Big Black Africa Speaks!

I'm not evil, just right

2007-03-03T00:51:35Z

<BR><B>You are <FONT SIZE=6>Magneto</FONT></B>
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<TD><HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=82></TD><TD> 82%</TD>
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<TD><HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=80></TD><TD> 80%</TD>
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<TD><HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=36></TD><TD> 36%</TD>
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<TD><HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=36></TD><TD> 36%</TD>
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<TD WIDTH="250">You fear the persecution of those that are different or underprivileged so much that you are willing to fight and hurt others for your cause.<BR>
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big_blackafrica @ 2006-03-23T20:38:00

2006-03-24T01:45:46Z

So earlier today I had this burning sensation while I was urinating. Not really, but I was sitting here typing out that I had a burning desire to write a blog, and I realized that I did not in fact have a "burning desire" at all. In fact now that I'm actually engaging in the act of typing it out I am again brought back to the recursive dilemma of "why the hell am I writing a blog in the first place?" I mean, I suppose that it allows people to communicate their every day thoughts and feelings to their friends in a way that’s more like reading someone’s diary or journal than having a conversation with them about themselves... But that’s where the illusion of false intimacy begins.

The difference between a diary/journal and a blog entry is that diaries are personal. People write things in their diaries that are never meant to be read by anyone but them, at least until they die, and by then (unless they die young) all the people that may be reading it are removed from the events by a generation or more. While the word journal implies a reduced level of intimacy than diary, it is still a personal log of thoughts and whatnot written for no one but the author. Blogs on the other hand are meant to be read. Even if you make them private and only available to your friends, they are still written with the conscious knowledge that they may (because lets be honest, who really reads every blog that every one of their friends posts) be read by anyone with internet access. Even if we remove the word "diary" from the equation entirely, the idea of a blog as an "online journal" is fallacious as well, because you're writing it for other people. Therefore, now that we've established that blogs are written with an audience in mind, I would like to assert that the blog is more like an autobiography in real time, as it happens.

Now that I'm this far along (man this sure is a pointless waste of time, but keep reading anyway) I guess I should make something like a point or this really will have been a colossal waste of time... brb, I’m gonna have a cigarette and think about that for a few minutes...

Ok, so how honest are people being in their blog entries? Biographies are notorious for only including the "interesting" or "exciting" things about a subject's life and filtered through the point of view of the biographer. The autobiography has the further impediment of the author's natural tendency to show positive self bias. In either case the biography is always written after the subject becomes someone that people might actually read a book about which means that everything is further diluted by memory, and this supposed wisdom that comes with age (I must not be old enough yet). Also, when the details of a person's life are discussed years later, they can be reflected upon more objectively, at least in theory. When a person writes a blog about being "dumped" or that "awesome party" everything is fresh. The event in question just happened, or in many cases, is still going on. In the case of the "dumped" scenario, the blog writer not only has full knowledge that the person that dumped them easy access to their blog, but may expect them to read it. How does that affect the content of that person's blog? How might it affect the content of the other person's blog? Here’s a better question: in today's celebrity obsessed, "reality" TV america, do people even know how to be real anymore? There’s all this talk about "keeping it real" and "being real," but when was the last time you saw somebody talking about being real and fronting at the same time? I'm sure it was more recently than you'd like to admit. Hell, it might even have been me that was doing said fronting (yes I know its frontin' but I just can't type that and word puts a red line under it)

So what the hell is a blog? Why the hell would I have a burning desire to write one? Why the hell would anyone read it?

Now I know that this is just a rehash of one of my first livejournal posts, but if I hadn't just pointed that out, no one but me would have remembered. In fact there's a strong likelihood that there's only one person who might read this blog that read that one.

But I digress and should now get back on topic. This was of course, before the rambling tangential nonsense, my burning desire to write a blog. I don't even remember what I had a burning desire to write about when I felt said burning. It was probably some personal revelation about the nature of reality that has been forever lost to the cavernous blackness of my drug addled brain. I don't even know why I had a burning desire to blog about it, other than that I’ve been feeling like I need to get back into the habit of writing every day and that blogging is a way to do that and maybe even get feedback from time to time.

I'm smoking again, while I debate whether I should post this nonsense, or just save it as a writing exercise.

You will never get this time back.

big_blackafrica @ 2005-10-31T07:18:00

2005-10-31T12:20:22Z

I'm going to nashville in a few hours to see Nine Inch Nails. I need to sleep but I can't... I took a personality test instead

Your #1 Match: INFP

The Idealist

You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

Your #2 Match: ENFP

The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!

You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.

Your #3 Match: INFJ

The Protector

You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.
Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.
You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.
You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.

You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.

What's Your Personality Type?

Today is still crappy

2005-09-23T02:18:07Z

Today just keeps getting better. Now my car is spewing coolant all over the engine block, in addition to all of the wonderful occurrences of the past 24 hours. I have the money to get it fixed, but I really wanted to spend that on a laptop... oh well, the kind of money I'm making at woody's I'll be able to buy one eventually. It just won't be as soon as I would have liked. And at least the initial shock of loosing my dog, and my playstation has passed and I'm feeling more at peace.

