So. . .its 4:30 in the morning. I'm tired. And I don't really have anything to "say" per se. I mean I always have something to say, I just have anything to "say". You see the title of this blog contains idea of "Deep Thoughts", Granted the "Other Assorted Candies" part is there, but really, that's just my attempt at being funny. Which, since this is what, year six? seven? is actually kind of an old joke. Like Tony Bennet. BING!
Seriously though, at this point we've all seen We Are The World 25, (in honor of Haiti) and have probably thought, why is Tony Bennett involved in a song that includes, Rihanna, Pink, Akon (which by the way, is short for A Convict) T-Payne, and Little (Lil?) Wayne. Why is Tony Bennett even involved in this masterpiece? And how can that many people singing about Haiti even make a dent with Tony Bennett involved? That guy is pretty much a hazard to the idea of music.
Do I hate Tony Bennett? Of course not! That lounging son of a gun is pretty much the only reason I wake up every morning. See what I did there? (Another old joke. I'm on fire today)
On another note, I'm typing up an updated resume, and I hate to admit it, but it reads like a how to guide to failure through dropping out of college. One of my favorite job interview questions is "So, did you just start school late?" To which I say, "Uh, no, actually I went through an unfortunate drop-out phase." Which I follow up with, "during which I learned more about myself, who I am, and what I want. I worked hard, physical jobs, and while I don't oppose hard work, I have found that my mind will ultimately serve me longer than my body can." See? Prepared. Until someone asks me something other than that one question. (Interviewer: So your name is Javann? Me: Uh. . .I guess. . .is that what I wrote?)
Okay, that's enough rambling for today. Oh AND Star Trek is an awesome movie, but seeing Spock run with those bangs flopping in the wind, PRICELESS."
No, seriously, this is it.
Stop reading.
Go outside and do something with your. . .okay, you know? Keep reading.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Retroblog:
Thursday Jan. 20, 2005
So the running theme is Javann tells stories that make him seem to be a bad person, or at least give some type of enjoyment to the people who come to this site. So what should I tell now?
So here's a story.
I'd set this up, but its much easier to just go into the long and short of it. Here's the scene: my car's in a field, its dark, I can't see my hand in front of my face, and my driver's side front tire is busted. There is no cell phone, and civilization might as well not exist, because I can't see it. Maybe because it was dark? Who knows? The truth of the matter is that I was in a bad fix. Did I mention its 11:00 or so? No? I just did. But I'm Javann. Javann Jones. Man of action and adventure, and this tire has no power to stop me from driving my car. So my first inclination is to get out of the field. I crank my car and it starts and away I go! Right into the curb. And I'm stuck. Then it hits me, to pop a curb you need air in your tires. And my driver's side tire just barely failes to meet that requirement. That's what four years of collegiate education will do for you. As I literally wished death upon myself for my stupidity, I decided I might as well break out the jack and lug wrench and try to make the most of my predicament.
That's when I notice, its cold. Not a problem. I have a jacket. A leather jacket. I'd hate to get that jacket ripped, and my shirt too, so I pull both off and continue in my T-shirt. Sure its cold, but this experience will only be worse if I damage my jacket, or my shirt. At least that's my thought at the moment. I can't even wear that stupid shirt anymore. As I fish around my trunk, throwing books and notebooks aside, I come to a horrid realization. I don't have a lug wrench. I threw my jack aside and dove into my trunk with full fledged passion, because my lug wrench HAS to be in that trunk. This night can not get worse, because if it does, I may have to kill small animals for food. And we all know that won't go over too big with PETA. And I'm all about making PETA happy. Still no lugwrench. I look down the road and I see exactly what I see behind me. Road. Great. I grab my jacket, lock my doors and I start walking.
As I walk, I wonder which is more likely to happen. Me going into someone's house at 11:30 at night, or me getting a lug wrench from someone. One is asking to come inside someone's domicile as a potential robber, the other is me asking for a blunt instrument to beat them down as a lazy mugger or murderer. I go with the lug wrench because if I decide to keep it, its only theft, as opposed to getting shot for attempting theft. I see houses. I start knocking.
