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: www.faileddayfestival.com

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?

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 www.Deepthoughts.info

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.

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.

(_8^)

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. . .