Namaste

it just keeps getting better

2005-09-22T11:51:28Z

Icing on the cake of this horrible fucking day... now my fucking playstation is broken, and of course the replacement plan that I bought has expired. I should have gone to bed hours ago.

big_blackafrica @ 2005-09-22T02:20:00

2005-09-22T06:44:37Z

I've had a pretty bad day. I could rant about it for several paragraphs, but I don't think that it would help. I'll just say that things are strained with the ex and we may not ever speak again. Anybody know of any puppies that need a home? I am a dog owner in need of a dog. I don't feel like typing anymore, so I'll just copy and paste this:

1. Your full name?
James T (you have to be very special to learn what the T stands for)
2. Grandparent's first names?
William and Jeanette on my Mom’s side; Stenson and Minnie Alta on my Dad’s
3. What songs do you sing in the shower?
Whatever songs come into my head, often lately they have been Obscure Pop-Culture Reference songs, but they can be anything
4. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
My Greatest fear of what would get me (then and now for that matter) was sharks… that or demonic possession. I saw both Jaws and The Exorcist way too young.
5. When and why did you last vomit?
Pretty sure it was at Technosaurus 2, because of Ecstasy that had Heroin in it.
6. What's in your pockets right now?
Jesus… Wallet, Keys, Cigarettes, Lighter, Wine Key (you never know when you might need to open a bottle of wine) Medicine Bag, Altoids, Paycheck I need to deposit, 2 different herbal tinctures, Gum, a bag for picking up dog poop, an invitation to a wedding that I didn’t go to, Trash, and about 20 camel bucks cuz I haven’t seen Kathe since Rima left.
7. What color are your bedroom walls?
Plain boring white
8. Last thing that made you laugh?
Spooky leaving her parents a note from their fish
9. Nicknames your parents call you?
I don’t know if my parents have any nicknames for me… They usually just call me James
10. Best bed sheets you had as a child?
I don’t remember having any particularly cool sheets. I did have a really great peanuts pillow case though
11. Favorite childhood pet?
My cat Cindy who was named after another cat who was named after a girl I had a crush on in the 2^nd grade. She (the Cindy in question) was born in my bed while I was sleeping, I guess because her mother Guinevere thought that was the safest place to have her kittens… I’ve always had a special relationship with animals
12. Any pets now?
I used to have a dog that I shared custody of with my ex-girlfriend, but she doesn’t think we need to have any interaction anymore so I don’t get to see him anymore. I’m not sure how that’s gonna work with our mutual friends.
13. Others describe your ass as?
It’s not often discussed, but when it is it is said to be nice for a man’s ass. I’ve been told I have a “girl butt.”
14. Do you like your teeth?
They’re alright, they could be whiter and I’m not keen on the mercury fillings, but they’re fairly straight and I have a nice smile.
15. Inny or an outty?
Inny
16. Things you shout to stupid drivers?
I usually call them fucktards, fuckheads, or something else that includes the word fuck.