The first house, the second house, and the third there was no response. The fourth house had a window next to the door. And there she was. The lady of the house sitting at the ill-placed computer playing solitaire. Her addiction to playing cards solo was her undoing, because as soon as I knocked, I saw her look dead at me. Oh that's right, I'm huge, black, and at your door, and I KNOW you're here. You can't just shrug it off and hope I leave. We just saw each other, you have to deal with me. She comes to the door as if I were a ravenous wolf, and she was a sheep whose sole protection lay in keeping the door as in between me and her as possible.
"Uh, do you want something?" No, I always walk up to people's doors at eleven at night for no reason. Do I look that dumb? No wait, do you look that dumb? Actually yes. Yes you do.
"I had a bit of car problem, and I'm in need of a lug wrench. Do you have one I can borrow?" Note I said BORROW.
She goes and gets her husband who comes downstairs in his robe. With his hand in his pocket. Oddly enough, he never took his hand out of that pocket. Think he had a gun? I did. That's why I moved as slowly as possible. Sudden movement might have gotten me shot. You'd think that was my only close contact with a gun that night, right?
Wrong. I get back to my car with the loaned lug wrench in hand and start jacking my car up. Do me a favor. Go to your car. Look at your jack. Notice that long screw? Imagine turning that thing till the jack was raised more than three inches of the ground. Now you understand my pain.
My pain didn't last long, since a cop pulled up to serve and protect. At least to protect. And by protect, I mean himself because the first thing he did was pull his gun. Excellent. I'm going to get shot for wielding a dangerous. . .lug wrench. Well, not tonight because I dropped it.
The next bit is pretty self explanatory. This is getting long, so I'll wrap it up. First I had to kneel on the pavement with my hands behind my back. Then I got cuffed. Spent thirty minutes in the back of the cop car. Which by the way, isn't designed to hold someone comfortably. I guess if you're a perp, you should be comfortable, but it'd be nice if I'd not been in a plastic chinese body trap. There was also country music. Thirty minutes of it. My body was in discomfort and my ears were in worse shape. I hate this state.
Turns out I scared somebody, pretty badly. And they called the cops. The rest is pretty much history. I made it home. I got lectured for being irresponsible. I went to bed thinking how much that night would forever be the worse night of my life. Thus far its held its place in my memory as the worse night of my life. I'm sure somewhere there's something out there hoping to dethrone it.
Thursday Jan. 20, 2005
So the running theme is Javann tells stories that make him seem to be a bad person, or at least give some type of enjoyment to the people who come to this site. So what should I tell now?
So here's a story.
I'd set this up, but its much easier to just go into the long and short of it. Here's the scene: my car's in a field, its dark, I can't see my hand in front of my face, and my driver's side front tire is busted. There is no cell phone, and civilization might as well not exist, because I can't see it. Maybe because it was dark? Who knows? The truth of the matter is that I was in a bad fix. Did I mention its 11:00 or so? No? I just did. But I'm Javann. Javann Jones. Man of action and adventure, and this tire has no power to stop me from driving my car. So my first inclination is to get out of the field. I crank my car and it starts and away I go! Right into the curb. And I'm stuck. Then it hits me, to pop a curb you need air in your tires. And my driver's side tire just barely failes to meet that requirement. That's what four years of collegiate education will do for you. As I literally wished death upon myself for my stupidity, I decided I might as well break out the jack and lug wrench and try to make the most of my predicament.
That's when I notice, its cold. Not a problem. I have a jacket. A leather jacket. I'd hate to get that jacket ripped, and my shirt too, so I pull both off and continue in my T-shirt. Sure its cold, but this experience will only be worse if I damage my jacket, or my shirt. At least that's my thought at the moment. I can't even wear that stupid shirt anymore. As I fish around my trunk, throwing books and notebooks aside, I come to a horrid realization. I don't have a lug wrench. I threw my jack aside and dove into my trunk with full fledged passion, because my lug wrench HAS to be in that trunk. This night can not get worse, because if it does, I may have to kill small animals for food. And we all know that won't go over too big with PETA. And I'm all about making PETA happy. Still no lugwrench. I look down the road and I see exactly what I see behind me. Road. Great. I grab my jacket, lock my doors and I start walking.
As I walk, I wonder which is more likely to happen. Me going into someone's house at 11:30 at night, or me getting a lug wrench from someone. One is asking to come inside someone's domicile as a potential robber, the other is me asking for a blunt instrument to beat them down as a lazy mugger or murderer. I go with the lug wrench because if I decide to keep it, its only theft, as opposed to getting shot for attempting theft. I see houses. I start knocking.
