So, my brother offered to buy me some equipment when he travels to Miami.
All I had to do was look up model numbers, write them down in an idiot-proof way, and receive the gifts which he would gain credit card travel miles from buying. Wouldn’t cost me financially.
I couldn’t get motivated, no matter how much I need the equipment, it feels too much like begging.
Part of shopping’s fun is knowing you have the capability to buy things.
It might take a while longer but my major bottleneck is indirect (capital/h rather than my-direct-labour \-bound) revenue reception systems, rather than tools for direct labour.
sorta meh unmotivated to pursue it about it, even though yes, I need equipment desperately to finish doing projects — projects which I am depending on to get our of the cockroach race (I’m not even profitable enough to be in the rat race).
Some startup advices call this, “raising revenue to ramen(-profitability) levels”. If I wanted to eat ramen, I’d keep a full-time “for the man” job, or get a scholarship and defer the real world for 3-5 years, or even more, rather than building a team of business concerns.
I am doing this to eat steak, possibly at a strip club. Communism isn’t my goal, I don’t wan to be equally poor to the “struggling artists” who live off of Saul’s iceberg of trust funds.
The sound that my male member makes seems to have a calming effect on target space, almost like a sonic… well, I can’t say Screwdriver or the Doctor Who folks will sue me, maybe. If they’re Nintendo or Konami enough. #FuCKonami.
Consolidation and EEvolution
With an extra E for more Enthusement.
To be edited more, later.