Oh and just to claim credit where credit is due: I am the originator of “sorry about your penis,” well, I stole it from the closing credits of Orgazmo, but I’m the reason everyone in Louisville says it now.
17. Favorite bathroom?
I’m fairly partial to the bathroom at the apartment I shared with my ex. It was separated into a small (actually a little too small) toilet room and a separate bathing room with the tub and sink and all that jazz. It made it really easy to use the bathroom while someone else was bathing or whatnot. Of course, it also made it easy to forget that someone was in the shower and flush the toilet ;O)
18. Bake or broil?
You can’t really do much broiling in a gas oven but if you’re cooking a steak w/o a grill nothing beats broiling. Most other things can be baked.
19. Black olives or green olives?
Olives are like women; I love them no matter what color they are and am fairly attached to tasting them ;O)
20. What kind of phone do you own?
A crappy Samsung camera phone that turns itself off in my pocket all the time.
21. What's one of the strangest things you ever chewed on?
I don’t know, when I was in elementary school I used to chew on the collars of my collared shirts. I also like to chew on that weird rubbery glue that comes on boxes and stuff.
22. Is your music kept in a particular order?
Yes, Alphabetically by artist and then chronologically by year of release.
23. Where do you get your film developed?
I can’t remember the last time I had film developed, I’ve probably got 6-10 rolls of film that I’ve had since like 1999
24. If your skin could be any color of the rainbow, what would you choose?
I don’t know. I’m partial to blue, but if it were blue then I wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing blue clothes. Probably either black (as in the absence of color) or red.
25. Where did you go to pre-school?
Some church in crescent hill, I don’t really remember.
26. Strangest drug experience?
I won’t say it was necessarily strange, but I had a really bad trip at a 3 day outdoor rave ironically called “Real Family” where everyone but me was cracked out on meth and acting sketchy.
27. Favorite weather?
Fall, when it’s not too cold (50-60 degrees) and the leaves have turned and started to fall from the trees. That or a bitchen thunderstorm with wind and lightning and all that jazz.
28. Describe your fingernails?
I stopped biting my nails a little over a year ago, since then they’ve been trimmed and I try to keep them clean. Actually I need to clip them right now.
29. Last time you went to the hospital?
A few months ago my grandmother passed out and had to go to the emergency room, where it was discovered that she passed out because she had forgotten to eat anything ALL DAY.
30. Worst injury you've ever had?
A boxing fracture in my left hand (I’m left handed) For those of you who don’t know what a boxing fracture is, it’s when you break the bone in your hand that runs from your pinky knuckle to your wrist. I got it from hitting a metal door instead of the person I was mad at.
31. how do you like your chocolate?
With nuts and or raisins; nuts only if it’s dark, both if its milk, dark is better than milk.
32. Favorite kind of tape?
Duck tape.
33. Favorite thing to write or draw with?
Mechanical Pencil
34. Last movie you rented?
Comic Book: The Movie.
35. Last movie you went to see?
The Brothers Grimm
36. Were you a thumb sucker?
Yes. My father likes to take credit for me being left handed by saying that he used to take my right thumb out of my mouth and replace it with the left one. I haven’t bothered to explain to him that it doesn’t work that way.
37. How old are you?
Technically 31, but probably more like 19
38. What are your dreams like?
Until I quit smoking weed, I didn’t have dreams. Now that I have quit smoking weed they are weird and very cinematic. Too many of them involve kissing my ex-girlfriend.
39. What are your hallucinations like?
I usually see things moving out of the corner of my eye. When I’m on hallucinogens they are typical hallucinogen fair: tracers, swirling patterns in hard wood, melting faces.
40. Worst hotel you've ever been in?
One of those crappy no star cheap motels, I don’t remember the name, but those places suck the fat one.
41. Best vacation?
I don’t know what my “best” vacation was, but I had a really great time when I went to Columbus over 4^th of July weekend.
42. What languages can you speak?
English, I can count to 10 in Spanish and German, I know random phrases in Spanish, German, and French.
43. Favorite house?
The 6^th street geek commune that was lost to tragedy. Either that or when I lived with Sarah, Sean, and Kelly; the apartment wasn’t all that great, but the company was.
44. Favorite mode of transportation?
My Bicycle is the shit. I love to drive as well though.
45. Favorite place to swim?
I don’t know, the ocean is the best place to swim, but because I have an irrational fear of sharks I prefer something tropical where the water is clear and I can see.
46. Last porno you saw?
Something random from the internet, involving girls with big asses (I’m an ass man)
47. Last song you listened to?
I’m currently listening to Lover, You Shouldn’t Have Come Over by Jeff Buckley, before that itunes had randomly jumped to Seven by Prince.
48. Favorite kitchen utensil?
Nothing says “I love you” like a spatula from Spatula City
49. Favorite driving songs?
Whatever I’m listening to at the moment, old standbys are Tool, Bjork, Hip Hop and Radiohead.
50. What will you be doing tomorrow?
Depositing that paycheck in my pocket, paying my car/renters insurance, visiting my grandmother, going to class, visiting Sarah at work, maybe hanging out with Julia, probably playing City of Heroes at some point.

Someone put me out of my misery

2005-09-14T02:34:23Z

I'm wasting away... Maybe I have consumption... that's a disease you don't hear about anymore.

finally, a reason not to be glad I'm single

2005-09-13T01:45:57Z

I am sick. Not just sick, but fucking SICK. This is one moment when I am actually missing all the headaches of being in a relationship. Well, not the headaches (I've got one of those as I type actually) but the coddling and babying that one often gets from their girl/boyfriend when sick. The tea and soup made for me and brought to me wherever I happen to be convalescing (usually the bed or the couch in front of the TV). The kind words, the questions of "is there anything else you need?" I actually miss that part of not being single. I want a nurse damnit.

where were you when the towers fell?

2005-09-11T10:42:33Z

So it's 9/11 again and good old GW is giving speeches about how 4 years ago the nation united in the face of tragedy. However there are several differences between the terrorist attacks of 2001 and the Hurricane disaster of 2005.

Chief among them is the fact that the blame for the devastation of New Orleans can’t be placed on some evil outsider religious zealots. Now some (mostly republicans and other Bush supporters) would say that the disaster that struck New Orleans is to be blamed on good old Mother Nature, the problem with that is that while nature did cause the storm the fact that the city was inadequately protected from flood lies solely on the doorstep of the state and national government. The United States Government, not the Taliban, not the French, not even the gays or those unpatriotic Americans that aren’t “good x-ians.”

