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My job is a pyramid scheme.  It may not look like one from the outside, but on the inside, it does.  There’s one guy at the top, a boss or whatever, then there’s like four or five people directly under him, whose main job is to do most of the managerial type work, then below that, there’s more customer service people than the managerial people, and then below that there are cashiers and baggers, whose numbers outlive the rest of the entire store.  There are some side jobs, like stocking and meat and dairy departments, but those are also mini pyramid schemes on a much smaller scale.  But here’s how they run.  The people at the top make the most money and it trickles down to the lowest job, which is actually the most physically demanding, and most likelly the person that doest he most work, but he makes much less than the people at the top who have it pretty good because they don’t have to do hardly any work.  So therein lies the problem.  People really need to stop having jobs like this where everyone gets taken advantage of except the person at the top.  That person stands for everything I hate.  Be back in a couple of days, but just thought I’d point this out.

LAst night, I finally got to see the special I was planning to see all week.  He finally went on and did his thing.  He was absolutely wonderful beyone my expectations and I could not believe how many one-liners he squeezed into an hour special.  He even did a couple of songs, one which was barely audiable.  He is the embodiment of post-modern weirdness and he definitely showed true to form last night.  Just some of the crazy things he said were so absurd you had to laugh.  I’ll have a review soon after I watch it again because I have to see how many jokes he actually did and how many got a decent laugh and all those scientific formulas.  But I’m really glad he decided to do something like this and I’m sure that many people watched it anticipating gold and they were not disappointed.  I’m so glad that this happened and I had been waiting for this for years, so it really did everything to justice.  I’m not really in a position this week to do much posting, so after this week is over, I’ll post much more frequently, but I’m on a semi-vacation.  So if there are only one or two posts this week, understand that I really don’t have time to post.  I have a friend staying here for a week and we’re going to paint the town red.  I got the week off from work, which could ultimately contribute to me deciding whether or not I want that job anymore.  I’ve decided to go back to college for at least another two years to try and fulfill my degree in Mathematics.  I’m also considering minoring in Spanish.  But I will not try to make that a real career.  Maybe I’ll do it for awhile because I don’t mind math, but I’m eventually going to have to move up north and pursue my comedy passion.  I’m really hoping to make it big or if not, just to have fun doing it.  It’s not a question of external success.  It’s the process by which I think of things and the way I am.  I want to display myself to the world.  This is my utmost desire.  So keep reading my blog and invite your friends to read it, too.  Eventually, I’m going to put clips of my standup up here as soon as I figure out how to fucking format it.  Well, it’s been fun talking, but I’ve got to prepare for a fun-filled day.

There are so many ways to waste time.  Some of it is productive and the other half of it is destructive.  Wasting time is an art form, but sometimes it can turn into a disaster.  You have to waste time intelligently or else wasting time will become wasting your life.  And if you waste your life, you might as well not have been born in the first place.  Time is a waste of time.  So if you can get good useage out of your time, then wasting it will really be using it. 

Here’s an example.  You come home from work after a tough day and you plop down on the couch and look for the remote because you want to see what’s on TV.  You’re not turning it on for any particular reason, but just looking to see if there’s something on.  And even if you don’t find something even remotely interesting, you still watch the least repulsive thing on.  Maybe it’s a nature show, who knows?  But you just sit there for an hour, two hours, or six hours, watching somthing you really don’t even care for just because you don’t have anything else to do with that spare time.  I would rather sit on that same couch just thinking for six hours than watch something I don’t really care for.  I would rather work on my set list before I would sit there and waste time. 

When I waste time, I like to do it actively.  I like to have my mind or body engaged in something when I am wasting. I’d rather not waste time passively, because it’s like just watching something or someone while you remain dormant, both physically and mentally.  One example is reading an entire newspaper just because you want to justify the fifty ents you spent on it.  You even read the “How to Please Your Man” article.  But why do that when you could be doing something you enjoy, not something you feel forced to do because of a specific cost.  I’ve bought many books that I just stopped reading because I felt they were a waste of time.  I said, “I could waste my time doing better things.”

