Want a job where you just stay home, listen to your favorite music and eat your own food instead of restaurant food, avoid crowded public transportation, don’t have to deal with your boss and your supervisors all day long, and don’t have to worry about being fired — you are your own boss.
Of course, that means you do all the work, but on the other hand, you get all the profit, unless you bring in co-workers, and they have to get paid, too, or they can’t do that work.
You cannot serve two masters — when you work at one job for a boss, you can’t instead work for yourself.
You need TIME to do your work, and that means you need to get PAID for it, and that’s what I want to talk to you about today.
We don’t properly value our time, and that’s a big mistake when working for yourself.
You have to calculate several things:
- HOW MUCH DO I NEED TO STAY ALIVE AND WELL? — You need to come up with a figure that allows you to provide for yourself and your family.
- WHAT CAN I ACTUALLY DO? — You need to list and consider all your present and past skills, and find some niche into which that fits.
- HOW MUCH OF IT DO I NEED TO DO PER DAY? — It’s your job to make the calculation of how productive you need to be in order to make enough to support yourself. If it’s a doughnut shop, you’ll need to know how many you can make and how many you can actually SELL per day, and exactly how much it costs you to make those doughnuts. “Donut”, by the way, brings up the spellcheck ERROR underline, so the world hasn’t gone completely to pot just yet, but it’s workin’ on it.
- HOW LONG CAN I KEEP IT UP? You need to figure out how to expand it and when, and make the calculation that you might not be able to do anything else for a long time.
You need to know how to stay at home and still make an honest and relatively comfortable living, and that’s what I’m here to explain, but you need to know this first, before making any of those calculations:
TRUMP MIGHT WIN the election, and even if he doesn’t, he’s such a poor loser that he’ll fight it all the way into the ground, meaning that he’ll call on his “white shirts”, his private militia, to create riots in the streets of cities.
Not ALL the cities, just those run by Democratic mayors.
He has a a plan to replace all the mayors and governors with his own people, and he can probably do it, with the help of Bill Barr and Moscow Mitch McConnell.
Me, I could care less — I just want you should be safe and able to work on your mission on Earth, which you already know and have formulated for yourself.
I can’t and won’t interfere with anything going on in the world — it just isn’t worth it, and it’s against the Prime Directive.
Oh, yes, the Prime Directive is very real, and very much in force. Earth is a ZOO, and I mean that literally, not figuratively at all.
Humans are an anomaly — they’re somewhat as-if intelligent, meaning they operate on a small and very uncomplex MOVEACT CODE, and at the same time, they’re belligerent as Hell.
I don’t mean the good kind of belligerence that expresses itself as a harmless video game, or the harmless fun of smashing in a Quarterback’s knee to permanently take him out of the game.
No, I mean the kind of belligerence that comes out MEAN, just plain mean, like an ignorant person with a grudge and an inability to see the other side of any question.
Gosh, I’ve just described Trump’s political base, haven’t I???
Well, never mind them — they own the planet — they stole it from the Meek, who inherited it from a dead Uncle Sam, who died on January 21st, 2016, a date that will live in infamy.
Trump thinks of himself as a sort of Winston Churchill.
In a way, he’s right. Winston Churchill, for all his good points, was a thorough bombastic and horribly opinionated prick, which makes them peas in a pod.
The main thing to remember about Trump is that he doesn’t hate you — he doesn’t even know you exist, nor any of your kind.
It’s not white supremacy — it’s Trumpism, with Loser Donald cast as the Savior, returned from Heaven to save Americans from all those anarchists, rapists and drug dealers.
Although I never committed a crime, I feel that I’m being lumped into that mix by Trump and his Minions, and I resent it.
Actually, I don’t really resent it — it just sounded funnier. Frankly, I really don’t give a flying f*ck what happens to the human race.
I’m here to develop Blue Line, and I’ve done it, made the necessary map and .ini code changes, sent it up to the Causal Plane, installed it on the Cosmic Computer, and we’re playing the thoroughly revised and updated version of ORGANIC LIFE right now.
This is my game.
You can play it any way you like, but I wrote the code and I know how it works. Things are not always what they seem.
I’ll give you some very concrete virtual examples:
CLOAK OF INVISIBILITY
What SEEMS to happen is that when you put on the Cloak of Invisibility, or activate a Ring of Shadows or a Charm of Nothingness, the MONSTERS or the OTHER TEAM can’t see you, unless you bump into them or they into you.
