I admit, humbly, I hold key to many talents. I know a few like me, and they face the same frustrations. Apropos to those who are bursting with “teh madd skillz,” your conjectures concerning the strain of every day life are felt mutually by the other prodigies. For those of you who find settling with an assembly line job rewarding, please see the footnote*. Directed to the few who accelerate from one profession to another, leaping from class to class, I feel your pain.
Goal after goal after dream, letdown, red tape, and habitual disappointments, plummeting downward into what I like to call the “Uncertainty phase,” I’ve been delving into untapped ideas as to which direction to march in the parade of economy. Before I can begin sketching out a plan, I must consider how the money-gravity laws operate. Selling trashy looking shorts that say “Pink” on the butt is an example of strong money-gravity. If a hoe-bag buys in, it’s popular among the hoe-bags, like a sixth sense, and the bile-suckers pour their tiny bits of capital into the tank. Someone invents giant-ass belts? Sure enough, they will be popular. Stupid sells. I can’t do stupid.
I’ve narrowed my current choices down, but there are still more on the way. Some of them simply don’t have dense money-gravity. A webcomic, for example, has a very small chance of becoming self-sufficient. An artist, doubly so. To provide a direct service to the ape-descendants that populate this Earth, I must put aside the things I love doing, to make room to do something that will pull in the money. Like I’ve explained many, many times before, I also need to get out on my own. Plans have changed, it won’t be as easy, but I’m going to do it soon. Soon. I’m just biding my time for now.
The show, “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown,” is going very well. With now less than one month before the opening show, we are starting to polish. It’s going to be good. The show is September 9th at two in the afternoon and eight at night, and September 10th at two again. Tickets will go on sale sooner or later. It will be in Norwich, at the Council of the Arts. It’s not complicated. Be there. It’s going to be amazing, and I’m representing as Snoop Dee-oh-double-gee.
For those of you in the know, I’ve falling into a very inescapable addiction towards World of Warcraft. Come along, and meet my Gnome Mage Lynkithus in Greymane.
In less than a week and a half, Lindsey will be returning to the academic wonders of Oneonta State. I can’t wait for her to be closer! I thoroughly enjoy visiting her, but it’s a long drive, and requires a co-pilot. Talking to her everyday is simply phenomenal, and always puts me in such a great mood. It will be fantastic when she’s a short 40 minutes away. She rocks faces off!