Sometimes I shift into comedy mode and have five or six jokes come out in an hour.  While it looks like I’m just sitting here doing nothing, wasting time, my mind is working at such a rapid pace that NASA couldn’t track it.  To you, it may seem like doing that is a waste of time, but to me, it’s like doing that is the best possible use of my time.  I’d much rather do that than spend two hours of my life watching “War in Iraq” coverage or the Super Bowl Sunday Pregame show.  And making good use of your time doesn’t have to cost you any money.  Just spend time hanging out with people you like to hang out with.  It’s better than watching The Real World and watching other people hang out with their friends.  How dumb is that?  We actually watch people hang out with other people and take some kind of entertainment value out of it. 

I hate it when people say, “I don’t have any time to do that.”  That’s a bunch of crap.  Listen, with all the time people waste, I’m sure you could put your iPod Nano on pause and stop watching retarded videos on YouTube while eating a gigantic hot pretzel in your underwear.  Get off your ass and do something!  Well, you may not need to get off your ass, but at least do something.  You can still waste time, but just do it more actively.  That’s what I do and I find that I do have enough time.

 Now I’m not saying you have to become some super overcachiever because even that is a waste of time if you don’t know why you’re doing it.  I was listening to a podcast on “The Lazy Way to Success,” and I remember the guy saying that you don’t have to be a driven person to be productive.  Just don’t do nothing the wrong way or you’ll get nothing.  Don’t wate time, but use your time productively while relaxing as well.  Put your income on autopilot or something so that you’re not going to the office for X amount of hours and getting paid X amount of dollars.  You could do so many more productive things with that time.  You’re way better off finding easier ways to make money so that you can use less time to make money, which in turn will allow you to waste time in the manner you see fit.

I am amazed at all the news storeis that pass on a typical day.  I’ma also amazed at all the experiences I have and how many of them aren’t remembered.  Sure, a select few are remembered as the “significant” ones, but for the most part, many of my experiences are not remembered.  I can remember some of my most cherished memories with the most accurate detail you could imagine, but some things that just don’t seem to matter, like when my friends ask me, “What did you do today?”  I usually can’t remember that.  I think the problem is that my short term memory is very lousy, but my long-term memory is pretty awesome.  So if you were to ask me what I did yesterday five years from now, I would be able to tell you in great detail what I did yesterday.

So how does memory relate to comedy?  Sure, there area obvious things, like remembering your lines or omitting certain words, but there is so much more memory applied to comedy.  Memory is a very important part of comedy.  You have to be able to visualize what you are talking about.  Once you do that, you have to remember what kind of mood you were in when you first thought of the joke.  And you have to apply it. You have to really think the way you tell the joke.  You can’t tell a joke and be thinking about if you left your stove running.  You have to remember the creative process that led to that joke, which will make it seem more spontaneous than if you just rehearse a bunch of words.  Sure, you still get the gist of it that way, but it’s not as authentic to the way you first came up with it.

 For example, I did a joke once about how I had a dream that I worked at my job and I went to my boss and said, “I worked nine hours last night in my dream.  Don’t you think I should get paid for that?”  And he was like, “No, unless you want to be paid in dream dollars.”  And I was pissed off.  “You’ve taken my life, my freedom, and now you want to take my dreams too?  For no pay?  Fuck this, I quit.”  I remember when thnking up that joke, I put a lot of emotion into it.  I was really mad about how I had a dream about working.  I want my dreams to be pleasureable, not about work. 

The only real reason I’m working at a supermarket is because I want to do research of a script I’m working on about working in supermarkets and how irritating that can be.  Like I want to get the real feel of the place.  So I’m carrying around this little notebook that fits in my pocket.  Every time something funny or something that kind of pissed me off happens, I write it down and i later look back on it and see if it strikes an emotional chord with me.  It can either be funny, frustrating, or just plain awful.  But if it does strike that kind of chord with me, it has a good chance of striking the same chord with the audience.

