I’m currently engaging in an argument over at J-Walk’s blog about tipping pizza delivery people.
I am of the opinion that no one, and I mean NO ONE, is entitled to receive a tip no matter how much they did for you.
gratuity: an award (as for meritorious service) given without claim or obligation .
What does that say? Without claim or obligation?
I think that the whole system of seemingly mandatory tipping in the USA is a jacked up system in the first place. How in the hell do restaurant owners get away with paying their people less than a living wage in 2005? What kind of sense does it make for me, the customer, who has already paid for the product that you’re selling (a pizza, a meal, a haircut, a pedicure) to then pay the person who helped me even MORE money because a large part of their take home pay is based on tips? Why don’t you pay your people enough money to pay their fucking rent instead of being a fucking tightwad?
And then over @ J-Walk’s blog you have people over there who used to be waiters and delivery monkeys who display the “Welfare Attidude”
Welfare Attitude: The attitude that forms after one has received government income assistance for a long time making one believe that they are entitled to receive these benefits NO MATTER WHAT.
“If you don’t tip me high enough I’ll spit in your food!”
“If you don’t tip me right I’ll follow you out to the parking lot and harass you!”
Fuck you! You are not entitled to jack shit! If you’re on welfare and don’t like having to wait until the first of the month so you can pay your bills then get a better job. Join a job training program. Join the army. Take night school. Sell weed. Whatever. If you work a job where you NEED tips then get a different one.
There are always better options then having to depend on the benevolence and good will of the customer.
I was reading Dev Rock’s blog and read a post that got me all fired up. Referring to the starving little, bloated babies of Niger that we’ve seen on TV lately:
But with all that’s going on half a world away, I’m wondering just how desensitized we’ve become as a nation. How is it, the richest nation on earth, with the world’s richest corporations (including ExxonMobil, which earned, oh, $7 BILLION last quarter alone by raping us on gas prices) can basically ignore something like a famine.(sic) … We have no problem spending hundreds of billions of dollars invading a Middle Eastern country rich with oil, sending 2,000 of our brave troops to their death and countless others into lifelong despair (a study was released this week showing 30% of Iraq war vets suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and other emotional maladies). Yet, we do nothing to make sure a few thousands people get a decent meal because they have, what I’m sure our elected criminals see as, nothing to offer us.
While I admire DevRock’s compassion I couldn’t disagree more.
I believe in a dog-eat-dog world where you fight for what you get and you share the spoils of your success with your own people before you share it with others. Is it sad to see little kids with bloated bellies and flies buzzing around there head? Yes (Didn’t we see this 20 years ago in Ethiopia?). But where is the government of Niger in all of this? Where are the other governments of independent and sovereign African nations. I tell you what they’re doing, they’re fucking hoarding all the money for themselves and letting the peasants go straight to hell! That is who should be helping these people, but they are unwilling, greedy and going to hell if such a place exists (heh, heh, I’m atheist ).
So why does the burden fall on us? Because we’re rich? Uh, no we’re not. The United States is the largest debtor nation on the planet. We spend a greater percentage of our GDP on the military than any other country in the world. Kids in the south can’t learn because the fucking schools suck and teachers get paid shit money. Kids all over this country live in fucking ghetto slums and have to worry about where THEY are going to get their next meal, let alone some bloated African kid. America is like that co-worker in your office that lives beyond his means with the big house and fancy car and mountain full of debt that will prevent his kids from going to college.
Where are the “Save the Inner-city Negro” funds? Where are the “Save the exploited migrant farm workers who live in sub-human conditions and have no clean water out in the fields” fund? Hmm? Doesn’t exist?
Why are we trying to help all of these Africans and Iraqis and Indonesians and whoever the hell else and we won’t put money into our own country? What kind of fucking sense does that make?
Tell me how this makes sense…
I search Google for “life skills coach” and all of the links on the first page are all to sites advertising for you to go to their Life Skills Coaching school, or how to start a Life Skills Coaching business, yadda yadda yadda.
At least “suicide hotline” isn’t as infected by greedy, capitalist, opportunistic pigs at the trough of other’s emotional trauma
My two favorite serial killers in the movies are Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs) & Patrick Bateman (American Psycho). When Silence of the Lambs first came out on LaserDisc (yes, LaserDisc ) I must’ve watched that movie like 20 times. The reason why was because I liked the way that Dr. Lecter would deliver those tongue thrashings (of a non-sexual nature) to po’ lil’ Clay-reece Stah-ling. That was my attempt at a Southern accent in case you couldn’t tell.
In the case of Bateman he was, on the surface, an intelligent & refined man of good taste. Underneath all of that he was apeshit and totally bonkers, but that’s missing the point . Bateman & Lecter are stereotypical Hollywood sociopaths a.k.a. psychopaths. Highly intelligent individual that at first glance you think are totally harmless but are in reality vicious fucking animals that like to inflict pain on people.
I identify with part of that, and please allow me to explain. I am a weeine, and I am mentally weak. At times I am a pushover and I avoid social interaction at nearly all costs (even monetary). So if you can possibly imagine what it’s like to be in my dirty old Nikes you can imagine that I have a lot of pent-up aggression, aggression that plays itself out as mental fantasies of vengeance. That bears repeating, FANTASIES. I don’t want to inadvertently put myself on the list of any police officer’s list of “probable suspects” for any crime that has been committed in the Sacramento area
All I’m trying to say is, I know what it feels like to be considered a wimp, a weenie, a pushover, and secretely wanting to bitchslap the person who has offended you. I am human, do I not bleed?
