Jupiter Jones

vonceia@yahoo.com — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:37:58 GMT

You Are a Tycoon

Watch out Donald Trump! You've got a head for business and money.

You'll make it rich some day, even if you haven't figured out how yet.

A supreme individualist, you shouldn't get stuck in a corporate job.

Instead, make your own way - so that you can be the boss.

Your strength: Your undying determination

Your weakness: You require an opulent lifestyle

Your power color: Plum

Your power symbol: Dollar sign

Your power month: August

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Blogthings: We'll Tell You The Truth... Someone Has To!

Goodnight, Mr. Cronkite

vonceia@yahoo.com — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 16:24:05 GMT

He was how journalism used to be and how I'll always remember it. He had dignity, integrity and intelligence. He was not a sensationalist. That is why he was the man America trusted.

When John F. Kennedy was assassinated, we found out about it by tuning into Mr. Cronkite. It was the first time I'd ever seen a journalist loose his composure. He made me cry and at that young age, his actions let me know that this was an important milestone for our nation.

Walter Cronkite was truly a man to look up to and to aspire to be like, no matter what profession you were in. I think it was also in his approach. He approached everyone with respect and honor. A thing sorely missed in the field now.

Mr. Cronkite, you will be missed.

Wonder why this didn't get much press, eh?

vonceia@yahoo.com — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 01:14:55 GMT

http://michaeljacksonebmeier.wordpress.com/2009/06/28/jordan-chandler-admits-he-lied-about-michael-jackson/

Michael - A Genius at Rest

vonceia@yahoo.com — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 01:08:01 GMT

A long time ago, my mother took me to a concert in the Coluseium in Houston. I was young enough to be excited and old to be careful not to appear too crazy. Can't say the same about my mother. ^_~

Michael was a part of the Jackson 5 at the time and everyone loved him. Seeing the Jackson 5 in person was like seeing the Beatles for the people a generation above me.
I remember that they were good, the sound was crappy, I had to lean over to see anything because my view was blocked by a pillar, and the one thing I'll NEVER forget...the song, 'I'll Be There' When Michael sang. "Just call my name..." and the crowd yelled out "Michael!" ....my mom was among them... I was mortified.

Over the years, Michael Jackson has risen to iconic status. He has been loved and vilified. The one thing that no one can EVER take away from him was simply this...

He was a damned fine muscian. He was a genius showman...

Rest in Peace Michael.

vonceia@yahoo.com — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 06:49:35 GMT

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!

VON

vonceia@yahoo.com — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 02:24:56 GMT

I named 9 reindeer in 30 seconds

vonceia@yahoo.com — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 01:31:01 GMT

Sharing a post from the other night!

vonceia@yahoo.com — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 13:25:39 GMT

Music Changes EVERYTHING - WAKE UP!
Current mood: refreshed

I had no particular axes to grind tonight. Just kickin' back. Was thinking about more personal revelations....then I put on some music.

Tonight belongs to Rage Against the Machine - WAKE UP!!!

I first heard the song when The Matrix came out. I'm one of those whacked out drama folks who pays attention to all aspects of a movie. So, me and my pal stuck around for the end credits and grooved to the music.

Didn't have no lyrics, but recognized the words I could catch and was instantly drawn back to the good old, bad old days.

We were so naive. I sat at home and watched the Watergate hearings with my grandma. When the riots hit our town and students at TSU were arrested, I went with my aunt to see about one of her friends and get word on how her brother had fared.

I remember when John F. Kennedy was alive.I remember when Malcolm X was alive. I remember when King was alive.

When Kennedy was assassinated, the heart of America died. Somehow, he was able to cross color lines and get Black people everywhere to rally around him. I was a little girl when he was killed. I felt bad and even ashamed that he was killed in Texas and Dallas has never been the same to me since then.

No one was immune to fear in those days. Everyone felt the terror and tension on a daily basis. We walked on eggshells and prayed that maybe we could get to the next day okay.

We were taught shit like, King was good and Malcolm was bad and militant. Muslims in our neighborhood started off as being these super straight guys with what we considered 'weird' religious ideas. They were always polite and well groomed. That stood for a lot back then. Black kids were taught to dress as nice as you could when going out of your neighborhood, because the eyes of the rest of the nation were on you, judging everything. There was no hope of equality. You weren't an equal, just an other.

