humble if I didn't have this intense desire to find you and commit unspeakable acts of violence to you.

At this point, you've stopped reading, and figured Javann's gone on yet another rant of self-righteous anger, but there's something you must understand. I am a innocent bystander. My computer has been inflicted with a terrible man-made disease, one which is designed to slowly degrade and overwork my already overworked computer till it finally gives up and throws in the towel. But enough about that.

My topic for today stems from yet another angry tirade, followed by the self-realization that I dislike a lot of things. A day doesn't go by without me thinking to myself, "Was that really necessary, you idiot?" In some cases, the idiot is me, in other cases its my fellow brethren of the human race. As I sit down to compile my list of dislikes, I'm sure you'll see something and think, hey I do that. That's fine. It just means I dislike that action. It doesn't make you an idiot, or inferior to anyone. I say this because I do a lot of the things I dislike. So here's a short list of a few things I don't like:

1)Mayonaise and the people who use large portions of it on everything: First let's ignore the fact that mayonnaise is basically chicken embyros and oil puree' to a blandly disgusting cream. And I'll even look past the fact that mayonaise looks a giant white blob. But when you have so much mayonnaise on a sandwhich that you can barely bite into it without it dripping out the sides, back, down the front of your shirt, that my friend is not what I call wholesome goodness. That is disgusting.

2)Jelly doughnuts: I don't like jelly doughnuts. Somehow jelly and doughnuts don't go good together. Bavarian cream and doughnuts, fruit perserves and doughnuts, even lemon pudding and doughnuts is a better choice than jelly. How did that happen? More importantly, why did it happen? Was some guy filling doughnuts run out of fillings and then decided to load a doughnut up with jelly?

3)People who drive slowly in the passing ("fast") lane: I don't know about you, but I don't drive the speed limit. And I've got nothing against people who do. But when you see a car closing in behind rather quickly, and your response is to slow down even more to "teach me a lesson" then I dislike you. You repulse me. The only lesson I learn is that I should have good insurance so that when I slam into the back of your car, at least we'll both get some parts replaced.

4)People who say they'll do something but then don't do it simply because they didn't want to do it: If you say you'll do something, but you don't want to, just do us all a huge favor and just tell me no. My feelings aren't going to be hurt, you're not that important. If you can't do something, tell me. Because in the long run, if I'm counting on you and you back out for no reason other than just "I don't wanna" then I'll be crushed and devastated. At the same time.

5)People who have long lists of dislikes: I hate it when someone dislikes so many things that they can't even begin to scratch the surface of all the dislikes they have because they are so vast and innumerable, like the grains of the sea. Is nothing worthy of your incredibleness that you must complain to the rest of us about how inferior everything and everyone is to your highness? Why bore us with your longwinded complaints and observations, when, in our inferior natures, it is not possible for us to be anything but common and infuriating. People who do this sicken me. Oh wait. . .

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Man. . .what day is it? Feels like forever has gone by. So here's a quick update. I have a virus. Well, not me, but my computer and as I struggle to send this virus to the depths of deletion hades, I don't want to share it with you through any of my files, since they too might be infected. The most annoying part is that my virus scanner won't detect, but the firewall's been catching its attempts to communicate with the internet and its been permanently blocked. Things have all been going well other than that. Don't worry, the incredible site of Deep Thoughts shall rise up and overcome this adversity. Have a great day. Oh and Jon, just for the record, you'd not be a friend if you didn't disappoint me every now and then. Because if you didn't disappoint me, that would mean that I wouldn't care, and if I didn't care, then I'd not be your friend. So feel free to disappoint me.

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Sorry Javaan. I realize I've been doing a lame job with blogging. But that's what you've come to expect, is it not? For you readers, you've gotta understand that I never come through for Javann. I never really noticed that till yesterday when - after informing him that I wasn't going to make it to a party he invited me to - he would simply add it to his list of Jon Disappointments. It was then that it kinda hit me: dude, the ratio of me actually going through with what I say when it comes to Javann is way off balance; the favor of which tips to the negatories. We're talking, not's to do's, here. My bad.

To make an attempt to recover my flow of deep thoughtage here, I've typed up this brief rant about how the theory of evolution is extremely stupid and it is as follows.

So. This theory is obviously the theory that things came to be, step by step, over a long, long, long timetable. It's not likely, but whatever. Of course, I'll tell you why it's not likely, and I won't be going into things on a cellular level too much, but I'm just saying, evolution and whatever it's got backing it is really pretty crap when you actually look at it.