Emotion is a key component to memory.  If something makes you really mad or really happy, you’ll be sure to remember those incidents more than the things that mkae you indifferent or mundane.  If something makes you laugh really hard or makes you so mad you can’t think straight, you’ll tend to put that in the emotional part of your brain, which make you remember it more.

Another way I try to remember jokes is through intense visualization.  Like if I have a joke about, say juicers, which I do, I visualize this scene in which I’m frustrated as hell because every apple I put intot he juicer either gets stuck or only produces a small amount of juice.  Then there’s the pulp flying everywhere and the machine is so loud I feel like I’m at a concert near the speaker.  And then I finally put fifty apples in the damn juicer to get five ounces and it tastes terrible.  That’s the whole visualization, and it only takes about five seconds to go through all that, but it helps me with the order of the sentences of the joke and the ideas flowing correctly.  And finally, it leads to the findal conclusion.  All that work and it tastes awful.

Lsstly, I’m sure we’re all familliar with mnemonics.  These are basic memory aids, such as PEMDAS for order of operations, or the “Please excuse my dear aunt Sally.”  Whatever.  I’m sure some conedians have a long list of words or letters to help them memorize their jokes, but I find if you do it that way, you may come off as amateurish because it’s jsut kind of disorganized or too organized, whatever it is. 

If you’re that afraid you’ll forget the lines, put a piece of paper in your pocket.  Write some emergency jokes on it, or just put some emergency jokes in the back of your mind.  Jokes that you know will kill.  Jokes that you know are great.  Jokes that you wouldn’t normally use in that environment.  The audience loves surprise.  And if you ever find yourself where you can’t remember things, just pull the paper out and do some stuff from there.  That’s what I’ve done sometimes and it worked out pretty good. 

I never go up there with a set list, though.  Here’s why.  If I ever forget material, there will be this awkward pause.  And during that awkward pause, I’ve got to go in my pocket, then look down a list to figure out where I left off and that takes even more time.  Just a couple of jokes handy could allow for a great turnaround.  But affter that, it should get you back on track.  If not, just get off the stage.  You’ve told a couple of your best jokes already. 

I would love to start going audo blogs, but I’m not sure how to do them yet. I’m sure it would be more beneficial to some extent as it would be easier to listen to them while you do other things, like clean your computer desk or make love to your spouse. But I really don’t know how to do it yet. It’s just something I have to work on to perfect my blogmanship. I know that’s not a word, but it has been put into my dictionary of words that aren’t but should be. I’m looking forward to possibly doing podcasts as well, but it’s all a means of finding the skills necessary to do so.

A second project I want to add to this blog is some sort of comic strip I’m working on that’s going to be really funny. I also would like to turn this comic into an animation. It will not be easy, but I’m willing to invest the time and effort to make it happen. I just feel it will be a very rewarding project to work on, both for my humorous goals and for your enjoyment. I’ll just have to create some preliminary pictures using Paint or something so that I can work from some sort of groundwork. I’m doing this to express my comedy further to a larger audience and making sure I can become someone who has multiple resources to make people laugh. It’s all about creating things that are real to me. I’m not going to make things that aren’t funny to me just because they might be popular. It’s all about self-expression. And this is why I hope to one day have nice things. It might take me ten years, but the nice things will come. They’re on their way, it’s just a matter of time. But I just thought I’d check in and update what I’m working on. Thank you.

I’m not a morning person.  Some people are.  Some people wake up feeling energized and why shouldn’t they?  They’ve spend the last eight or so hours resting.  But that doesn’t mean you should have to deal with them at the office, on the bus to work, or at the coffee shop.  You ever been really tired or had a headeache and you’re at work and one of these “morning people” comes by, all full of energy and laughing it up and you’re like, “Could you tone it down a little?  I’m kind of groggy.”  There are two solutions to this problem and let’s get right down to it:

The first solution is to avoid them all-together.  Lock the door of your office or simply don’t show up to work until you’r enot groggy.  Who cares what your boss thinks?  He’s not the boss of you.  You are the ultimate boss in your life.  Another thing you could do is just not respond to the morning people.  What you do if you see them passing in the hall is to just snub them.  And they’ll naturally say, “Is anything wrong?” but don’t fall into that trap.  Just keep walking.  That’s bring their little happy trip down about three notches.  These people are like energy vaccuums.  They take the little energy you have and use it to exhaust you to the point of not return.  But total outright avoidance is pretty good.  I recommend it.