When Martin L. King preached non-violence, people listened. They listened equally when Malcolm X spoke the polar opposite. I did get that they were equally correct, it's just that Malcolm's way seemed more dangerous.

And the Black populace trusted neither. To go against authority meant getting beaten at best, dead at worst. There were plenty of examples of both in every family.

I grew up in a secular neighborhood, but my mother didn't confine or consign me to it. She took me out places and it messed up my programming.

I remember when Malcolm X was murdered. It wasn't like it wasn't expected, and I admit I felt a little bit relieved. Maybe we could all still exist under the radar. The saddest thing about Malcolm X dying was that he had made a transformation in his life from following a doctrine of a mortal, to following what was in his experience and in his heart. When I heard that black men had killed him, it blew my mind. I felt ashamed at my feelings about him. I felt stupid. But, I learned.

When Dr. King was assassinated, the bottom dropped out of the world. IT was clear to me then that it didn't matter one iota if you were a peaceful person, if you tried to help people, unnamed people from the shadows could step out and kill you dead anyway.

When Bobby Kennedy got killed, by yet another lone gunman, it signalled the end of the world. Everyone was shocked beyond belief and the United States plunged into depression. For me, the isolation expanded. I could count on nothing.

Years later, in a dark theater I hear this...

"Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot"

(the nudge)

Tonight..."Wake Up!"

V

whoo hooo!

vonceia@yahoo.com — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 01:45:32 GMT

Your result for The Africa Test...

The Expert

11-15 points!

Congrats, you know quite a lot about Africa! If you're not a native of the continent, you took a lot of classes about Africa or are just very interested in knowing as much as you can. Either way, you've become quite an expert and could hold your own in a conversation with African natives. Well done!

Take The Africa Test at HelloQuizzy

vonceia@yahoo.com — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 01:39:04 GMT

Your result for The Beatles Lyrics Test...

You are 100% a Beatles Lyrics Master!

No categories here. Your percentage is simply how many you got right. Each question was worth the same amount.

So, if your score is low, then I recommend listening to some more Beatles music. And classic rock in general!

If your score is high, then great! Keep up the appareciation of good music.

Take The Beatles Lyrics Test at HelloQuizzy

vonceia@yahoo.com — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 01:36:56 GMT

Your result for 80's Rockin' Trivia Test...

100% Trivia_Genius!

You scored 100% out of 100%

as a 80's Rock Trivia Genius on the

80's Rockin Trivia Test

Grade Scale is: A - 90-100%

B - 80-89%

C - 70 - 79%

Anything lower, well, you probably aren't a child of the 80's, but no worries, be happy! You're still totally radical!

Answers are:

1. A Flock of Seagulls - I ran- 1982

2. Bananrama - Venus - 1986

3. Chris De Burgh - Lady in Red - 1986

4. Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen - 1982

5. Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - 1983

6. Foreigner - I Want To Know What Love Is - 1984

7. George Benson - Give Me The Night - 1980

8. Heart - Alone - 1987

9. INXS - Need You Tonight - 1987

10. Joan Jett - I Love Rock N Roll - 1982

Take 80's Rockin' Trivia Test at HelloQuizzy

Who knew

vonceia@yahoo.com — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 01:24:29 GMT

Your result for The What type of MAN turns you on Test...

Exotic bad-ass

You scored 60% masculine, 53% athletic, 55% exotic, and 44% refined!

You want everything in a man at the same time! Masculine, built like a Greek god, exotic and mysterious and even some bad-ass in there too. I think you would really like Freddy Ljungberg, the Swedish soccer player. He's the guy on the right. But let's face it, the whole point of this was to look at a bunch of hot guys. If you liked what you saw, please rate my test!

Take The What type of MAN turns you on Test at HelloQuizzy

vonceia@yahoo.com — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 03:56:36 GMT

Your rainbow is strongly shaded blue and red.

What is says about you: You are a passionate person. You appreciate friends who get along with one another. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you. You share hobbies with friends and like trying to fit into their routines.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

vonceia@yahoo.com — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 02:55:27 GMT

Hope everyone had a HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!

Mine started with the tale of 2 Parades...Macy's and H.E.B. (Formerly Foley's) Thanksgiving Day Parade.

I have history with this parade. I worked for Foley's a very long time ago and got tapped to be in the parade on a float. So, I went down on Thanksgiving and nearly froze to death waiting on the parade to start.

