It occurs to me that there are some forces trying to get me to jack off WHENEVER POSSIBLE. Listen...look...read...there are times when I'm horny/randy/willing ot jack off. There are times when I just wanna chill and spend my time avoiding "The Borg". I think I've beaten the "Space Captain's Test" aka "The Kobayashi Maru". It's supposed to be an "unwinnable" test. A test that "can't bea beaten". I've beaten it...probably an innumerable amount of times now. The test that was supposed to "queer me up" is SO MAD that it's been trying and trying to get me to try and accept terms that I don't respond to.
Once, when I was in a comic book store known as Meltdown Comics, one of the sellers of comic books told me that he didn't like "Terfs". I didn't know what that term meant, so I didn't really have a response. I learned, later, that "Terf" is a term that means "Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminist". I don't care. I honestly don't care about what you think about straight men, unless you're a woman who wants to have sex with me, who I'm also attracted to.
Recently, someone contacted me about acquiring my art, for $500/week over a period of 6 months. I am worth more than that. I think that I've put more into this "simulation" or "pasture cube" to earn MORE THAN $500/week, each week, for the rest of my life.
I had a weird dream last night. Someone was pretending to be Ella, from the Amazon Prime series Fallout, and tried to convince me that I'm in some kind of a "solarium". I don't care. I don't care what your "goal" is with me. If you are a man with a penis and balls, or a penis and no balls, I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT TO DO WITH ME SEXUALLY!
Something tells me that the nerds on twitter have been using some kind of a character creator tool, trying to get me to "accept terms" that I've not been privy to. Something else tells me that my smartphone use, not associated with Apple, is an attempt to change my sexual preference. I've referred to this before. There's an animated movie made in the 1990's where one of the characters tries to "wish" for someone to be attracted to him. It didn't work.
I mentioned in a previous blog post that my life feels like it's on rails and I don't appreciate it. At one of the homeless shelters I stayed at, before this one, someone told me that I look like Robin Williams. I don't see the resemblance. This might be an attempt from the "Disney" company to get me to try and go to Disney Land or Disney World, while I'm homeless. The last time I was in Anaheim, everything felt weird. It felt different enough that I knew something was wrong.
Once, when I was high on marijuana, I thought of a video game idea where the player and friends could get high together. There were plans of scanning things into the digital world, from the real world, and there would be points involved. I think I beat that game, the day I had my car towed. The tow-truck driver asked me to follow them on twitter. I think that driver thought that I knew who he was, based on some kind of an "Eye-Phone" referenced on a cartoon called Futurama. The two-truck driver resembled a stand-up comedian known as Chris Hardwick...a name that seems to be made up. I once had an experience at a stand-up comedy show known as The Meltdown, and he asked me what I would do now that The Meltdown was canceled. I told him that I would probably do more stand-up comedy. He asked me to do one of my jokes, and I did. I got laughs from the entire crowd, and one of the hosts said "That's a pretty good joke". I've been proven that I'm funny. I know comedy. I know how to make people laugh. I know that I can make a living in the comedy realm.
If you or anyone you know, has a connection to the comedy universe, CONTACT ME in the comments section of this blog post.
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