Between defeats, bad luck, and rip offs, I suffer.  There have been turning points in my life when lies to me that I believed made a real huge difference in how things have turned out.

In particular my performing career as a Stand-Up comic was affected by events surrounding a performance I gave as my present at the wedding.  Was all I had.  Brides father said he owned a Comic Club in FLL.  Said I had a job waiting as MC in three weeks.  I went hitch hiking up and down the East Coast with notable adventures in Maine and Buffalo.

Got home to NC.  Ready to go.  Make calls.  No answers.

Finally the bride says, "My father lies a lot, we don’t know why."

I drifted back into Aviation Ground Services.  If I had continued more strongly to make a fool of myself I ought to have now bought a few airports.  You can make a lot of money making a fool of yourself.

After some failures, or after simply getting fed up with some sorts of work, and lifestyles I would retreat and just show up for what would give me some cash.

Part Two:

While I consider Faulkner’s Absolam Absolam the great perfect poem about how the great tragedy is to live according to incorrect ideals, it was apparently his own concept of the past as present he was intent on making clear.

Where do we go from here?

James Jones had great influence over me, and titled his book From Here to Eternity in the first of his WWII trilogy.  There is no future.  There is only the past and the present.

Part III.

The local boys are out of school for the summer and have little to do.  They go shopping, which for them is stealing.  I need to buy a shipping container to stock with comic books so they will have to satisfy their retail therapy with some coins.  My goal is to correct their ways through comic books, while allowing them to conform.

The local IGX Museum is supposedly to close.  Purchase of their assets put in a shipping container where I have a little job, has local potential as a private museum collection, for which enterance could be charged.[p]

The main export of the IGX area is music.  The IGX museum may as well be the James Taylor Museum.  The IGX museum would not be closing if James Taylor did a concert to support it.

IGX wouldn’t be so bad off if IGX was run better.

Things are bad.  Many look forward to silent days.  Death is quiet, and around hear the quiet life is cherished over life.

Fuck the quiet life. 

Russell Scott Day

I didn’t think as badly of President Obama’s speech last night, as many others.  Course I don’t expect Mr. Obama to be an engineer, and feel that his Science Chu guy is about experts as well.

I had an original theory at the very onset of the disaster that I expected to be shot down, or unneeded.

DROPPING STEEL BALLS all over the blow out was my first idea.

My second idea was electric arc welding melting shut the metal pipes and Blow out Protector, was my second idea.

My third more techinical idea was to flute the pipe below the cut off, put stop over the cut off pipe, and then introduce "mud" or whatever at the flutes so pressure drove it to a clogging stop.

I am about back to my original reactive idea due to the continuing blow out at the bottom of the sea.  Some reports imply that there is spew coming now from even below the ocean floor surface.

Since this is a massive disaster, I figure it calls for a massive reaction.  Hence I return now to my original concept that was Balls of Steel, Big Balls, Heavy Balls,  Balls in mounds and balls blanketing the ocean floor.

Steel Balls used to test cranes, or used as wrecking balls are not numerous enough, so it is suggested to use concrete balls.

My friend says that the pressure would break the concrete balls apart, but I don’t think so, long as there are no air bubbles in the cast concrete balls.

I don’t think bowling balls would come apart.

The basic idea is First Aid as applied normally to wounds.  APPLY PRESSURE, and STOP THE BLEEDING. 

Damn I need some money to fix some of these problems.

Otherwise the April Fools Day Speech is on my mind.

Otherwise tomorrow will be better, slightly.

I worked up a budget of what it might well take in US dollars to assemble three shipping containers into a Block, erectile or Neighborhood Center in Port-au-Prince.

The events in Haiti have pushed me to think hard and practically about Transcendia as a more powerful thing.

All my prior concepts and theories are in my face.

Do them, or don’t really do them?

Where will the money come from?

Donations sure haven’t worked out.

The tattoo transfer thing hasn’t produced.

Links haven’t paid.

Ad revenue doesn’t exist.

The clothing with the flag on it available hasn’t sold.

My screenplay and tv series hasn’t sold.

I’d like to get some cash flow so as to not be a beggar.

There are tools I like, and things I feel are worth having that I’d like to sell on the site.

Eth Ad was a name I made up for an advertising marketing company pledged to only sell working useful things.

There is a War going on I need some money to fight.

It is a secret war.

PART II.

Mind Game Time Spend Structure.

A Satisfying Blend of Work and play and Entertainment.

Such a place, onestop cyberlife.

Life of the Mind, some Paying work, Public Service, some music and a movie.

Hey, some Erotica, and some art too!

Adults around here.