The first house, the second house, and the third there was no response. The fourth house had a window next to the door. And there she was. The lady of the house sitting at the ill-placed computer playing solitaire. Her addiction to playing cards solo was her undoing, because as soon as I knocked, I saw her look dead at me. Oh that's right, I'm huge, black, and at your door, and I KNOW you're here. You can't just shrug it off and hope I leave. We just saw each other, you have to deal with me. She comes to the door as if I were a ravenous wolf, and she was a sheep whose sole protection lay in keeping the door as in between me and her as possible.
"Uh, do you want something?" No, I always walk up to people's doors at eleven at night for no reason. Do I look that dumb? No wait, do you look that dumb? Actually yes. Yes you do.
"I had a bit of car problem, and I'm in need of a lug wrench. Do you have one I can borrow?" Note I said BORROW.
She goes and gets her husband who comes downstairs in his robe. With his hand in his pocket. Oddly enough, he never took his hand out of that pocket. Think he had a gun? I did. That's why I moved as slowly as possible. Sudden movement might have gotten me shot. You'd think that was my only close contact with a gun that night, right?
Wrong. I get back to my car with the loaned lug wrench in hand and start jacking my car up. Do me a favor. Go to your car. Look at your jack. Notice that long screw? Imagine turning that thing till the jack was raised more than three inches of the ground. Now you understand my pain.
My pain didn't last long, since a cop pulled up to serve and protect. At least to protect. And by protect, I mean himself because the first thing he did was pull his gun. Excellent. I'm going to get shot for wielding a dangerous. . .lug wrench. Well, not tonight because I dropped it.
The next bit is pretty self explanatory. This is getting long, so I'll wrap it up. First I had to kneel on the pavement with my hands behind my back. Then I got cuffed. Spent thirty minutes in the back of the cop car. Which by the way, isn't designed to hold someone comfortably. I guess if you're a perp, you should be comfortable, but it'd be nice if I'd not been in a plastic chinese body trap. There was also country music. Thirty minutes of it. My body was in discomfort and my ears were in worse shape. I hate this state.
Turns out I scared somebody, pretty badly. And they called the cops. The rest is pretty much history. I made it home. I got lectured for being irresponsible. I went to bed thinking how much that night would forever be the worse night of my life. Thus far its held its place in my memory as the worse night of my life. I'm sure somewhere there's something out there hoping to dethrone it.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
So do you want to know me? Sure ya do! So here's a Jung Myers-Briggs. I think it has changed with time, partially because I'm really starting to know me way better than I did when I was younger. I used to get ENFP. Now I'm at ESTJ. . .or ENTP. . .go figure.
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Now you know. =)
| ESTJ - "Administrator". Much in touch with the external environment. Very responsible. Pillar of strength. 8.7% of total population. |
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
And as usual I come back to my blog when I've nothing better to do. . .or think. . .or whatever. Honestly, I have to admit while I do enjoy Twitter, nothing fills my need for calm self reflection like blogging. (smirk) Yeah I'm being sarcastic. Anyway, as per usual, its time for the introspective end of the year questionaire. Where I basically encapsulate my year into about 2 pages of thoughts. In Q&A form no less! (see my exclamation point? That's me trying to get you pumped up about this. Its not working is it?) For those who aren't regulars, this is something I do every year before the end of the month of January (though we are seriously pushing it this year aren't we?) and the parenthetical statements are sometimes in the third person. Because. . .well. . .because I write them that way. (bombshell) Anyway here we go:
1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?
Realize that being a college drop out was a horrible life decision.
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Sorry, I don't resolve anything much less during new years.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Uh, yeah, Wendy Olmeda-Brazelton. Now if she googles her name, (like everyone else does) she'll see where this mention happened. Yay. Wait that wasn't supposed to be sarcastic. My bad.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes. And like all death, it hurt to say goodbye.
5. What countries did you visit?
America! Yay!
6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
A college degree. A better job. And a healthy adult relationship with someone who doesn't leave me scarred or try to "shape" me into what they want. . .sorry just a little of a rant there.
7. What date(s) from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Uh August 11, 2009. Cause that's when I lost my dropout status and went back to college. . .yeah it really was that big a deal to me. Speaking of which. . .