Now, before we get started, let me say that I know all about Stanley Miller's experiment from 1953 where he formed some evidence on how life could have formed in the past. I know about this and it means nothing. Interesting perhaps, but it means nothing. This theory rests on the hope that the earth, when this life forming was going on, was free of oxygen. "Oxygen is highly reactive… If there was much free oxygen in an atmosphere when the amino acids were assembling, it would quickly combine with and dismantle the organic molecules as they formed" says 'Is There a Creator who Cars About You?’ which was published the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society. I suggest you get a hold of this and read pages 36 and 37. That particular bit correlates pretty much right on with our topic here.

In the experiment, we see that our pal Miller has a gas mixture for the atmosphere, an electric spark for the lightning, and we've got boiling water for the sea. These things did, in fact, create some sort of living things. Nothing major, but some sort of living thing. This has probably been done again, with other elements playing the parts of the environment of the earth. Here's my question: what do the scientists performing the experiments represent?

It's said that these things formed step by step over huge amounts of time. The biggest problem with that claim is that it is impossible. You can take the fossil record and toss it out the window when you look at things from a cellular level. There are many diseases that are all about cellular malformation, or simply not having a certain kind of cell. If one of the cells that clot your blood were to stop working, you'd eventually bleed to death if you cut your finger. Either that or your entire blood stream would clot, and you would die there too. That's only two small examples of the bad stuff that happens to you when you've got certain cells out of whack. So let's put two and two together: if cells formed one by one, over thousands or millions of years, life forms wouldn't have time to form! You would have dead things everywhere. Nothing else.

I really believe that evolution has become nothing more than a shortcut for scientists that has backfired. They wanted to take the easy way out by saying that everything just kinda got here and now they're faced with tons more questions that they simply can't answer, only theorize on. Lucky for them, the masses are stupid and believe whatever they read/see/are told to believe. They've used the word 'lucky' way, way too many times with evolution. Luck is a metaphysical speculation; the purpose behind science is to prove things to us about ourselves. As far as Darwinism and Neo-Darwinism go, this hasn't happened.

Well, I'm sure those of you who actually read that are glad it's over. I'm off to drink some chocolate milk.
My beloved monster and me/we go everywhere together/wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves/gets us through all kinds of weather

Wednesday. My mind's way too tired to formulate any type of deep thought. So here's some poetry. Enjoy.

Dragons, fire, loose ends and cobblers,
cobble stone, fixed shoes, limp legs and hobblers,
Peaches and apples, bananas and half eaten pears,
Them they we and drains clogged with hairs,
Conspiracies, hatred, coups, and Bonnevilles,
strong weak overly unique and sunny villes.
Hunger oppression dictionaries and explanations,
Implicit egos intricacies underdeveloped nations,
third first last in between acts and scenes,
You me together happy in aspects of dreams,
prepositions turtle necks time cards and checks
phrases heads necks trucks cars and mental wrecks,
cream coffee sugar additives preservatives,
carbonation quotes contents and absurdities,
rhymes mixes drinks phones braces rudeness
unclean unwashed bad taste and pollutedness,
fame change money power wealth and vanity
privacy stability happiness and all my sanity
warm enjoyment forever together with friends
beginning conclusion incredible delusion the end.

My Beloved Monster - Eels

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

I've been known for craziness/I've been known for whatever it was you used to be/I've always been overly proud to be me

Friday, April 16, 2004So am I the only one who thinks the senseless slaughter and cultural mutilation of bread should end? Chances are you've participated in this mass slaughter and have even come to expect your bread to conform to it. What am I talking about? Sliced bread. That's right SLICED bread. Chances are that doesn't even bother you. Bread is wheat flour, water, leaven and other natural flavorings too. Why do so many people simply accept its being sliced and doled out for our general convenience? When's the last time you saw a loaf of bread that wasn't mutilated? I can still remember seeing the loaves run free in the bakery, content to never be sliced for someone else's consumption and enjoyment, and it brings tears to my eyes to think of the all the bread we've abused. The time is now, the hour is upon us, for us to stop this sad sad violence against the loaves of bread. From the small loaves of rye, to the large loaves of sourdough, who are we to determine that they should be so cruelly sliced and mistreated? Should we play the role of God when it comes to bread? The answer to that should be as simple as embracing a loaf of bread, or holding it by the hand, and saying to it, "Bread, you are as much a free loaf of bread as the first loaf ever produced from the oven. Will you have this meal with me?" I can see all the breads and humans dwelling together in unity. No toast is worth this kind of cultural reformation. None. Just the very thought brings tears to my eyes. Its moved me to compose this song about the subject.