Another tactic is to become a morning person.  Here’s how you do it.  Let’s say you’re groggy for the first two hours at work.  So wake up two hours earlier and maybe go to bed an hour later and you’ll be a little more energetic.  You may not be able to be as peppy as Jim from accounting, but maybe you’ll be able to withstand their barrage of, “Tony! How are you?!  It’s so great to see you!!!”  Or you could come up with a witty remark about them.  You’ll probably have a little more of your timing back, seeing as you woke up a couple hours earier, so you could say something that makes them question why they’re so damn happy in the morning.  Maybe that will shut them up.  Probably not.

A third and alternative option is for the people who have had it completely.  Just throw all the morning people down a flight of stairs.  That’s all.  Let them know that  you don’t mess around.  You get right to the point.  And when they haul you off to jail, you’ll have some other types of people to deal with.  The morning rapists.  But at least they you won’t have to sit through another, ‘How are you?  O wonderful!” seminar.  I haven’t tried this approach personally, but I’m sure it works pretty well. 

I’m not trying to offend morning people.  I really think that’s great if that’s the way you are.  But even if you feel really good in the morning, keep in mind that around four or five P.M., when you’re starting to lose that energy, an afternoon person might stop on by and do the same thing to you, leaving you for dead, in energy of course.  That’s why I always try and concserve my energy until around four.  That way I can get my revenge and then I’ll be beaming on the way home from work. 

I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately, way too much in fact.  Steve Pavlina’s website has a lot of articles about monetizing your blog in order to maek a living out of it.  That would be amazing if I could do that eventually, but this blog is just in its infancy.  I’ve got to build something up before I take this into high gear.  I have a lot to learn about different web technologies, which I hope to cover in the next few weeks.  I need to learn how to use trackbacks and social bookmarking to somehow boost this blog’s traffic.  I need some way to get myself out there.  I’m not going to advertise or anything.  I just want to get this into high gear.  There are many reasons why I want to monetize this blog and I’ll go over them below.

1.  Freedom:  By freedom I mean freedom from a job, freedom from being in a time-bound job.    I feel that a job like that really limits the amount of money you can make to when you are working.  If you have a blog, every time someone visits it or clicks on an ad or whatever, they end up making a certain amount of money for you.  It could happen now, later, next wek, whatever.  All I know is that if I’m getting paid all the time, I’ll be much more independent of other people’s work schedules and I can write when I want to write and not when I don’t feel like it.

2.  An Amazing Paradigm:  Just imagine, my blog, the thing I use to write personal thoughts and articles in, could be my means of income.  That is just very motivating to me.  I write an article and it makes me money.  Not just in the here and now, but for many many months or years.  People will read it now, and others will read it later.  It’s quite amazing.  It’s not like writing an article in the newspaper because when you do that, people read it for one day and then forget about it.  Even magazines are forgotten after a month or so.  But a blog is a permanent fixture barring a massive internet crash.  So, it’s really not a bad idea in a nutshell.  I want to create content first, however.  That is my main goal.  Create valuable content and then see if people read it, and make money off of it.  Not millions, that’s not what I’m looking for.  I’m just looking for enough to cover my expenses and then a little more for security.