Years later and working at the Grindhouse Costume Shop, I got tapped to hand out costumes for the parade.

So, I got up at 4:30 am and froze my butt off getting costumes to over two hundred people. then getting them all back to the shop.

This year, I got up, watched others suffer in the costumes before the parade. Watched both parades flipping from one to the next and then went to mom's for Thanksgiving.

Life is looking up. ^_~

Peace.

Von

vonceia@yahoo.com — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 03:10:22 GMT

HAPPY Birthday to BABACA!!! Long may she reign!!!

Huggles!
Von

Supenatural - The Show, TV Land and WTF?!!

vonceia@yahoo.com — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 15:02:06 GMT

This post contains content of a graphical theatrical nature. Opinions expressed here are purely those of the author and not the sponsors. This post is Supernatural positive..Thank you.

I've been watching the show every Thursday and my take on it is that it's been some pretty remarkable television. Every show looks like a movie and that's damned hard to do.

I've recently found out that a miracle has been happening in that the creator of the show, Eric Kripke, has actually been listening to the fandom. Whoa..AND even bigger Whoa, made changes BASED on fan input.

Um...what is this guy? A Pinko Commie? This is theater, drama, television, and it is simply NOT done! What the hell does a fan know?! They are NOT bathed in the fire of theater! They did not study, train, go through endless mindless auditions, face rejection after rejection after rejection in order that one day some director might place their finger upon their brow and declare them WORTHY! They are just mere mortals! How dare they even think that they have the right to speak to the GODS!

I think you're getting my drift here. Unfortunately, that is the predominant sentiment of the acting community. They do not respect the opinion of their audiences...at all...unless you happen to have connections or are an advertiser. Then the industry will kiss your butt, declare you a god and hate your guts. And that is showbiz, kid.

To the matter at hand. The good stuff...

First of all, I've been noticing that a lot of people have expired on the show. Stakes and knives through the heart, snarling hounds from hell, and now..freakin' Angels??!! And they seem to be the 'Prophecy' styled angels and not the 'Touched by an Angel' angels...Sweet.

Forgive me lord, but these bastards solve problems by bazooka and not negotiation. One of them has 'feelings and unsureness' and the other is Marie Antoinette 'Let them eat cake' cold frosted. Go Kripke Go!

In the meantime, the Winchesters are getting grinded through a tractor's nuts and coming out as hot as ever.

The other stuff..not so good.

Back to the audience participation of the show.

I've been told that Kripke has gone and messed it up for everybody. He and his staff have actually paid attention to the audience.

I've only just read a snippet of what the audience is saying and DAMN! Lips?! Flips? Character Blips?!

Genevieve Cortese's ....lips? WTF?!

Actually, I think Ms. Cortese comes by her lips naturally. She's half French, half Italian. Quite honestly, I thought the same thing about Simon LeBon, until upon closer inspection I realized..Hey...those are REAL! I think I can spot a collagen lip job a mile away. It makes the lips look like someone has punched you in the face. Think fat lip..not pretty.

Secondly, I noticed that she might have a slight speech impediment, lips aside. I noticed an ever so slight lisp when she first appeared on the show. It makes her slightly endearing and I wondered how that would jibe with her character who's supposed to be kick-ass. She seems to be doing fine though.

I also, liked the blond lady, Katy Cassidey-Ruby 1. It took awhile for her to grow on me as a character, but she pulled it off. Course, knowing my gal fans I knew that Ruby's close proximity to the guys would probably earn her a stake through the heart and the actress another trip to the unemployment line. However, the character was too germaine to the plot to kill off completely, so they replaced her.

Isn't it weird that the worst fan fear seems to be that the guys will actually find a bit of happiness, any happiness, amid their horrific lives, so we wanna keep them as miserable as possible?

Characterization.??!! Now there is a sticky wicket. Characterization belongs to the creators. It's up to the them to guide the tale. Otherwise, this becomes comedia del arte, which is a simple loose plot, including audience participation and is of the moment. And goes nowhere storywise... I think they call it..chaos. Been there, done that..never, no more.

And FYI, these people aren't hired off the streets. For a role like this, where someone is being asked to step in to an existing character, requires experience to work. That Ms. Cortese has done this and made the character her own is nothing short of remarkable.

Now here is the biggest WFT??!! of them all...