Bread. Its not meant to be sliced.
Would you like it if someone diced,
you into pieces when you were fresh?
When you were at the peak, at your best?
Then why do you assault bread?
It won't bite back, at least until you're dead.
Someday it will rise and not in a good sense.
It will need some kneading, and what then?
How do you tell it that you want to cut?
To mutilate and still keep its trust?
The young loaves so impressionable,
truly believe that its something correctional.
Shame on you all with your toast,
shame on you all with your toast!

Go Monkey Go - Devo

My mood?

B-Boy stance

Friday, September 10, 2004

You think the way/you lives okay/you think posing/will save your day

So, I did the same thing as Jeremy, which was take the test thinking solely of how I act in a relationship, and low and behold. . .not much changes for me. I was an 8, and well, I still am. Here's the results of "Javann's personality in a relationship".

Main Type
Overall Self
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Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||| 41%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||||||||| 77%
Type 3 Image Focus |||||||||||| 50%
Type 4 Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||||| 73%
Type 5 Detachment |||| 17%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||||||||||| 73%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||||||||||| 85%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||||||| 69%
Your main type is 8
Your variant is sexual
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My mood?

Who'd have guessed I was so born to lead?
See Jerm? This is why you and I get along. And this is also why we both hate Javann so much. Stupid 7... or 8.. or whatever he is. Poser.

Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism41%
Type 2Helpfulness57%
Type 3Image Focus42%
Type 4Hypersensitivity57%
Type 5Detachment37%
Type 6Anxiety37%
Type 7Adventurousness45%
Type 8Aggressiveness30%
Type 9Calmness48%
Your main type is 2
Your variant is self pres
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These results differ quite a bit from last time I took one of these things. I'm any near as mentally off as I was. I like the fact that I evedently don't excel at any one thing. Oh well. As usual, this test is really good and accurate.
OK... so after talking to Javann last night I realized, ya know you react differnt in differnt situations, so what if I took this here personality test with relationships in mind... wow... it was really scary, it once again nailed me right on the head.... hmmm Actually this was like 2nd before... so in a relationship I go from entertainment thrill seaker first... to overly concerned care taker?

Main Type
Overall Self
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... and that whole projection of how they want to be treated thing. (Good grief thats like boom in your face right... weird)

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Not much going on today. I went out and purchased the new (latest since its a year old) Massive Attack album, and its pretty good. Nine tracks of goodness for everyone. Which is more than I can say for the latest Magna-Fi album. Normally, I'm all about endorsing them but this time around, do yourself a favor and avoid them. They are officially the plague. Some of their earlier songs I like, but there's only one or two memorable songs off of Burn Out The Stars, which is their latest release. Not worth the 12 bucks I spent on it.

I leave you with poetry:
I took another of God's creations for granted,
asked more of it than should be demanded.
Beauty like transformers is more than what meets the eye.
To find true beauty in anything, you've got to look inside.
Everything I'd ever wanted and I failed at the exterior,
if I'd just focused on what was truly superior,
looked past what I saw deep into the interior. . .
But my mind was really just too inferior,
too small to see past the outside.
Why each conversation made me feel so alive. . .
And I wandered. . .How many had I pseed over because of my eye?

Feel free to leave your own evidence of literary genius.

Say hello to Massive Attack. And this isn't the best song on the album. . .its simply the shortest. Gotta conserve on webspace.
Future Proof - Massive Attack

My mood?

If you scream in two dimensions, no one will hear you.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

I decided to post my results from a quick test today... i'll do a second one later, the more indepth one..

Main Type
Overall Self
Take Free Enneagram Personality Test

Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||| 45%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||||||||| 77%
Type 3 Image Focus |||||||||||||||||||| 82%
Type 4 Hypersensitivity |||||| 25%
Type 5 Detachment |||||| 25%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||| 37%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||||||||||| 89%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||| 42%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||||||| 69%
Your main type is 7
Your variant is sexual
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Everything that I've done/all that I've accomplished is gone/there's nothing better than knowing/that my entire life has been one tragic lie

January 25th, 2004:
Apparently this is a day of complete and total Javannism. So here's my enneagram tests, if you have the desire to understand me.
Conscious self
Overall self
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And here's more about me:
Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism |||||| 22%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||||||||| 74%
Type 3 Image Awareness |||||||||||||| 53%
Type 4 Sensitivity |||||||||||||||| 69%
Type 5 Detachment |||||||||| 35%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||||||||||| 75%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||||| 52%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||| 65%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||||||| 66%
Your Conscious-Surface type is 6w7
Your Unconscious-Overall type is Omni
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Feel free to take this test and tell me if you think its accurate.

And to update:

I took it again, and this is what I got this time.