8. What were your biggest achievements of the year?
Eeally? You don't know already?
9. What was your biggest failure?
I have a fear of rejection. And that fear has cause me to avoid taking risks. Giving in to that fear has been my greatest failure.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nothing major, but thanks for asking.
11. What were the best things you bought?
Uh, clothes. OH and an exhause manifold.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Any friends that I still have that put up with me and all that's entailed with that.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
No one's. High five.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Car repair. Thanks American engineers. You really did it this time.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Going back to. . .okay I think we all get it.
16. What song will always remind you of 2009?
Uh. . .Try It Again - The Hives because I listened to that album (The Black and White Album) almost every morning on the way to class and normally about the time I would be searching for parking that song would come on.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
(a) happier or sadder? Happier. A little more stressed.
(b) thinner or fatter? Thinner (way thinner)
(c) richer or poorer? richer. In experience. WHich I hope counts for something.
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Saving. I know it sounds old, but dude if I'd just saved more money. . .
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Work.
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Somewhere dark quiet, and thankfully non-festive
22. Did you fall in love in 2009?
Ha ha ha no. But guess what? There's always next year. Wokka wokka wokka!
23. How many one-night stands?
I've got this nice plastic rubber maid storage drawer set that I keep next to my bed, had a five inch television on it, so I guess you can call it a night stand. And it is a singular.
24. What was your favorite TV program?
I just fell in love with the Office, and finally watched every episode of every season on Netflix. I knew about it, and knew it was funny, but had no idea how funny it really was.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
My list of abhorrance is only comparable to my list of mistakes.
26. What was the best book you read?
Comedy Writing Secrets - good stuff
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
The Hives. Much like the Office I fell in love with thema again
28. What did you want and get?
A new chance at a collegiate career (surely you saw this coming)
29. What did you want and not get?
Completion.
30. What was your favorite film of this year?
Zombieland. Hilariously well done.
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I got older.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Learning more. About anything.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?
Super hardcore preppy. I rocked argyles for the first time since. . .ever.
34. What kept you sane?
Who said I was sane?
35. Which celebrity figure did you fancy the most?
Kerry Washington. Rosario Dawson.
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Blah.
37. Who did you miss?
Uh. . .um. . .I don't think I missed anyone.
38. Who was the best new person you met?
This one goes to Mike. Cool guy. Maybe this time next year, I'll hate his guts, who knows?
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009?
Get up, get out, and do something with yourself.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Here is to you honey
But I'm out of your league
Never gonna pass me
'Cause I'm out of your league, your league, your league
Lookie here baby
You're coming my way
But I move like a landslide
So get out of my way and stay away
Up from the floor on the count of ten
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
All right!
Time to learn a lesson
Like Pavlov's dog
If same-ing isn't working
Why don't you different instead, instead, instead
Like Samson and Delilah
Attila and the Huns
You're ready for a new round
Don't it look like it's gonna be fun, be fun
Up from the floor on the count of ten
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
They say the defenition of madness is doing the
same thing and expecting a different result...
That's right!
Doo wacko! Up and down
Doo wacko! Down and up
Doo wacko! Round for round
Doo wacko! Hit the ground
Doo wacko! Up and down
Doo wacko! Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
Down and up
Doo wacko! Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
Round for round
Doo wacko! Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
Hit the ground
Doo wacko!
Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?
Realize that being a college drop out was a horrible life decision.
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Sorry, I don't resolve anything much less during new years.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Uh, yeah, Wendy Olmeda-Brazelton. Now if she googles her name, (like everyone else does) she'll see where this mention happened. Yay. Wait that wasn't supposed to be sarcastic. My bad.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes. And like all death, it hurt to say goodbye.
5. What countries did you visit?
America! Yay!
6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
A college degree. A better job. And a healthy adult relationship with someone who doesn't leave me scarred or try to "shape" me into what they want. . .sorry just a little of a rant there.
7. What date(s) from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Uh August 11, 2009. Cause that's when I lost my dropout status and went back to college. . .yeah it really was that big a deal to me. Speaking of which. . .
8. What were your biggest achievements of the year?
Eeally? You don't know already?
9. What was your biggest failure?
I have a fear of rejection. And that fear has cause me to avoid taking risks. Giving in to that fear has been my greatest failure.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nothing major, but thanks for asking.