3. Way Better Than Having a Job:  This kind of work is way better than having a job because I can’t get fired.  There is no one who can say I have to stop blogging.  And even if one of my sources of income doesn’t work out, I still have all the others.  There’s no way that it can really fail completely, unless I don’t get the traffice.  I intend for more traffic right now.  Then I can just concentrate on this site, my stand-up comedy, and my social life.  Right now, I’m working a job, writing on this site, writing jokes in my spare time, looking for places to perform, etc, etc, etc.  And work doesn’t challenge me.  It’s too easy.  It’s like asking me to read a book.  It’s completely irrelevant.  It’s not going to make a difference.  When I die, I won’t get a broadcast to remember the cashier from BI-LO at the Beach.  So I have a distinct feeling that what I’m doing now is thirty to one hundred times more gratifying than a stupid job.

4. The Impact:  I have millions of people at my fingertips here.  Every article I write has the potential to be viewed my millions.  That is very motivating, but it also places a lot of responsibility on my shoulders.  I have to make sure what I write won’t hurt people, but will help them.  I’m going to share personal stories and how I dealt with certain things in my life.  I’m going to write humorous posts to make you laugh.  I’m going to write abstract ideas down that would be pretty funny if it happened. 

5. Expression:  My personal expression of comedy is something that I embrace to the fullest extent.  I will talk about things that may offend you, some that may leave you laughing so hard you will suffer a massive coronary.  But we will embark on this journey together.  It will be an amazing experience and I want you to stay tuned for some amazing and possibly peculiar topics on conversation.  It’s going to be amazing.

6.  Motivation:  I feel motivated to write almost every day.  And when I don’t, I just don’t.  And it’s my choice.  There’s no boss saying, “I want those reports on my desk by five.”  It’s more like, “I’ll get that done whenver I want to.”  And that’s the way it’s going to be.  Forget deadlines, forget tests, forget all those things that other people make to have you prove yourself.  Who are they to judge what you know?  And who are they to give you deadlines?  Life shouldn’t be about deadlines, they should be about expression and motivation.  That’s all I have to say today.  Have a nice weekend.

You ever not and say you did?  Isn’t that just an amazing feeling.  For some reason, laziness isn’t looked upon in a favorable fashion today.  People don’t give credit where credit is due.  A man who spends a year sitting on his ass, pondering the inner workings of reality is a bum, but the guy who works 60-hour weeks at the toy factory is some sort of contributor.  Sure, you could argue that sitting around on your ass doesn’t bring you any money, but making toys surely doesn’t get you any closer to understanding yourself.  Some people work hard for their money and others don’t.  Sometimes I do.  Sometimes I don’t.  It all depends what I feel like doing.  And that’s the way it should be.  I’m tired of quotes like, “He’s a real go-getter,” or “He works harder than everyone else combined.”  So what?  All that says is that person will put up with more crap than the rest of us will withstand.  Should someone really be praised for working overtime or pulled aside, talked to, and told that the way to live your life isn’t working all the time. 

It’s not easy to understand the facets at work here.  Some people do have a family that they have to support, so therefore they have to put up with the shit every day that they go into work.  Because if they don’t, their family will go hungry and broke to the point that they have to go on welfare, and no one wants to see their family on welfare because the husband wouldn’t put up with shit.  Life is full of bullshit.  It’s immersed in bullshit.  Everywhere you look, there’s bullshit.  And you have to deal with it.  But you shouldn’t have to put up with it.

I’m trying to eloquently describe the way some people see the world.  Some people say, “I have a bad job, but that’s life.”  Other people say, “I have a bad job.  Fuck that,” and they get a new one.  And then there’s the select few that say, “I don’t have a job, so there’s no possibility that I have a bad job.”  And they wander the streets, from soup kitchen to soup kitchen, looking for their next meal. 

What some people don’t understand is that laziness is not a choice.  it’s a way of life.  Some people praise it, while others loathe it.  But we all have to admit, it’s there.  Everyone is lazy at some point in their lives.  That time you slept in an extra hour?  When you tried to shoot paper into the trashcan?  The time you spent six hours looking for the remote when you could have just turned the damn TV on manually?  These are the days of our lives.  What about when butter went out on the market?  No more butter churns.  People got lazy.  They didn’t want to churn butter anymore.  They said, “It’s too hard.  Have someone or something else do it.”  And now butter is churned by a machine, I think. 