I watched the last episode and my jaw dropped on the floor. Kripke is diabolical. He has created the ultimate Mary Sue and put her smack dab in the middle of the action. Little Anna Banana hears angels (Black Crowes- She talks to Angels), shows up pre-formed cute chick with telekinesis, KNOWS and ADORES both Winchesters.. bonded with Ruby in five seconds or less and looks to be slated to get nailed by the studly man of all men bastard womanizing dogs, Dean Winchester in her second appearance on the show. WTF?!!

It took Ruby a whole season and a body change to get near Sam and then he had to be drunk, in despair, unwilling, and in the dark to do it. (Still in recovery over that few seconds of tv) Not only that, Ruby had to prove that she was not in possession of another soul at the time, get naked and literally jump on him besides. Dang.

As to Anna FeFiFoNana, the character and not the poor actress, has not earned the stripes that the other characters who have been in the show have. Even the bad guys get singed and beaten up before they get defeated and earn a place in the pantheon. If I had written this, I would have been run out of town on a rail and rightly so..so..wtf?

The bitch of if it is, the high profile fansters might actually go for this chicka. That would be a travesty. Then of course, her last name is Milton... Paradise Lost., they might just surprise me.

Huggles, peace and geese!

Veep

There's Something Happening Here....

vonceia@yahoo.com — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 23:39:31 GMT

PARIS – Inspired by Barack Obama, the French first lady and other leading figures say it's high time for France to stamp out racism and shake up a white political and social elite that smacks of colonial times.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081109/ap_on_re_eu/eu_france_diversity;_ylt=Aj89.1E3egfbjcYmhBbnUflvaA8F

The Educational System and Why More In-Depth Study is not taking place in America

vonceia@yahoo.com — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 22:18:39 GMT

As to why kids aren't taught more in depth about their history, I offer the following. ..

Our society has always been first about the MONEY. My mom is a teacher and has been for thirty plus years, my aunt is a counselor and I have other relatives also in Education. I get to hear what the issues are from ground zero. Simply put, there's not enough money invested in the system to handle the volume of attending students. The curriculum is standardized to teach the largest amount of students, with the least amount of money in the given school year. In Texas, what is being taught is controlled by the Texas Education Agency which has a core curriculum of reading, math, science, social studies, with fine arts, health, languages and tech. applications as the Enrichment curriculum. On top of this is infamous accountability TAKS test, (see No Child Left Behind- a bad Bush idea started in Texas and introduced like small pox on the U.S when he became President) mandated by Washington as a way to measure teacher and school performance to determine which schools get money and which schools get closed. Schools need money to purchase books, teachers, buses, et all. Taxpayer dollars can not cover the costs. The State funds the schools, but without the Federal govt., can not cover the costs of the State. In order to get money from the Feds, the States have to provide proof of worthiness, so they test the hell out of the kids and load the classrooms to the ceiling.

There is not room or money to breathe, let alone handle a curriculum change without a massive effort. Added to the costs are the attitudes of the people involved. The people themselves acerbate the problem when they protest on principle that they don't want their kids taught things that they disagree with. Educators at ground zero do work hard to try and shoehorn as much as they can into a given class that is off the menu, but it's hard. Not impossible, but difficult.

I learned above the curriculum because my mother enrolled me in advanced classes. Coupled with her 'sink or swim' policy where it concerned my education, I learned how to teach myself and go even further beyond. Many do not and are not taught the value of it. Now that education has the I-Pod, the television, the cell phone the fashion, entertainment and sports industries as competitors, who needs school?

Turning the Key

vonceia@yahoo.com — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 12:56:50 GMT

Ever since Tuesday I have been having these little epiphanies. It's like little locks have been opening in my head and revealing some pretty interesting truths about me that I haven't had access to or knew that they were there.

1. I had no idea what 'normal' felt like. Growing up Black in Texas, certain things are placed on your plate at an early age. Achievement through education is topmost. In order to succeed, I was taught that getting a degree and a good job were the cornerstones to happiness. I was told that the path to this happiness lie in my ability to keep myself neat, smart and above all else, cognizant of the hostile world around me. I had to be better because I was born with an obvious disadvantage, the color of my skin.

