My new idea, created through a combination of sleep depervation, and strong edibles.
I have within my easy and free access, a method to have up to 12 simultanious, high quality webcam windows open with unbelievable quality. In addition, YouTube videos can be played on a bigger scren and shared.
This is the perfect set to create game shows. Think of it as easy game night with friends, except you don’t actually know your friends in advance, and you’re all in different places via web cams.
I could host, streaming live on youtube and/or parascope or whatever.
The people chosen to fill out the squares can be anyone as long as they understand basic talking ettiquette and won’t bring drama.
or – you could always create wretling style drama with back stories for the players of silly games like Cards Against Humanity. Today I realized *Ding today I learned crosspost opportunity.
Today I learned that the Google Play Store and presumably the Apple App Store both have a lot of neat simple multi player party games that can be played by 11 friends, or 10 friends and Anthony Anderson’s mother. #isthatathing?
Start easy. 6 friends download the game, sign into a private room and play it, while live on a voice video webcam.
One of my other ideas was to sell mini drama stories that can come and go quickly in a chat room or chat group that is dead or quiet. A soap opera totally improved along a basic storyline, much like a Christopher Guest film or the fantasticly creative Train48. It would be intersting to see how long it takes for others to clue in that it can’t be real. Some would play along.
I had reason to post this on Facebook the other day. It’s fun when you get the chance to understand a joke before somebody else. It’s a pride point you can… I should say, I can. I’ve gotten used to the idea that the emotional struggles I describe and exhibit are not just me. The Internet has shown us that almost nothing is just me.
I AM ONE OF THE ME’S
And by that, I just mean that virtually everything has … almost nothing … I lost my flow as the WordPress tool did a little screen dance that distracted me. The idea of ONE OF THE MEs just means there are others out there that get it. That understad… they just don’t happen to be within your circles currently.
blackout
Whoooosh. A wind storm of thoughts flooded my pause. Looking at the word blackout above triggered some stories. The first time I heard the word was at a performace of The Second City in Toronto. As I thought about typing that, it occured to me that for many readers, they will have heard about it at Thanksgiving perhaps, or Fridays. Different lives…
I used the word blackout because I have started to grow out of love for my precious Zeppelin meme. It may however attach itself to me and spread slowly through the underground.
I grin.
I grin because I know something as I write these words, that you don’t as you read them. I know my edibles are starting to kick in a bit.
I like the show Drunk History in concept. I enjoy seeing elevated mood people as long as they’re still on the up side of their intoxication. In general, I have never been a fan of alcohol. I managed to squeeze my entire life’s time as a drinker to 2 years just before I turned 30 if you don’t count the single mouthful of Crown Royale from the basement fridge when I was young. It was so horrible I don’t remember if I spit it out into the washing drain sink, or just on the floor, because it had a huge drain right near the fridge.
I never spoke of it, and never touched alcohol again until I was in BC for my sisters wedding and the people at the Keg steakhouse assured me that you could hardly taste the alcohol in their Killer Koolaide.
I had several. Keg Size.
I got drunk often over the next two years but never once experienced any of the symptoms others seemed to. In my two years as a drinker, the timing by no coincidence was within the years I spent as one of the cool regulars in a strip club. I was innocent and ignorant of how wild Strip clubs were in Toronto back in the 90’s. I think shortly after transitioning from the original “table dancers” where the women would do their pole dance routine, but in front of you on a tiny foot stand. There may have been … no, probably not at first. No touching but full nude in an alcohol bar. I don’t remember if cigarettes were still the norm in bars during my strip club times. I don’t remember the smell, so I guess they’d banned indoor smoking by then. Yes. The 24 hour pool hall we’d hang out at on acid on the nights that didn’t have a rave.
I only have about 6 stories from my rave days. Perhaps 8 if I think of more while I talk, as it often the case. It was enjoyable to flash through all of them just now in my head. I have discovered a use for the almost useless new toy I should not have bought with money that is no longer mine.
I have said many times, that my dream is that the START is what I enjoy, but since I know it’s a virtual given that alone, I can not coplete. My mental blocks have cost me thousands of dollars and respect.
I believe that if I ever get into the posution were a team is either financed, sponsored or just doing it without financial incentive. I understand it is hard to believe somebody who says they’d do this for free if they didn’t have to earn to live. In reality of course, priorities change when you don’t have to work to survive.
I spend about $2000 a month to enjoy my NOW if I have it.
ding aside. Huge revelation lightbulb. My arm weirdness might actually be carpel tunnel, from using my thumb at an odd angle when I press shift or space with it. I do not know whether the thumb was the cause or the effect but I changed position.
Note to self. Hey. Youre the guy not leaving his bed for a week with more than one pee bottle nearby and a half pizza that missed the first recycle so its at least 13 days old.
fucking start one.
I have let myself believe my mental block might include an inability to ask.
I witnessed my impatience had become short because my anxiety over inconvenicing anyone is dibilitating.
I am crushed each time I sence your frstration. I have created an envirnment where your smile is like Sandra Bullock having to keep the bus above 55. I crumble and am capable of harsh unedited statements or actions.
I may be exagurating as my elevated …
phase two. What I was geiing.
stop.
no more blogging on this for now.
bad ergonomics.
end of part 1e99
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