What ACTUALLY happens is that you will generate a TAG that triggers a corresponding “NOSEEUM” effect in the .ini file, and possibly a “NOCLIP” to avoid collision and detection while the Cloak is activated.
GHOST TOWN EFFECT
The buildings appear to be almost invisible. What actually happens is that you identify them with a name in the lower NAME field, and F6 them to whatever degree of transparency you want to achieve.
Even what looks like ordinary conversation and response to stimuli can be shadowed in the GoDD™ Engine and certainly a high level of believable interaction is achievable with chat-bots and the like.
There are many things that seem to happen just by themselves or as a result of some triggering event, but this is not how the universe works.
Everything you see, hear, feel, sense, touch, smell and otherwise detect is written into the script — everything.
Even your speech is 100% written — you say your lines, assuming they originate with you.
Well, they didn’t. It’s a very simple script with a lot of repetitions, creating an as-if randomity and a sense of freedom, almost as if humans had “Free Will”.
Of course they don’t. Nothing is free.
Someone must pay, and it’s my job to see that Jack Burton doesn’t bear the burden of fighting an evil avatar like David Lo-Trump.
Poor Jack — he always gets the blame.
All this by way of mentioning that it is my intention to watch “Big Trouble in Little China” later on today, and I heartily recommend you do the same for some insight on how to handle the impact of Trump upon your life every single hour of every single day.
He is in our face all the time, isn’t he? Well, he’ll soon be gone, if we all decide to actually vote, and they don’t close the polling places and the post office on Election Day, with a force of white supremacists outside each polling place, telling people of color and anyone who looks like they might be a Jew, that the polling place is permanently closed.
We’re not having elections anymore. They’re just too complicated.
So all kidding aside, I wanted to show you how you could market a rare fine art book like the one I’m peddling today — “John Brown’s Body”, by Stephen Vincent Benet, and — this is the important part — illustrated with original bound-in art by famous woodblock artist Barry Moser.
Well, heck, Barry is an old friend, and we did a few shows together, and I have some photos around here — ah, here they are — to illustrate the tale.
We had a very successful show, and surprisingly, over 1,000 people came through in the course of a month — that’s in a slow, small backwater town — actually just a hamlet, truth be told.
I have dozens of shots, but I’ll only post a few, to make it easier for folks to download this, but I did want to show at least one of the shots that shows you what the exhibit actually felt like and looked like.
The museum ran hundreds of shows while it was brick-and-mortar, and it will be running shows again in the new post-covid environments of the internet and beyond.
Yes, beyond. The internet has had its day and will soon be replaced by something that governments can control better.
You won’t be around to see the vapid result, however, we will all get together in the post-mortem of this time-hopping term paper excursion into the far-distant past, and have a good laugh, this I can promise you, because — like everything else you can possibly experience — it is written.
What isn’t Written Doesn’t Happen.
That’s a fact, Jack.
So why am I showing you these photos of Barry Moser?
Because I have a book that he produced — a book that contains original bound-in art produced personally by Barry in his art studio for the binding-into the aforesaid book.
In short,he illustrated it with woodcuts, and I’ll tell you just a little more about it:
John Brown’s Body, Stephen Vincent Benet — Book of the Month Club, Holt Rinehart & Winston, 1956, boxed hardcover, 1980 Edition, First Printing.
Handsome Boxed set, slipcase wrapped in purple cloth, small detailed portrait of John Brown mounted on front of case, red boards, burgundy cloth spine, orange title inset on front cover, gold stamped on spine.
Condition FINE. Corners sharp & square, text block clean, unmarked & unread.
Top edge dyed red, brown ribbon page marker, illustrated with TEN original wood engravings handprinted by Listed American Artist Barry Moser.
Beautiful introduction by Archibald MacLeish, light brown dustjacket with woodcut design on spine.
Here’s the book. Beautiful, no???
So the book, including digital copies of the photos, comes to you direct from Barry Moser to me to you, for the amazing low, low price of only $125.00!!!
Why?
Because it was donated by Barry to benefit the community, and we’re gonna put the bucks to work at our Fabulous Famous Free University, that’s why!
I have a whole buncha Barry’s stuff here, and it’s all intended to benefit the community, so let’s get to work TOGETHER to sell off these things and get the money working for us all.
See You At The Top!!!
gorby