The Frat Pack Goes to Never Never Land

Thanks to JTV regular, mynick for help with this blog title.

Children in Udaipur Market
Children in Udaipur, India’

Finding Never Never Land

I noted in chat tonight that Justin and the frat pack had Peter Pan syndrome — they simply don’t want to do anything that would make them operate as or appear to be adults. I took a break from JTV world for a while today and when I came back, he was up and about, well not really up and about, he was sitting in laptop position. He decided he needed sustinance so placed an order to his favorite Mexican food joint and came back with something for himself and Brian, errr Idigo, er savant, I mean spy. Shoot! Which is it? We watched as IndigoBrian (I choose to alter his name at any time since this is my blog) looked long and hard at his burrito and although we didn’t see him eating it, we know that he told Justin it tasted good because Justin put on his proud papa voice and said he was happy that Brian liked it. Then we were treated to Justin eating, up close and personal. Hearing him chew I knew he was adding to his childish “slobability” by chompinpg with his mouth open. Ick! Kids, I swear.

The next thing he moves on to is the post-it note meeting. What I want to know is, who runs the damn meeting? And WHY is it called a meeting? It’s really just a daily brain-storming meeting. Whenever anyone is asked if a post-it task is complete, the answer is, “Not yet, I’m working on it though.” Whew! That’s good, I’d hate for a post-it to be wasted up there for no good reason for the past few weeks.

I left to go make myself some dinner — butter chicken and rice pilau — yum! Living in India isn’t all angst and suffering after all!

Discussing Business With Viewers in Clear Ear/Eye Shot

But I digress. When I came back, Justin and Michael were perched in office mode discussing a document Justin took to the bathroom a little while earlier. They were discussing what sounded like a purchase offer which would be made in stock rather than cash and they were discussing the details of how the deal would work — based on company valuation, discounts on the valuation, etc. It was as though they were kids in a candy store. They seemed to have dollar signs in their eyes.

At one point Justin said something to the effect of, “we don’t know what the value is — we can just make something up and if they ask why that is the number, we can say the company is worth xx because we know it’s going to be good.” Yeah, I’d like to invest my money in a guesstimate — something pulled right out of the sky. It reminded me of a time when my sister and I set up a lemonade stand with no plan at all about how we would get any customers. We lived on a cul de sac with absolutely no traffic, but we were sure that since it was a hot day we were going to rake in the money since people would be so thirsty. All kids do this at some point. It’s the stuff kids are made of — Pie in the sky dreams. Something right out of Peter Pan, or perhaps Mary Poppins. Running a business on a pie in the sky dream is a recipe for disaster, although I suppose stranger things have happened.

Working and “Awesome Date Interruptions”

Justin and Michael were working the gray matter hard. Smoke was coming out of their ears. And that’s when “Awesome Date” Christa called. Justin picked it up, obviously irritated that some adult was calling to interrupt his thinking time. He was already 30 minutes late for his date and he didn’t even pull the — “I’m running on Justin time” bit. He just said that he was so busy all day — working and asked if she wanted to “get together later?” Odd for someone he was scheduled to have an “awesome date” with. She pressed the issue and he seemed to get more agitated and he gave her the responsiblity to find something for them to do. She is supposedly the one in from out of town, but ok. Kids like it when adults plan for them. She must have asked if he wanted to meet for dinner, because his reply was that he wasn’t hungry, but might be in a couple of hours.

The long and the short of their conversation — he would call her later. She wanted to set up a time and he brusquely told her that putting a time on it would just make him that much later. Is this kid living on the same planet as me? Does he think it’s normal to say stuff like that to the night’s date?


Swinging like Peter Pan in Mexico

In the meantime, I grabbed these lyrics from the website so that you can all sing along. I’m not sure there is a song that applies to Justin and the frat pack any more perfectly than these. If you find something, please let me know!

Are you ready for today’s lesson?

Yes, Peter!

Listen to your teacher. Repeat after me:
I won’t grow up,
(I won’t grow up)
I don’t want to go to school.
(I don’t want to go to school)
Just to learn to be a parrot,
(Just to learn to be a parrot)
And recite a silly rule.
(And recite a silly rule)
If growing up means
It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree,
I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me!
Not I,
Not me!
Not me!
I won’t grow up,
(I won’t grow up)
I don’t want to wear a tie.
(I don’t want to wear a tie)
And a serious expression
(And a serious expression)
In the middle of July.
(In the middle of July)
And if it means I must prepare
To shoulder burdens with a worried air,

I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me,
Not I,
Not me!
So there!
Never gonna be a man,
I won’t!
Like to see somebody try
And make me.
Anyone who wants to try
And make me turn into a man,
Catch me if you can.
I won’t grow up.
Not a penny will I pinch.
I will never grow a mustache,
Or a fraction of an inch.
‘Cause growing up is awfuller
Than all the awful things that ever were.
I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up,
No sir,
Not I,
Not me,
So there!