The blame for the degree of destruction the city has sustained can and should be placed where it belongs. On the administration that was more interested in helping out its corporate friends with a new energy bill and no bid contracts. The administration that was more interested in giving tax cuts to the rich. The administration that was more interested in starting a war with a sovereign nation for… what was the reason again, preemptive strike to prevent the use of WMDs, links to the afore mentioned terrorist attacks, spreading democracy, the overthrow of an “evil” dictator? Whichever reason you choose is irrelevant, what is relevant is that the Bush administration cut flood prevention funding by roughly 44% to fund their little war. A war that has plunged the nation into a record deficit where there was NONE before the 2000 election.

It is estimated that it would have cost 14.4 billion dollars to maintain the levees and pumping stations in and around New Orleans. Congress has thus far approved just over 68 billion dollars in disaster relief funds. That’s a difference of over 50 billion dollars that could have been saved if the government had actually been interested in preventing the loss of American life on American soil. Which is, ironically enough, the original reason they sent young men and women (most of them lower class, and many of them national guard who are supposed to be HERE when disaster strikes) halfway around the world to invade and conquer another country without a clear exit strategy.

Environmental studies are still being done in the wake of the tragedy, but it is already being suggested that New Orleans could be declared a toxic waste area. Estimates of how long it will take to clean up the area range from months to years. Thousands of people have lost everything but their actual lives and are now homeless. Gas prices are at a record high and will continue to go up. Heating oil costs are estimated to increase by 31% for the coming winter and Natural Gas prices may increase by as much as an astounding 71%. Oh and btw, hurricane season is still going on and not due to end until November 30^th so there is NO guarantee that there won’t be more damage to the area in the next two months.

I wonder what Mardi Gras will be like next year?

Think about that while you sit in your dry house above sea level and good ol’ GW gives his speeches about the nation uniting in the face of tragedy.

I will be.

It might just keep me from dwelling on the fact that today would have been my four year anniversary. Damn stupid dreams about kissing.

where the hell have I been all this time???

2005-09-11T09:15:12Z

After a long hiatus from LJ, I have decided to post this pointless survey.

Name: The Glorious and Powerful Lord James, Earl of Big Black Africa.
Birthday: 2/14 the worst day of the year.
Birthplace: Big Black Africatown, aka Louisville, Kentucky.
Current Location: Louisville, at my computer answering this questionnaire and listening to iTunes on random.
Eye Color: Dark Brown.
Hair Color: Black w/ 2 grey ones on my Balls ;O)
Height: 6'3"
Right Handed or Left Handed: I’m sinister
Your Heritage: Anglo/Afro/Scots/Irish/Dutch/German/Cherokee/Chickasaw/Choctaw
The Shoes You Wore Today: The same black leather hard toe 4-eye Lugz I always wear
Your Weakness: Good Scotch, Guinness, Shiraz and Chronic Bud
Your Fears: Living a lie, dying alone, that love really IS just a social construct.
Your Perfect Pizza: thin crust, real mozzarella, everything but the kitchen sink
Goal You Would like to Achieve This Year: Letting go and moving on
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: wasup ninja?
Thoughts First Waking Up: I hope my roommate isn’t in the bathroom
Your Best Physical Feature: I don’t know, my eyes?
Your Bedtime: 5:30-7:30 am
Your Most Missed Memory: This is a stupid question, but I wish I had more detailed memories of the good times from 2002-2003
Pepsi or Coke: Neither, both are the product of evil mega-corporations that poison the water in 3^rd world countries and poison the bodies of the people that drink them.
McDonalds or Burger King: See Above
Single or Group Dates: single. Group dates can be fun, but not all the time.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: again with the Coke v. Pepsi choice between 2 evils.
Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee: tea
Do you Smoke: constantly
Do you Swear: always
Do you Sing: yes, beautifully I’m told
Do you Shower Daily: Not since 1999 or so
Have you Been in Love: yes, that’s why I’m all fucked up now
Do you want to go to College: I am in college right now
Do you want to get Married: no, I don’t want her to be able to take MY shit when she leaves
Do you believe in yourself: YES
Do you get Motion Sickness: nope
Do you think you are Attractive: yeah. I think I could look better, but we all see our own flaws more than others do, I get a nice ego boost every time I go to work
Are you a Health Freak: yes
Do you get along with your Parents: mom = yes, Dad = not so much
Do you like Thunderstorms: yes, I love to stare out the window and listen to the thunder, I sleep like a baby when it rains
Do you play an Instrument: I sing and I’m taking piano lessons, but I wouldn’t say I play piano yet.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: I work in a bar. I drink alcohol almost every day, especially since I’ve taken a break from weed.
In the past month have you Smoked: Only every day of the past month, and the month before that and….
In the past month have you been on Drugs: heh, if I’d done this in June the answer would be emphatically YES, but since June 28^th, no
In the past month have you gone on a Date: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, the only women I have any interest in dating are: 1. seeing someone 2. gay 3. far away or 4. too young. Sometimes several of the previously mentioned factors apply in any combination.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: I haven’t gone to the mall in the past year
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: nope, I’ve eaten the hell out of some Paul Newman’s organic gingerOs, but Oreos have partionally hydrogenated oils and high fructose syrup in them
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: I wish, but no
In the past month have you been on Stage: Yes. Well, there was no stage, but I was singing in front of an audience and it wasn’t Karaoke
In the past month have you been Dumped: nope, I’m still getting over the one from last year
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no, I did in July though
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: only the hearts of the patrons of the bar where I work
Ever been Drunk: Last night
Ever been called a Tease: yes
Ever been Beaten up: yes
Ever Shoplifted: yes
How do you want to Die: peacefully in my sleep
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: a kid
What country would you most like to Visit: Holland, Iceland, Scotland, Ireland. I can’t narrow it down more than that.