And so, I began. My mother was a teacher and therefore the burden was compounded. I studied hard. I did my homework. Failure was not an option and in school, I did not fail. Added to this was my mother's primary principle of 'sink or swim'. Whatever questions I had, it was up to me to find the answers. She was scary good at mathematics, my least favorite subject, and had the "Teacher's Edition" books at her disposal. I was not allowed to race to the back's of those books and get the answers...ever. Again, if I wanted the answers, I had to work the problems. I thank her to this day because it made me that much more self- reliant.

My first truth hit when I was on my way to work on Tuesday. I was stressed out about the election, but happy to see that it seemed like America was waking up from her eight year nightmare and possibly turning to something more positive on the horizon. Walking across the parking lot, it suddenly hit me what a Black President might mean. In Mr. Obama's achievement, lay the possibility of every Black child's achievement. As I began to think of his victory as a possibility, the thought rose from the ether that if he is President, and he looks like me, then I would just be another citizen of the United States of America. I would just be 'normal'.

As this thought sank in, I felt weights I never imagined I had, lift from my shoulders. By the time I got to the door of my building, I was reveling in the feeling that this was what 'normal' felt like. It was empowering. I truly felt like I could go anywhere and do anything. In short, I just felt free.

By the time I got inside, I warned myself that in order to get this feeling permanently, Mr. Obama had to win.

2. I've been reading other peoples blogs and journals and for hte most part they have been positive. I was jarred out of some pretty hopeful feelings when I found one person's take on the election. It made me cry, because I had a lot of admiration for this man and to see this opinion, which was totally foreign to the experience I and my fellow countrymen, was having just shocked me. It was a cynical statement that America is deluding itself into believing that Democracy is on the rise and hope is on the horizon. (my paraphrase)

Suddenly, I felt yanked back into that fog that Americans have been experiencing for a long time. In that mist is fear, hopelessness, cynicism, mistrust and destruction. No possibility of parole.
I began to rationalize, to try and figure out an answer to the statement, because it needed addressing. On behalf of EVERY person who went out and voted, struggled to make their voice heard in a time of our deepest despair, I felt the need and the call to stand up for the victory that was EVERYBODY's in this country.

The delimma, of course, was that I really admired him and those feelings threw my into conflict. I rationalized that he was from another country and therefore had no way of understanding America the way someone who was born or lived here did. Still I searched for something to say.

Yesterday, I read a blog of opinions he'd posted and two leapt out at me. In those two short statements back to him, I found solace.

The truth I discovered was that I had and have very deep feelings and a clear understanding of what happened on Tuesday. All of the people from my past, cast their votes as well. They can now rest a little easier, because for once, and not for the last, America made good on a promise. The notion that living here, anyone can be whatever they want to be, is not just a promise anymore. It is a fact.

A whole race is no longer visible/invisible, but count toward the whole of America. African Americans are no longer slaves. They are doctors, lawyers, politicians, entertainers, activists, poets, painters, workers, writers, engineers, slackers, good and bad, and finally...they are Presidents.

And oh my god, what a reparation.

Vonceia

Holy Moley! A New President!

vonceia@yahoo.com — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 05:29:31 GMT

Congrats to Mr. O!

I think that i can pass out now.

It's been a loooonnnnngggg campaign!

Veep

Deed is Done

vonceia@yahoo.com — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 01:06:15 GMT

I voted early...

Now, comes the high anxiety... sigh...

“Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee” by Dee Brown - Reaction

vonceia@yahoo.com — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 03:50:33 GMT

Elements of Extreme

The other day, I finished “Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee” by Dee Brown at work. My initial reaction was like getting a very bad injury. You don’t feel it all at once, because your body goes into shock. What I felt was a cross between a mental breakdown and the need to throw up. I felt like the air was being sucked out of my lungs, and a giant hand had reached inside my chest and clasped on to my heart.

I had to get out of the office and be alone. I didn’t want to see anyone and I couldn’t talk. I made it to my car outside and crawled into my personal space. And cried.

It wasn’t a long sustained, wailing kind of cry. It was bone-deep sob.

I know it sounds crazy or theatrical, but it happened. It was far less a thing of words and more a creature of sorrow. There was no judgment. I had expected that. I had expected anger, blame and a sense of self-righteousness indignation.. I had counted on being able to judge… but all systems failed.

All I could think was ‘People shouldn’t kill.’ In a small space of time, I felt the weight of every page I’d read in the book and what it all meant. For me, it had little to do with sides, money, land or treaties. It was about people and the clear demonstration of what ignorance can do.