I won’t grow up!
(I won’t grow up)
I will never even try
(I will never even try)
I will do what Peter tells me
(I will do what Peter tells me)
And I’ll never ask him why
(And I’ll never ask him why)

We won’t grow up!
(We won’t grow up)
We will never grow a day
(We will never grow a day)
And if someone tries to make it
(And if someone tries to make it)
We will simply run away
(We will simply run away)

I won’t grow up!
(I won’t grow up)
No, I promise that I won’t
(No, I promise that I won’t)
I will stay a boy forever
(I will stay a boy forever)
And be banished if I don’t!
(And be banished if I don’t)

And Never Land will always be
The home of beauty and joy
And neverty
I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me!
Not me!
Not me!
Not me!
No sir!
Not me!

Honesty is a Virtue


While honesty may be a core value in most people’s lives, it’s tough to separate fact from fiction out there in the world, and espeically so in the digital world. I hate being duped. I could apply a few adjectives to this case of being taken in by the JTV crowd — Naieve, stupid, ignorant, … but I will save myself the self loathing and just state here that I was duped yesterday. After reading Hamsterwatch’s blog I came to realize, that the antics with the girls of were staged. I posed a reply to Hamsterwatch’s blog this morning which I’ll paste here for all to see that I can exhibit humility — I was wrong and I now know it.

My Hamsterwatch Reply post:

Ugh. Looks like I went to bed just a few minutes too early, I totally missed this, but I am so happy you are keeping us up to date. And…I can be swayed. I wasn’t convinced that the Jocelyn incident was scripted yesterday, but now I totally believe the theory. Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that Jusin ranted about other similiar ventures and how they did things in an actor-scripted type of way and how he would never do that with JTV?

I guess this is their version of a troop surge, and we know how support for that is going. ūüė¶

Posted by Justopia on Saturday, May 05, 2007 at 6:56 AM

Strange Bedfellows

 Lying Buddah Closeup

The Lying Buddah, Bangkok, Thailand

Tense Times in the Peanut Gallery

The tenor in Peanut Gallery 1 was intense today. People were sniping at each other, accusations of mistreatment were flying and in general, it wasn’t a positive place to be so I went out for a few hours. When I got back to the house and to the world of, Justin was having drinks with Jocelyn, a woman he’s gone out with a few times these past 47 days. She appears from across the data packets to be a nice enough woman, although somewhat pushy and this evening she hit a pushy high.

Justin was doing his usual, “I’ve had such a long week, I’m so tired,” whining and grunting act which I’ve come to believe in a lot of these cases is his juvinile way of getting out of situations he’s bored with or just plain doesn’t want to be doing anymore. J made comments like, “take off your whiney pants,” or “I don’t want to hear your whining” and things along those lines. She said something about wanting to walk home with him or for him to walk her home, but it’s the world according to Justin and he wanted to go home and nap, so she eagerly followed him home.

He continued to moan that he was tired and needed to sleep, but she wasn’t getting the hint, so they went up to the frat house where Emmett, Kyle, the new guy (Brian?), Amanda and Megan were sitting around their laptops and after introductions they sequestered themselves in the sloth-stye that is Justin’s bedroom. He got into bed and Jocelyn quickly followed and got under the covers.

Cheering and Hiding Eyes as Justin and Jocelyn Spend Some Quiet Time in the Frat House Bed

The chat room was chaotic — some were cheering them on, others were digitally hiding their eyes and the bulk of the chat was about what probably wasn’t happening. This part of the “date” was over and J asked Justin to please not make her leave his room alone and face the crowd sitting around the living room area. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but finally acquiesced and walked her out. That’s where it got really high school. They were in the hallway near the door and all whispers and giggling and J said her goodbyes and Justin closed the door behind her, made some wild face in the camera and went back to bed after mumbling something about having just wanted to sleep — “didn’t ask for this,” or something similar.

What Were They Really Doing and Who Was Watching from the Other Room?

What was most funny about the whole strange scene at the frat house was that while they were doing what they were or weren’t doing in the bedroom, the gang was probably watching on the monitor set up with the live feed and/or on their individual laptops. They seemed to be smirking and slightly laughing when Justin walked past to go to his bedroom, but nothing more was said.

How strange would it be to have this encounter and know that you had a gaggle of guys and gals outside the bedroom door watching it unfold?

Cathedral Lantern

Some Lit a Candle For You