Conscious self
Overall self
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Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||| 51%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||||||||| 78%
Type 3 Image Focus |||||||||||| 45%
Type 4 Hypersensitivity |||||||||||| 47%
Type 5 Detachment |||||||||||||| 59%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||| 35%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 68%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||| 61%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||||||||||| 71%
Your Conscious-Surface type is 2w1
Your Unconscious-Overall type is 9w1

If Eye Was The Man In Ur Life - Prince

My mood?

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Those evil natured robots/they're programmed to destroy us/she's gotta be strong to fight them/so she's taking lots of vitamins

In my quest to make the perfect synth pop song, lyrics and all, I've turned to listening to other artists who I feel have done a good job of perfecting the art themselves. That was partially my motivation for buying Prince's new album, Musicology. Now that I have it, I've been listening to it pretty much non-stop. Prince's weird past nonwithstanding, his new album is quite good. His lyrics are catchy and meaningful, his music deep and rich. His subject matter is actually better than he is previously known for, by which I mean, you won't blush upon hearing his album. Good clean fun for the whole. Rush out and buy it. . .or don't

That's pretty much all the Javester's got for you, as usual, I'm suffering from lack of sleep, but, not to worry, chances of there being a really cool deep thought later are greater than they were a few minutes ago.
Yoshima Battles the Pink Robots - The Flaming Lips

My mood?

Completely random.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Has anyone seen that new Skittles commercial where the middle-aged Spanish dude in in that giant bird's nest and he like makes this really bad squawking sound and this huge bird flies over with a bag of Skittles and drops a few in his mouth and flies off and the Spanish dude is like, "Thank you! Thank you very much!”? It's like the best thing on TV right now. It makes no sense what so ever. It’s really totally awesome and we here at DT&OAC recommend it highly.

Friday, September 03, 2004

So, was that last entry a tad bit long? Don't worry it won't happen again. . .well. . .yeah it probably will. Either way, the anniversary of Deep Thoughts and Other Assorted Candies is approaching swiftly, so I thought today would be a good day for some Q and A with the creator/editor of the site.

Q: Hello there kind sir, as you know I'm here to interview you about your website. . .
A: My what?
Q: Website. . .Deep Thoughts and Other Assorted Candies
A: I like candy.
Q: As do we all. So, what was your primary reason for starting Deep Thoughts?
A: I believe it was Confuscious who say, I think therefore I blog.
Q: Uh, no, it wasn't Confuscious, in fact, I don't think it was anyone.
A: Then I turned to him and I said, Connie, you're a trip man. Pass me another dinner roll.
Q: Um. . .you had dinner with Confuscious? He's dead, and has been for thousands of years.
A: I told him not to eat that steak. It wasn't medium rare, it was medium raw. E. Coli's a real problem in third world countries you know.
Q: There are lots of intelligent thoughts and comments contained in the archives of Deep Thoughts. . .did you write any of them?
A: No, no I didn't. Except for the one that said you're a loser. I wrote that one.
Q: That one doesn't exist.
A: It should.

And there you have it, a wonderful interview with a brilliant man. Here's the mp3 of the day.
QMart - 808 State ft. Björk of The Sugarcubes

My mood?

Ain't duality grand? (Or would this be plurality? Hard to say. . .)

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Shall the words of misfits spoken/be treated as jester's tokens/There is but a glimmer/full of the dim light you have/cast In time all heroes depart/There was hope once in my heart

After going back to "relive the madness" (I really should rename that) I realized that come the 25th of September (heh heh, that's an Earth Wind and Fire song. . .or at least close. . .wait, no its not) this green abomination I call a blog will be a year old. Soon it'll be teething, walking, and weening itself away from formula. Its just so cute! So in complete and total creative laziness. . .uh, I mean retroactive style, I'll be posting some deep thoughts from the past. Not every day mind you, just mainly whenever I don't have any real thoughts sitting around. So today draws back to the month of February. What was I thinking in February? (This is where the screen would swirl and you'd hear the dream/cut sequence where we warp back to February)