In a Boy/Girl…
Favourite Eye Color: umm, is pretty a color?
Favourite Hair Color: brown or black, I’m a brunette man, but I’m not really that picky, hair of all colors can be beautiful… except Paris Hilton bleach blond, oh and that crappy style that’s all the rage right now where it’s dark on the bottom and bleached on top… that is SOOOOOOO retarded looking.
Short or Long Hair: short…
Height: short here too, but really tall women can be hot as well.
Weight: not too skinny, I like women with some meat on them, when I look at really skinny women the only F word that comes to mind is FOOD
Best Clothing Style: whatever she’s comfortable in… but not goth, mostly because those people have more than the standard number of issues, and if she’s all high fashion and into current styles then she’s WAY too caught up in the wrong things for me.

Number of Drugs I have taken: hmm, I’ll have to think on this one… 10ish
Number of CDs I own: somewhere in the neighborhood of 1k, I like music
Number of Piercings: 1
Number of Tattoos: 1, but as soon as I get around to it, I’m getting 2 more at least.
Number of things in my Past I regret: regret is a waste of time; the only things I regret are the things I didn’t try, the chances I didn’t take, and the adventures I didn’t go on.

More to come, I’ve neglected this too long.

Those Mushrooms really are MAGIC

2005-05-17T01:22:37Z

I need to take Hallucinogens more often. I haven't had much sleep, but the mental health exercise was worth the lack of rest. I feel pretty damn good, renewed, refreshed, and ready to step into the next phase of my life with both feet.

I'm in love with Badly Drawn Boy's Hour of Bewilderbeast. This album is so good I can't stop listening to it. Except to listen to Neutral Milk Hotel's Aeroplane over the Sea with which I’m cheating on BDB. I recommend them both highly to anyone who likes good music. If you are unfamiliar with either band, come by the coffeehouse while I am working and you will likely get a sample of one or both.

Your Political Profile

Overall: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Personal Responsibility: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Fiscal Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Defense and Crime: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

How Liberal / Conservative Are You?

It's already 420 and it's been a great year so far

2005-04-21T06:54:37Z

Your Linguistic Profile:

65% General American English

20% Yankee

10% Dixie

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

That's hard to read. It seems odd that I'm only 95% total, but I didn't answer one of the questions because neither of the options were appropriate. I don't know why I participate in this BS, I must be bored.

So I saw Faun Fables again last night and it was better than the first time. They are just two fucking talented people, they have so much fun on the stage that it's infectious. Dawn looked beautiful with newly black hair and her voice/words/music have such a powerful effect on me. Lucky Pineapple (local favorites for those of you who are like "what the fuck is Lucky Pineapple") was fucking great as well. They sounded good when I heard them last, but just keep getting better. Their drummer JC is really a good musician, and I'm not just saying that because I knew him before I ever heard the band. He beats the shit out of those skins and makes great faces.

The 21 year old girls are loosing their power over me. I think it's getting to where I've gone so long with out sex that I don't even care anymore. I still care a little, but less every day. Watching my roommate deal with girlfriend bullshit all the time is really helpful. I keep looking at her and saying to myself "I'm glad I don't have to deal with that bullshit anymore." I kinda miss sex, but as I said before, less and less every day.

Met with the new bass player today, she seems promising, it's exciting. Sent out a call for drummers on Mojo, got 1 reply, we'll give him an audition, if he works we'll have a whole band and can start playing more shows. There will be an EP soon either way.

I'll be so glad when the semester's over. I'm fucking sick of school. I should be finishing a paper, but I'm so sick of writing fucking gay ass papers about dumb shit that I don't fucking care about. School is suck bullshit. It's not about education any more, I don't know what it is but it feels like I'm going to high school again only I have to pay for it this time. I can't wait till I start making money off of music and movies.

how old do you think I am?

2005-04-13T22:35:09Z

You Are 19 Years Old

19

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

School is ok... work is ok... we need a drummer... I've been watching too much Carnivale, wait there's no such thing as too much Carnivale... nothing more to report.

big_blackafrica @ 2005-04-05T01:29:00

2005-04-05T05:31:09Z

The show was great. I can't wait to play another. Thats all I have to say.

I'm a joy to be around

2005-04-01T01:41:33Z

You Have A Type B+ Personality

B+

You're a pro at going with the flow
You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer
A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.

