I’m not sure that being productive is the same as being busy. Lately I have come in and worked constantly from the moment I finished my meal to 10:30 or later each night. Sometimes I get into the working mood around 4:00 p.m. were whenever I finish with the cows.

I have multiple tabs open and I continuously work in a focused manner although my focus does still shift between this task and that task and this thing that needs to be done before I can do that task and this download that needs to be done for that other task. I am in a mental rush of excitement as I play with the various AI graphic tools and lip sync tools and music tools and all of the new wonders that really kind of appeared in the middle of last year.

These are the things that will change our world as much as free photography and computers did if not more. It’s fun to be here for it because I get to see the loops of people reacting to it the same way that reacted to the internet or the same way they reacted to the Commodore 64 or print shop. Some people are afraid of jobs lost and others explain how jobs will be made and life will be better and nobody really has a clue what’s going to happen in two years time. Or two weeks time

But I’m enjoying it and the problem is I’m enjoying it so much It don’t do anything else and I do have things to do. I made five chicken and cow videos today which is my base for building a following online slowly. They’re fun but what’s more fun is making them interesting by adding creative things. When I was making my drug using videos I was always complaining that I wish I could share them with more people and be creative and now I can. Farm videos and music videos have a much wider reach than videos of me exhaling drug smoke.

But is it being productive? If every time I sit down with the intention of finishing the work from my customer and I end making a video of me fighting the hen for her eggs, is that being productive?

It’s being obsessive anyway. I just wish there was a way to make money with it. As I typed that I realized I was doing it again. I was talking about a joy that I get from doing something followed almost immediately by how I wish it was better. I hate when I do that