Thursday, February 26, 2004:
Allow me to make a point. I was thinking late last night, during one of my incessant spells of insomnia (which I blame for my present mental state) and I thought of several different things. First, if sounds were images, they'd be transparent. When you listen to music, you can hear lots of sounds blending together in sweet harmoney. If you could create images from each of those sounds, the only way to really symbolize the sweet sweet harmony would be if they images were completely transparent. In keeping with this theme, I'll say my daily stupid phrase, sound waves are transparent or invisible to the naked human eye. Though really if you distort sound enough, I'd imagine its effect on the air and the particles in the air could be well documented. My other thought was my overwhelming joy in not being a "beautiful person". Fortunately, my name is not on the list, and I don't have a walkie talkie, (guess that song reference!) because frankly being beautiful isn't enviable. I guess I should clarify. I've come to theorize that there are two types of "beautiful" people in this world, (well two types I care about right this moment) and that's effortless beauty and insane beauty. You see, effortless beauty is just that. Its a person that awakens from a deep slumber and is still beautiful despite the fact that in actuality they've just woken up and their features are insanely distorted. These people take showers, shake their hair out, and walk about life, astounding us with their raw beauty. We all know people like this, people that we've never in our entire lives seen have an ugly moment. We all have ugly moments, but these peoples must have theirs early in life, so as to not have them when it counts. Bravo, I say, to these people, and I add in a very fake golf clap. You are indeed genetically superior to me in every way. Please note my biting sarcasm and my complete lack of disregard for your feelings. Chalk it up to being beautiful. The rest of us ugly gigantuan heathens get to mistreat you out of sheer jealousy and envy. Of course, that brings us to the insanely beautiful. These are similar to the effortless beauties, but they have to put forth effort. The person they are when they wake up and the person they are in the two hour time span that lapses are as dissimilar as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. They all carry a cleverly designed facade to fool us into thinking they are effortlessly beautiful. But if you watch them carefully, its really rather obvious that they are not. The hypoallergenic scrub they carry in their pockets, the gel and styling mousse strewn about their personal space in their efforts to keep their hair controlled and stylish, and their inability to arrive anywhere on time. All of these clues points to an insane amount of energy being expended in order to maintain a high level of beauty. These people are the ones that order the salad at restaurants, eat half or a third of it, and then take the rest home and feed it to the dog. Or give it to me, an ugly. Sometimes uglies ascribe to be insanes, but it often just fails in a complete mental and nervous breakdown, culiminating in the ugly person being found in a pool of his/her own styling products. Its a horrible thing to have happen, especially if its to someone you know. I've known uglies who crossed the line to beautiful, and let me say the amount of dedication they put to being a beautiful is nothing short of horrendously hilarious. I find myself torn between offering them a way out of the torturous ordeal that they have put themselves through, and doubling over in gut-wrenching laughter at their vain attempts. If you told them they were an insane beauty, they wouldn't believe you, because they are so far down the path of no return, that even the blatant and honest truth could not save them. To all the beauties of the world, I'll be sure to remember my place and wait on you hand and foot as your ugly servant for the rest of your natural lives. Which for the insane ones will extremely short, or the majority of it will be spent trying to maintain that effortlessly beautiful look.

The mp3 for today?
Burgundy Years - Joy Electric

My mood?

So what do we learn? I've always been an insomniac. . .

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

When you see me/please/turn your back and walk away/I don't wanna see you/'cause I know the dreams that you keep/that's where we meet/when you're coming down/think of me here/I've got no distance left to run

Time is definitely of the essence, seeing how today, I haven't had much of it. That and sleep. I've not had enough of either for the last few days. Not to worry though, I'm sure something will happen to rectify the situation, or at very worse, I'll learn how to schedule. That word in itself gives me chills whenever I say it. The very thought of planning out my day with thought and care bothers me like nothing else. I hate organization on that level, and yet that is the only way to survive in this, this world of day planners and PDA's. Whatever happened to letting the day flow around you like water? I suppose in the end, even the water in the river has somewhere to be at a certain time. I'll always find it interesting that if you don't plan out your day, it makes you lazy and unefficient. Well, unefficient maybe, but not lazy. . .I get a lot done without a plan. Its gotten me this far. And I'm tired. And sleepy. So maybe I do need to get with the plan. Either way, I've got to get up get out and get going to work. I'd ask for something interactive from the daily readers of the blog, but well, I don't want to get my hopes up for social interaction. I'm sure you understand.

Today's mp3? Well, I call it Blur does blues, but I'm sure someone'll correct me. Or maybe not. Anyway, after listening to it with a cup of Kool-Aide in one hand and a bag of Cheetos in another (I am a man of sophistication), I remember thinking, man, that was a good Blur song. Then I got a refill on my Kool-Aide, and continued on with my casual music listening. The point of this long and time destroying story is that this song has a nice bluesy feel to it. And unlike most Blur songs (for me at least)the lyrics actually carry some definable meaning. Don't get me wrong, I like Blur (and for reasons other than incurring Jon's wrath) but the majority of their lyrics to me are abstracted. I could type a thesis on this, but I don't have the time. Maybe next time. Anyway, here's No Distance Left To Run - Blur

My mood?

Self explanatory. . .if you're me. . .