While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.
Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done
You're passionate - just selective about your passions

Do You Have a Type A Personality?

yeah, that sounds about right

big_blackafrica @ 2005-03-26T19:18:00

2005-03-27T00:37:34Z

Well, Louisville’s in the final four.

My taxes and FAFSA are done.

My band's first live performance (with an audience at least) is a mere week away.

I have been totally and completely FUCKING OFF in school all week. I think next year I'll just hang out on campus during spring break so I don't get out of the habit of going to class. Maybe I'll even use the time to work preemptively on the homework I will fail to do the following week.

I wish I wasn't so impatient. Then again it would be nice if I wasn't always waiting for something.

soon it will get hot outside

2005-03-18T20:45:45Z

I have been quit for 4 Months, 1 Week, 4 Days, 18 hours and 23 minutes (131 days). I have saved $349.17 by not smoking 2,635 cigarettes.

Arthur and I have been playing video games and engaging in random dorkiness for the past several days. I don't think we realized how much we missed each other until we got together. This sounds vaguely homoerotic, but I assure you our relationship is purely platonic. It sure has been nice to spend almost an entire week with one of my best friends. And next week I get to hangout with Sarah, spring break rules.

I think I'm starting to hate 21 year old girls... with their hot, young, nubile bodies covered in soft skin which smells and tastes vaguely sweet like a ripe plum... oh crap, got myself all worked up there. 5 years ago when I was 26 I did not have the same trouble with 16 year olds, but 21 year olds are adults (in theory at least) and have started to develop a taste for doing dirty things, and having dirty things done to them. So far it has been chilly outside and they've been mostly covered when they come in the coffeehouse. As the days warm this will change, and then they will really torment me. Of course the more skin I get the more material I'll have for the "spank bank." Jesus, they're turning me into a dirty old man, ok I've always been a dirty old man, but now it's actually possible for me to be considered old. Even if only in comparison to the objects of my lusting.

The band sounds better with every practice. We are going to rock you out of your pants. Prepare yourself to be naked from the waist down in the face of the mighty OP-CR.

today has been KER-AZY

2005-03-13T06:20:16Z

I have been quit for 4 Months, 6 Days, 2 hours and 55 minutes (126 days). I have saved $334.22 by not smoking 2,522 cigarettes.

So I realize now that I'm the only person that I know who has nothing better to do on a Saturday night than sit home and play video games and update my livejournal. I'm okay with that. There was a hardcore show at the coffeehouse tonight and to my pleasant surprise, it didn't suck. I don't remember the names of the bands except for My Finest Hour, who were the "headliner." They were decent and with the exception of the fact that it was, as always, too loud for the venue I enjoyed their show. It's a good thing that the show was too loud for the venue because just before My Finest Hour started their set, the fire alarm went off. And kept going off. And we (me and Jody) couldn't turn it off. And we couldn't get a hold of the manager or the owner or the technician who was supposed to service the thing. And the fire department came not once, not twice, but three times to the same false alarm. In the end we were able to contact the tech, who told Jody some things to try, which didn't fix the problem. They said they'd send someone out tomorrow. Meanwhile we were finally able to contact Ed, who ended up just pulling the thing off of the ceiling. Needless to say my evening at work was, eventful if nothing else.

When I got home I had the first conversation I've had with Kelly that didn't cause a surge of weird emotions. It was actually pretty cool and gives me hope about the possibility of us actually being able to salvage a friendship out of the wreckage of our failed relationship. We had a nice little chat about nothing in particular, mostly the dog, but it was ok and we were able to actually talk the way that we were right before we got back together.

Arthur is in town now. I haven't seen him yet, but he's here.

I have band practice tomorrow. I love singing. I can't wait till we play our first show.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, the real Jaymz is back. HIDE YOUR WOMEN

2005-03-10T18:24:10Z

I have been quit for 4 Months, 3 Days, 16 hours and 39 minutes (123 days). I have saved $327.78 by not smoking 2,473 cigarettes.

You are Kip Dynamite and you love technology.

Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

I still love technology... always and forever

So I had a really good talk with my friend Liz the other night, and I'm pleased to announce that I am pretty much over the girl. I know, I know "it's about time" your saying, all I can say is better late than never.

So here's a question for you intelligent people that call yourselves my friends: I recognize that "I want to stick my tounge all the way up your ass." is not the most likely to work pickup line in the world... but is it wrong to say that to a woman you already know? What if she's married? Discuss.

Man, spring is just around the corner and I am getting RANDY. I might loose control, then somebody's getting fucked.