Since junior high-school and beyond, I knew that history was more than what was taught. To get to some semblance of a realistic picture, requires an effort. It requires a step away from your personal comfort zone. Ironically, in junior high, I was given the task of doing an in-depth report on Custer. Time didn’t allow me to do as much reading as I would have liked, but the result was the same. My conclusion was that he was an egotistical idiot with a chip on his shoulder. The kind of military man who got people killed.

As for the massacre at Wounded Knee, the loss of human life would have been enough to cry about. The shooting of women, children and the elderly would have been horrific enough, but this ran deeper. It wasn’t the first massacre presented in the book on either side, but Wounded Knee, to me represented the final nail in the coffin. People died because all they had left was a belief, a hope of some kind of redemption after losing it all and a dance. All Christian like beliefs.

They also had fear.

Sitting in the car brought me back to the lessons I had been taught in church and in life.

Thou shall not kill
Thou shall not bear false witness against thy neighbor
Suffer the little children
The Freedom of Religion
The Freedom of Assembly
Treat others the way you want to be treated.

The funny thing was I didn’t have time to feel bad, guilty or responsible. It went way beyond that.

In the end, it wasn’t about race, religion, land, or money. It was about humanity. It was about being a human being and the consequences of allowing the notion that one man is intrinsically different than another.

At the end and what made it so very poignant was the fact that the Native Americans were actively engaged in undeniable Christian-like activity at the time of the massacre. What fueled the destruction and the justifications that brought it about was ignorance and religious intolerance. The same intolerance that America was founded on.

See if you can follow this bouncing ball, as they used to say.

A prophet had a vision and brings a message of peace to his people. He tells them not to fight each other or their enemies. He gives them a path to Redemption through a dance that would raise them up to meet their loved ones. (Simplified with my interpretation- my deep and heartfelt apologies to the Nations)

The message sounded familiar.

Okay, if you cannot see that have defeated your enemy, then anything the enemy does becomes suspect. If it is duplicated and the idea spreads to all, then the enemy becomes overwhelming and hostile.

Enemy becomes THEY and THEY will kill you…if you don’t kill them first.

To the settlers and the military, the Ghost Dance = Uprising
To the battered, betrayed and soul sick Natives the Ghost Dance = Redemption and Salvation.

“Mount your horses, draw your swords.
And they killed the mountain people and so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure, on the mountain dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it.
Peace on Earth, was all it said.” From the song, “One Tin Soldier.”

Peace,
V

vonceia@yahoo.com — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:52:19 GMT

Your result for The A-Muse-ing Test...

Your muse is Calliope!

http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-amuseing-test

vonceia@yahoo.com — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:41:48 GMT

Your result for Howard Gardner's Eight Types of Intelligence Test...

Linguistic

http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/howard-gardners-eight-types-of-intelligence-test

Weird

vonceia@yahoo.com — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 03:04:29 GMT

I'm feeling ...really weird tonight.

Firstly, I have been makig updates to my myspace blog (http://www.myspace.com/vonseeya).

There's a story there.

I got on myspace and started tooling around Hurricane Ike time. It started with my old bud from Jr. high school calling me and me trying to get back in touch with him.

Long story short, I was en-sorcelled by the fact that a lot of people are on it and kinda got caught up. I shouldn't have, but I sent a message to a certain celeb and I think I might have weirded him out.

Course, his comment kinda weirded me out and I replied thinking that I had understood what he was talking about... A day or so later, I wasn't so sure.

That brings me to today and tonight.

I can honestly say now, B and I were talking about it, I belong in the "Other" category. See, all my life, I've been a little outside the mainstream of anything.. I was even weird for weird. You know, the weirdo's didn't want to associate with me.

In B, I found the ultimate Other and we've been rolling along ever since.

Added to this MySpace thing, is the fact that I commented on yet another celeb's blog, Adam Beach, because I felt moved to do so. I actually thanked him because his comments to someone else answered a question I'd forgotten I was looking to answer for about twenty years.

Without much fuss or bother, I sent him a message for an invite and he added me to his friend's list.

The other..who shall remain nameless due to my total embarrassment, has never responded. Which leads me to wonder about my own judgment in the first place.

Just writing this has helped immensely.

I still like LiveJ the best...

All my buds are here!

Happy Halloween to all!

Hugs,
V