Yes, it’s getting to be THAT TIME again, when the sirens of the world will wail out “Take Cover”, but there is no cover for nuclear, and there’s no cure for “Stupid”.
So while we’re waiting for that final “All Clear” signal, let’s engage ourselves in some worthy work, along the “Blessings” line. My stuff is made to carry Blessings. If it can’t carry Blessings, I don’t use it, sell it or recommend it, and that includes you-know-what.
Those of you who don’t know what are already Blessed.
I had the idea that we could develop a line of badges that represented various ideas, something for my “ClickBait” collection on zazzle.
So let’s consider some items that YOU could either resell or use as gifts, or both, and use as stocking-stuffers and random gifts of kindness.
I’m keeping the money level as far down as I can, but it’s not about money — it’s about interest, and interest depends upon personal profit, some kind of win.
If I could come up with something that ACTED LIKE MONEY but wasn’t money — wait a minute, we already have crypto.
Okay, so forget crypto. What if I could come up with an item that ABSOLUTELY EVERYBODY WILL WANT, and moreover, it’s almost free, at only $3.20 apiece — now that’s cheap! And I have a bunch of stuff like that, real cheap, but also very desirable, like a Cabbage Patch Doll or the latest Super-Barbie, which was the brainchild of my friend Jack Ryan, who also is famous as the Father of “Hot Wheels”, and other games and toys produced by Mattel, which also produced the plastic stock for the first run of M-15 and M-16 rifles.
The M-16 was full-auto. As a distance hitter who not only qualified “Expert” on the military range, as a non-com, I taught Trainfire, I personally dislike full-auto — no need for a second round.
So speaking of rounds, let’s see what I can round up for our annual CHRISTMAS STOCKING fillers. Even in Evil Times of Impending War and Famine, everybody hangs a stocking, regardless of political or religious affiliation, and these items that are stuffed into stockings and hung on the mantle or shelf or whatever, are what are called “stocking-stuffers”, which is anything BUT an orange or an apple or a lump of coal.
I’ve just made a few dozen badges, buttons of the metallic kind, featuring little quips and such, making them into “Clickbait” buttons of the sort that you’d encourage others to wear but probably not wear yourself.
Maybe you’d like to have a badge or button that expressed your membership in a more exclusive club, like the lapel-pins worn by members of Congress, for instance.
Well, then, you’d want to take a look at my Executive Lapel Pins — they’re silver-plated and they look absolutely gorgeous, first-class jewelry items and at a GREAT price that even YOU can afford!
Yes, “even you” can afford — never resist the temptation to insult the buyer and leave them wanting more.
In case you didn’t recognize that as a joke, let me assure you that it is.
Simple mottos may sell well on zazzle and redbubble, but add a graphic and you have a much more reliable winner, plus the guarantee of uniqueness, especially if your graphic carries an ID of some sort with it, because if it’s even slightly successful, you can expect to see knockoffs on every street corner.
That’s the worst part of the information revolution, the death of intellectual property, which means that you can be sure that your work will be ripped off immediately, and that you won’t see a penny of royalties, not ever.
If you can work out a way to somehow make a living like that, let me know. In the meantime, stick ’em up.
What I mean is, wanna buy something, cheap?
Let me re-phrase that: Want to buy something cheap?
That’s it, that expresses it exactly. I have some things that are or were cheap to make, and therefore can be purchased equally cheaply.
So how about it?
I’ll be offering a stunning variety of holiday gift ideas for your consideration. I don’t expect that you’d want to buy them — I thought you might take a flyer at trying to sell them, at a profit, which is any price higher than what you pay me for it, plus the postage, always the postage.
What I mean is, I have a lot of junk lying around, and I’ll be rummaging around in and among the piles of books and knick-knacks and art objects and antiques — that’d be us — and I’ll try to post what I’ve found, right here on my blog.
Lemme rummage a minute, and I’ll see what I can find…
Hmmm … nothing comes to hand at the moment, but I’ll keep looking. Is there anything in particular you were looking for?
Reminds me of the time I went into a small town restaurant. There was no menu, no sign on the wall with a menu, so I asked what they served.
“You name it, I got it,” the counterman assured me, so I said as how I’d like a steak and a baked potato and a side of creamed spinach.
“Ain’t got that,” he informed me.
“Okay, what about a chicken salad sandwich on whole wheat?” I asked.
“Don’t got that, either,” he replied.
“I thought you said if I named it, you’ve got it.”
“Yeah,” he smiled, “but you ain’t named it yet.”
Some of us think life’s a bit like that, but it isn’t, you know — it’s more like a tomato plant. If that leaves you without a clue, console yourself with the fact that you’re not alone.
Well, actually, you are alone, but that’s another story, something that only comes up when you’re alone, which happens when you’re not being here now. Have you ever tried being anywhere else?
That’s what my Essential Self Re-Education Program is all about. You put yourself there by trying to be elsewhere, as in my “Get Me Down From Here” exercise, and the “Sleep Induction” that wakes you up.
When you try to go to Point B, you put yourself on Point A — where else is there to be?
Why is it always my trip?
Whose else?
Now take that out there into the public and see how you do with it.
With what?
Exactly. The entire universe is one thing, and it’s alive in every sense of the word — how would you like it?
There is only one, so you’ll have to get used to it, and with some effort, even learn to like it. The endless universe is slightly farther in every direction than your fingertips can reach, just out of touch.
When you’re at the Edge of Creation as it unfolds, that’s when you really know what side of the butter the bread is on.
Do you know where your towel is right now? And what is the capital of South Dakota?
My little tea bags are fresh tea that I split up into equal parts so everyone helps to pay the bill.
I have English Breakfast, Irish Breakfast, Earl Grey and some Darjeeling.
Lessee, have I left anything out of this morning’s dissertation? Ah, of course, I neglected to mention that there’s only a few weeks left remaining until the mid-term elections, such as they are, and that historically, that’s the time that Hitler struck, on election night, to take over the state of Germany.
German’s already taken, move on down one more to Italy … uh, oh, looks like Italy’s taken, too. It’s hard to find a free nation anymore.
Guess we can look on down the road — I recommend watching Logan’s Run, to remind yourself of how to get along in a repressive military state.
Speaking of “doomed”, we’re about to be treated to another of those funny Jan 6 thingies on the telly, and we shouldn’t be surprised to hear more on the subject of absorption. I think it’s terrible that people should take a notion to care about whether someone’s absorbed or not.
I myself experience no shrinkage whatever, but that’s because I avoid hot water and I don’t eat fried foods or run after a bus — there’s always another bus.
Okay, once again the clock on the wall has said it’s time for breakfast and morning meeting, so off I go!
See You At The Top!!!
gorby