In other news, spring break starts now for me (since I don't have class on fridays, you were right about the week btw Bo) and I am looking forward to playing lotsa CoH and hanging out with my friend Arthur who is coming in from California. Had an awesome band practice yesterday. I can't wait to unveil OP-CR to the world on April 2nd, if we are anywhere near as good as it feels when we practice then we will rock you. Almost time to go to work... better smoke that last bowl and take a book.

monkeyfucker

2005-03-08T22:27:26Z

Well let me start off by saying that anyone who missed the Atmosphere show on Sunday (3/6/05) really missed a great show. Two of the three opening acts were quite good. I didn't care for Greyskul, but P.O.S. had found his way onto my ever growing list of favorite MCs before the end of his set. The only reason I didn't buy his CD is because they didn't have any left. After Greyskul's mercifully short set the turntables were removed from the stage and replaced by a drummer, guitarist, (incredible) bassist, and keyboardist (don't care if that's not really a word) Now I know that HipHop started out with real bands playing real instruments, I also know that The Roots have always had a band, but I was still VERY impressed to see Slug backed by a band instead of a DJ. Not to say that I have anything against DJs (especailly the talented ones I've seen tour with atmosphere in the past), but it was nice to see one of my musical heroes get back to the roots of HipHop (and yes I guess that pun was intended ;O) The band was awesome, and brought an element to the stage show that further seperated it from just the same beats and flows that might be found on a CD. Of course Slug usually freestyles and changes the lyrics to his songs but this took it to another level. They played for almost 2 hours and at the end the band left the stage and Slug did an a capella freestyle that closed the show nicely. It was all Karl and I could talk about until we got to Steak n' Shake and started telling Ben how cool City of Heroes is.

I am writing this update at work and people keep coming in causing me to loose my train of thought. Actually I had to start over from scratch because the last person to come in and use the computer fucking logged out of windows causing me to loose all that I had typed thus far. The dumbass didn't even buy anything, she just came in to use the computer and claimed that she had "bought something earlier." Yeah right. I guess I shouldn't complain because if this computer wern't here I wouldn't be able to use it while I'm supposed to be working, but there is no shortage of people who want to come in and use it without buying anything. DAMNIT, now I'm all heated. I had my current mood set as content before that technically challenged woman messed it all up. I guess we'll see how I feel when I finish this entry what it becomes.

I'm getting more and more serious about my quest for a sugar momma. I really need to be able to spend the time I spend at work working on film and music. Ofcourse, if I did have a sugar momma I would probably just have more time to waste playing CoH. I'm tempted to cancel my account every couple of days when I realize that I could have written a song in the time I spent killing Freakshow, but killing Freakshow is just so much fun. And Spellfire just keeps getting more powerful as she advances in level, not to mention the friends I've made. There's something ego building about having people beg you to join their super group because you are just that damn good.

Well, Ed is here so I have to pretend to work now. More later

big_blackafrica @ 2005-03-05T18:37:00

2005-03-06T00:06:46Z

Yesterday was crazy people day at the coffeehouse. Even before Loose Goose and the Explosive Ovaries and Ultra Pulverize showed up there was a flood of nutters. They all wanted to talk to me... about crazy people stuff.

If you go to a coffeehouse and don't tip your barista, you deserve to have an unpleasnt experience with your coffee. I don't care if it burns you, or doesn't taste good, or gets cold b4 you're finished, but something bad needs to happen. Even if it's tossing the $0.41 you get back as change into the tip jar, that's better than nothing. $0.41 may not seem like much and in fact it isn't which is all the more reason you should drop it in the tip jar, you're not gonna miss it. Hell even $0.08 is better than nothing, it adds up and WE FUCKING LIVE OFF THAT SHIT. It's not exactly like making you a double non-fat latte is my idea of fun, but I take pride in my work and I make some kick ass foam so you betta recognize bitch.

I wish we were better at learning from each other's mistakes rather than having to make our own all the time. Then we could focus on making completely new mistakes instead of repeating old standards.

I'm feeling better than I was the other day (see my last real entry Sat 26 Feb) but I keep having these amazingly good days (where everything goes my way) and fucking awful days (where I want to kill somebody at random) and too few that are neither good nor bad but just days. It needs to stop being fucking cold, or worse being pretty and nice out for a few minutes and then turning fucking cold.

I'm still waiting for something miraculous to happen.

damn

2005-03-04T19:30:53Z

My friends have alot to write about. It's gonna take days for me to catch up. I'll know better than to go more than a day without checking lj again.

School is taking way too much of my time. I hardly have any time to play City of Heroes between all the homework, work work, band practice, and production meetings for 502 methods. I can't wait till April. Of course I've got to learn a bunch of songs and play a show between now and the end of school... I need a bigger plate

Warning: Crazy person, approach with caution.