11. What were the best things you bought?
Uh, clothes. OH and an exhause manifold.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Any friends that I still have that put up with me and all that's entailed with that.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
No one's. High five.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Car repair. Thanks American engineers. You really did it this time.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Going back to. . .okay I think we all get it.
16. What song will always remind you of 2009?
Uh. . .Try It Again - The Hives because I listened to that album (The Black and White Album) almost every morning on the way to class and normally about the time I would be searching for parking that song would come on.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
(a) happier or sadder? Happier. A little more stressed.
(b) thinner or fatter? Thinner (way thinner)
(c) richer or poorer? richer. In experience. WHich I hope counts for something.
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Saving. I know it sounds old, but dude if I'd just saved more money. . .
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Work.
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Somewhere dark quiet, and thankfully non-festive
22. Did you fall in love in 2009?
Ha ha ha no. But guess what? There's always next year. Wokka wokka wokka!
23. How many one-night stands?
I've got this nice plastic rubber maid storage drawer set that I keep next to my bed, had a five inch television on it, so I guess you can call it a night stand. And it is a singular.
24. What was your favorite TV program?
I just fell in love with the Office, and finally watched every episode of every season on Netflix. I knew about it, and knew it was funny, but had no idea how funny it really was.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
My list of abhorrance is only comparable to my list of mistakes.
26. What was the best book you read?
Comedy Writing Secrets - good stuff
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
The Hives. Much like the Office I fell in love with thema again
28. What did you want and get?
A new chance at a collegiate career (surely you saw this coming)
29. What did you want and not get?
Completion.
30. What was your favorite film of this year?
Zombieland. Hilariously well done.
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I got older.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Learning more. About anything.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?
Super hardcore preppy. I rocked argyles for the first time since. . .ever.
34. What kept you sane?
Who said I was sane?
35. Which celebrity figure did you fancy the most?
Kerry Washington. Rosario Dawson.
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Blah.
37. Who did you miss?
Uh. . .um. . .I don't think I missed anyone.
38. Who was the best new person you met?
This one goes to Mike. Cool guy. Maybe this time next year, I'll hate his guts, who knows?
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009?
Get up, get out, and do something with yourself.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Here is to you honey
But I'm out of your league
Never gonna pass me
'Cause I'm out of your league, your league, your league
Lookie here baby
You're coming my way
But I move like a landslide
So get out of my way and stay away
Up from the floor on the count of ten
Oh you get up, you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
All right!
Time to learn a lesson
Like Pavlov's dog
If same-ing isn't working
Why don't you different instead, instead, instead
Like Samson and Delilah
Attila and the Huns
You're ready for a new round
Don't it look like it's gonna be fun, be fun
Up from the floor on the count of ten
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Up and down and around again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
Oh you get up you get down and you try it again
They say the defenition of madness is doing the
same thing and expecting a different result...
That's right!
Doo wacko! Up and down
Doo wacko! Down and up
Doo wacko! Round for round
Doo wacko! Hit the ground
Doo wacko! Up and down
Doo wacko! Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
Down and up
Doo wacko! Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
Round for round
Doo wacko! Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
Hit the ground
Doo wacko!
Ah you get up you get down and you try it again
Sunday, November 29, 2009
There ain't no rest fot the wicked/money don't grow on trees/I got bills to pay/I got mouths to feed/ain't nothing in this world for free/you know, I can't slow down/I can't hold back/you know I wish I could/oh there ain't no rest for the wicked/until we close our eyes for good
I feel the constant tug of life. I feel as if I can't stop, because I haven't reached any of my goals. If my life is measured and defined by my goals, then what does that say about my life? Incompletion? Unsuccesful? Its almost enough to depress me. I keep telling myself that I'm only 27, but that "only" doesn't even remotely make a difference. Sigh. Maybe after I take a nap. . .
there ain't no rest for the wicked. . .
I feel the constant tug of life. I feel as if I can't stop, because I haven't reached any of my goals. If my life is measured and defined by my goals, then what does that say about my life? Incompletion? Unsuccesful? Its almost enough to depress me. I keep telling myself that I'm only 27, but that "only" doesn't even remotely make a difference. Sigh. Maybe after I take a nap. . .
there ain't no rest for the wicked. . .
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