A few ideas have crossed my mind that may need further investigation. After someone pointed out www.dooce.com, and the fact that this broad FULLY supports her family just with the money from advertising on her blog, I have decided it’s something I should look into. I mean, shit, The Man (MSN) is making money off my writing… why can’t I? Of course, this will require my becoming edumakated in the cyber kung fu that is and to web design, but that shouldn’t be too difficult… I’m spry, or least I used to be. And, you know I will have TONS of advertisers just kicking the door down from the get-go. Seriously, can you think of a better place for The Gap to market Crippled Khaki??? I didn’t think so.
My good buddy Web offered up another decent suggestion when he and his wonderful fiancé were visiting last night: the stock market. Not really sure why that monster has always scared me so much… it’s just calculated gambling, right? I never seemed to have much of a problem blowing $80 at the local casino’s blackjack tables, why not try my hand at this? It has to be at least SOMEWHAT safer, yeah? Who knows, if I play my cards right, I might just make enough to be able to fund my long-awaited TV show, Queer Eye for The Crippled Guy, thus completing my plan of interstellar domination.
At the moment though, I’ve been keeping myself thoroughly entertained with some moviemaking software I’ve found. The past few days, I have been transferring my old 8mm wrestling videos onto my hard drive, and toying with putting them all together in some sort of a DVD. Is it just me, or did Bruce Springsteen’s "Glory Days" just start playing in the background? Word, Boss, word.
And look at that… a few complete thoughts. Crappy thoughts, but thoughts nonetheless. Hooray for me.