2005-02-27T00:03:48Z

Yes it's been less than 24 hours since my last entry. Ok, it’s barely been 12, but I've got to get this out. I decided today that I'm going to stop pretending that I'm ok. I'm not, I'm all fucked up. I'm bored and bitter and jaded and disenfranchised. I want to run down the street and scream in people’s faces to fucking wake up and stop being drones. I want to break something. I feel like "Jack" from Fight Club. I suppose it’s only a matter of time before my own personal Tyler Durden comes out and starts fucking with stuff. Maybe I should start smoking again; everybody's doing it (except you Karl). Why should I care about my respiratory health when the end times are upon us and the destruction of the world will come in my lifetime? That Mayan Calendar is only 6 to 7 years from ending, and while I'm not one to believe most of that stuff literally... W is still in the white house and North Korea already has and Iran is very close to having nuclear capability. The U.S. is loosing friends everywhere. Iraq is nowhere near stable and is already a training ground for the next generation of terrorists. Not that I can blame the "insurgents." From their point of view they are freedom fighters striking back at an imperialist invader. You can call me un-patriotic for saying it, but they're right. Sure Sadam was a terrible dictator who needed to be removed from power. Sure they had their elections and are moving toward democracy. But how long are white men going to continue to get richer on the blood of the poor before things come to a head. I don't know about any one else but the tension in the air is palpable like never before. I've been saying since late 2002 that the U.S. was going to be the primary aggressor of World War 3. Sean said that he thinks our parents felt the same way during the Reagan administration when the economy was also terrible and instead of the boogey man anonymous terrorists that might strike anywhere without warning we had the threat of nuclear exchange with the Soviet Union. I don't know, I was 14 when Reagan left office so I didn't really notice the tension, but this seems worse. At least under Reagan the U.S. never struck "preemptively," and no matter how much tension there was between the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. nobody was actually stupid enough to start a war. GW has already proven beyond a doubt that he is indeed that stupid.

I don't know where all that political nonsense came from. That's not even what set me off. Most of that stuff has been on my mind since long before "operation Iraqi freedom" started. I'm actually upset about much more self centered crap. I don't trust anybody. I feel like the people that haven't let me down just haven't gotten around to it yet.

The worst part is that I'm sitting here getting angry with myself for being so weak and stupid. Why does our society make people (who obviously already feel bad) feel ashamed of being sad or really anything but happy little smiley fuckheads? Why do I feel like I'm being silly and melodramatic when I actually let myself feel and I can't hold back the tears anymore?

I've been having this really unpleasant reaction to couples lately. It appears to be totally unconscious so I don't even know how to stop it from happening. It goes like this: I see a couple. They're kissing, holding hands, or just sitting together in that way that couples do. The first thing that happens is that I try to figure out which one is the one that likes(loves) the other more than they are liked(loved). Then I try to determine how much longer they will be together, what will cause the break up, who will be the initiator of said break up, and whether they will end it quickly and cleanly or let it drag out until they are both completely miserable. Then I get nauseated and try to find something else to distract me.

Jesus, I'm bitter.

Enough of this pathetic drivel, it's time to smoke weed and withdraw into the escapism of video crack...

The Dark Side is whispering to me again

2005-02-26T09:45:45Z

So lately I've been thinking about killing someone. I haven’t actually been considering murder... just thinking about killing someone. I think if I were in a "him or me" situation I could totally do it. Actually I could probably be a soldier or assassin even. I couldn't be in the army of any large nation, but if the revolution came I'd be down.

Living with my roommate is kind of like being a parent sometimes.

Alcohol makes people emotional and irrational. I am so glad I quit drinking. I don't even see the appeal anymore. I still love a good red wine and Guinness is delicious like nothing else, but drunkenness is next to dumb-assness.

Why is it, that some people get under your skin and dig like chiggers?

Pretty girls make graves is the name of an emo band. I don't know about "making graves," but pretty girls are nothing but trouble. Women that smile at you are not to be trusted.

Something miraculous needs to happen soon. If not miraculous, then at least something interesting.

I've won the coveted award for "best use of google as a verb"

2005-02-25T00:48:47Z

I'd like to thank my agent, my fellow nominees, and of course god without whom I would never have even had this opportunity. And by god I mean Al Gore, inventor of the internet, without whom there would be no google in the first place.

I can't wait till someone say's "How dare you type the word GOD without a capital G." Of course now that I've typed that no one is going to make said comment. All I can say is that the word god is not a proper noun in my world, and if I've offended you then you probably shouldn't be reading my journal in the first place... lemming.

I'm in a damn strange mood today. Kinda up, but in that Maniacal Movie Villain sort of way. Nick Cage in Face Off comes to mind. I feel like I would enjoy doing something bad to someone. I hope that the urge will be satisfied by deviant sexual behavior, I've got a prostitute coming in about 20 minutes.

I was pissed when I missed Slint until I realized that if it was really that important to me I would have found a way to go. I love live music, and I'm sure the show was awesome. But people get on my last nerve, and there were a lot of them there.

I really want to be bad... Maybe tonight when Sarah and Sean make me go out (they are in town from Ashville, NC so I will indulge them ;O) I will meet a loose woman who wants to cheat on her boyfriend. Then I can go tell him and just sit back and watch the fireworks. Boy will she be mad at me, but if she intends to cheat on her boyfriend she will have it coming. I probably won't get that lucky. Nothing exciting happens around here.

Louisville needs some super villains.

I'm gonna play City of Heroes.