Laziness knows no race, no color, and no creed.  It befalls every human being at some point, and yet, most people shy away from it.  Why?  Because laziness has such negative connotations.  Phrases like, “you lazy bastard” and “sloth-ass mother fucker” are peppered throughout the history books when describing the less motivated.  But did any of that change those people’s ways?  Most likely, the person being insulted was too lazy to listen.  So those negative connotations really did nothing except fuel the fire.  Now people who hear about the benefits of being lazy are joining the masses for an apathetic strike.  One that can be done from everyone’s living room while watching their favorite episode of Sanford and Son. 

Sometimes I think, “Wow, there’s so much to do out in that world that I can’t possibly justify just sitting here.”  Sometimes I don’t.  That’s why I love America.  It’s my life choice to be lazy.  Call it an alternative lifestyle if you will, but don’t you dare try and censor me.  I will do everything I can to get this word out.  And all of you will read this, because I know no one can be so lazy they can’t read 1000 words.  In other words, I’ll have the Cliff Notes version of this post in on Friday.  Peace.

I was working today for about nine hours at my current place of employment.  It’s called BI-Lo at the Beach and it’s quite a crazy place.  It’s this supermarket located in Myrtle Beach, SC.  I’m cashiering there right now.  It could be better and it could be worse, but most notably, it could be better.  It’s just I wonder about the older people working there.  They’ve worked at jobs like this their whole lives, always having to succumb to the demands of a domineering overseer just so they can afford the rent on their trailer and make it another month without declaring bankruptcy.  I just feel bad for them.  How come they live like that and accept that this is the way life has to be?  Because, most likely, their parents did the same thing, and their parents before them, and on through all the generations.  It’s sad, really.  It’s what they refer to in psychology as generational poverty. 

And they work, sometimes two, three jobs just to pay for their children to have food and inadequate shelter, never knowing when their income could be turned off by a minor mental mistake at the office.  Maybe “office” isn’t the right word.  I think I have a better one.  Plantation.  A group of people doing mindless, tedious, repetitive labor for inadequate shelter and low quality food.  Does that not sound like slavery to you?  Sure, you could argue that they could choose not to work, but where would that leave them?  Jobless, homeless, and possibly hairless (if they can’t afford their Hair Club for Men membership).  It’s just something that they have to do.  And it’s so hard to get out.  How many times do you hear of some poor kid getting into Harvard with a 1600 on his SATs?  Maybe once, twice a decade, if that.  But you hear so many stories about the poor people who remain poor and live poor for the rest of their natural lives, like they’re not good enough to experience lavish decorations, chandeleers, or winter skiing trips in Aspen. 

Money:  the necessary evil.  Money can turn people into animals.  It can force people to go against everything they feel is right and justified.  But when a man is offered one million dollars a year to work as a CEO in the tobacco companies, how could he possibly say no?  Because everyone wants money.  And when they get money, they want more.  They use it to feel secure.  But no matter how much money they get, no matter how secure they feel, they want more of both.  And it becomes an obsession. 

One of the big perks of having a lot of money is FREEDOM.  The freedom to do whatever you want, with no one holding you down.  Not even the man.  Just imagine waking up, going to anywhere you want to go, buying anything you want to buy, having anything you want to have.  Sounds great, doesn’t it?  But how can someone who makes minimum wage, working his or her entire life, ever expect to do that?  It’s not possible.  A job is the devil.  You trade your time for money.  It’s not logical.  You only have so much time.  But you can make millions of dollars.  Look at all the millionaires.  Do you think any of them have an hourly salary?  I doubt it.  It’s all about finding opportunities outside the realm of a job, where you are employed under some company with some guy telling you how to live your life wihout your opinion ever being considered seriously.  Now, I’m not saying quit your job or anything, but use the time you have, the extra five or six hours a day you’re not working, and do what you love, what you’re passionate about.  Don’t waste your time watching TV, or zoning out drinking alcohol or doing drugs.  It’s just stupid.  Develop your passionate skills into a competency and use them eventually to make lots of money not as an employee, but as an entrepreneur.  That is a strategy that has made hundreds of people millions of dollars.  And it can work for you too.

 I’m tired of looking at people who work these insanely boring jobs, like the one I’m doing now, and ask them, “What did you want to be before “this” happened?”  It’s just so demoralizing. And these stories about how they can never make ends meet.  It’s depressing and that’s all they ever think about.  So they attract those sort of things into their life.  You are what you think.  I know I’m not the first to say that, but it’s true.  I’ll close with a story about the working poor I experienced today:

I was at my register and these two very rugged-looking women approached my cash register.  They had a bunch of groceries and I knew, without them saying a word, that they were using food stamps to pay.  Of course, when I finished scanning the order, they paid with their EBT card.  Then one of the women says to the other, “Hey, can you get me a carton of cigarettes over at customer service?”  That thirty dollars spent on the wastefulness of cigarettes could have been spent on something that made them both happy.  Instead, they chose to sink down into an addictive habit that consumes most of the poverty-stricken population.  Until next time, dream your life, then live your dreams.

I’ll tell you something that really inspires me. Not having a job. By job, I mean having to go somewhere where you are paid by the hour or on some fixed salary and you have no real control over how much money you make. A place just like the one I’m working at right now. It’s called BI-LO at the Beach. It’s a supermarket and it’s one HELL of a place to work. And I mean that literally. It’s low-paying, high-demand, and worst of all, it’s not what I want to do with my life. That’s why I’m working on developing my comedy skills and looking for places in Myrtle Beach to go out and start performing so that eventually, I can turn that into a source of income. I also aim to make this blog another source of income for me. Once I build the traffic, which is already happening as I type this, it will be a matter of time before I launch this into a wonderful income generating system. I may use Google Adsense or something similar at first and just experiment with different configurations. It’s all about creating some blogopsheric property that people find valuable. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.

It’s all about doing something that inspires you. Blogging inspires me right now because it’s a way to get my thoughts and experiences out there in the blogosphere. Which is growing at an unfathomable rate, not to mention. I want to embrace who I am and what I’m on this Earth to do and I’m going to record all of it in this mainstream blog. Look forward to audio blogs coming up in the near future. That seems like something that will be fun to do. Also, I’m hoping to expand upon just blogging. I may eventually develop some sort of website that’s all-inclusive to comedy. I may partner up with some fellow comedians in order to do this. I’m not sure yet, but I do know that this will be a driving force in my life. Not having a job or not being an employee, whichever you prefer to call this paradigm I’m exploring, is going to be quite an interesting way to live my life.

People say that if you’re not doing what you love in life, there’s no reason to live, except for what other people want. If you don’t make a concrete decision yourself, someone will make a decision for you. Ever since I was about sixteen, I’ve dreamt of having my own comedy special and being a popular comedian, but not too popular. I don’t want to let the fame go to my head. I want to be someone that people love to watch, but they don’t get bored with me because of overexposure. I just want to make enough income through this blog and through performances to support myself and maybe my family, if I ever get married and have children. I don’t want to be overly rich because what the hell am I going to do with 500 million dollars? I’ll get bored as hell with it. Sure, I could give some of it away, but I’ve always felt service to a cause you enjoy is more rewarding than just handing them a check. Money is a great servant, but a terrible master. That’s what Marc Allen said in his book, Type Z Guide to Success With Ease. You’ll really enjoy it, it’s an ebook or a regular book I think. The ebook is interactive, somewhat. I really enjoyed reading it. But it’s not just about my dream of making money without having to conform to some asshole boss’s standards. It’s about all our dreams of doing just that. Join me in your quest to drop the whole employee mindset and become happily unemployed, happily jobless. Leave a comment and we’ll discuss how exactly you can accomplish this later, as I have some other things to discuss in the next few days. Go for your dream, not what someone else tells you your dream is. Have a nice day.