Goddamn you Dave! Give me my Chappelle Show!
Forget that the last season ended almost a year ago, I think everyone needs a break. But from what? The season is only somewhere around 12 episodes long. Those network dramas do 30-something shows, THEN they take a break and do movies.
I had heard that Dave had been sick for a while, but that was a few months ago. What the hell is going on? WE WANT CHAPPELLE! WE WANT CHAPPELLE! WE WANT CHAPPELLE!
I remember more than I want to from my college days. I only graduated 3 years ago so it’s very fresh in my memory. I spent my first year in a state of constant humiliation, the cause of teen angst, extreme sexual frustration, being forced into cramped living quarters, and having free reign over my life for the first time. I wouldn’t even call it a humbling experience, it was an ego-shattering experience.
So basically after that first year I went into an almost year long depression (that some would say that I’m yet to come out of ). Strangely enough, lifting weights saved me, but that’s a story for another time. This story is about video games.
My first year in college was nearly ruined by video games. Actually I shouldn’t blame the video games, because if the video games weren’t there I would have found something else to do so that I could avoid studying, going to class and trying to succeed in my classes.
A favorite of mine was Final Fantasy 7. When I finally beat it the game clock (the clock that tells you how long you’ve been playing the game) said 96 hours, but I really spent about 120-150 if you combine all the time I spent resetting the damn game. Since I spent nearly 5 full days of my life playing this game it holds a special place in my heart.
I downloaded the mp3’s of the FF7 soundtrack. Is it weird that they give me goosebumps? I’m not a nostalgic person, nor would I want to remember that first year in college, save for reference sake. But that music gives me goosebumps and makes me feel GOOD. How odd. Even though I was just avoiding having to do schoolwork I guess that I really DID like that game… heh
My days are filled with an undercurrent of malaise. Why the malaise? Because I don’t feel important.
That pretty much sums it up. I feel like an average, ordinary, Joe Six-pack type of guy. I don’t want to be an average, ordinary, Joe Six-pack type of guy. So, Master-of-Pointing-Out-the-Obvious, “Don’t be normal.” Things are rarely ever that easy for me.
I am risk-averse. Not only that, but I avoid putting a full effort into things unless I’m totally sure how they can benefit me.That’s just a fancy way of saying that I do things half-assed
I’ve been thinking lately that maybe that this time in my life is my “dark period”. Much like (the mythical figure known as) Jesus disappeared for a couple of decades and then created his grand opus, maybe this time in my life is not meant to be spent doing “anything.” Maybe I’m not supposed to be out changing the world, or impressing people with my socially retarded people skills yet exquisitely crafted written skills. Maybe I’m just supposed to be hanging out, living life and preparing myself for when my time comes.
But something of that smacks of a cop-out. I could live in that infinite loop forever. I could be here 20 years from now saying that “Maybe I’m just not ready to take that step”. So I hesitate to fully release that knot in my stomach that tells me that I’m wasting time and basically wasting my life. Because to me if I’m not doing something extrodinary then I might as well be doing nothing. No, that isn’t some hidden code saying that I’m going to off myself. All I’m trying to say is that if eventually I don’t do something important (whatever “important” may mean) with my life then I will have wasted it. Much like a world-class basketball player in jail, or a mathematical genius living in a slum, I would be wasting my talent and calling.
I hope that makes sense…
One of the gals I work with is Eastern Orthodox, and when I learned that six months ago I took it upon myself to learn more abou the schism between the Easter Orthodox Church and the Roman Catholic Church.
One of the more interesting things that I found out is that both churches claim to be the “true” Catholic church. The schism apparently came about 1000 years ago when the Bishop of Rome started demanding that the other bishops submit to his will and that he be defacto leader of the entire Catholic Church. The bishops from the East didn’t like this. They didn’t like some of the changes that the Western Church had made in their churches and more than that they didn’t want to be under the thumb of the Roman bishop. So then some shit happened and the two sides split into different factions, the chief difference between the two (as I understand it) being that the Bishop of Rome is now considered to be the leader of the Western Church, whereas Jesus Christ is considered by the East to be the leader of their church, whereas the bishops hold individual sway over their jurisdictions.
So where am I going with this? Well, since we have been spammed on TV with wall-to-wall Pope coverage I’ve learned a bit more about the Catholic church. My favorite has to be how it was once in vogue and totally possible for one to buy the papacy. I also like how one Pope was murdered because a man found the Pope banging his wife.
It bothers me how people talk about the Pope and the Catholic Church like it is some infallible entity. By very definition (theirs, not mine) man is infallible and man created & runs the church and therefore it is not perfect and will make mistakes. Every edict that they decree will not automatically be correct just because it came from Vatican City. Therefore, while definitely a thorn in the side of Rome, I support American Catholic’s seemingly odd practice of questioning everything the Vatican does. Vatican says don’t wear condoms, I know plenty of Catholics that not only have sex outside of marriage but don’t have any kids - so what do you think is going on. Or how the Church speaks out against gays, but there are American gay Catholics.
Also, can we just go ahead and admit that God has nothing to do with the selection of the Pope. Of course the Cardinals will tell you that they pray, blah blah blah, “Who should be Il Papa, God?” But let’s be serious, they go in that room and make a political decision. It’s like Congress, except with better uniforms. They make decisions based on the direction that they think the Church should go, not what God wants. Because if it were what God wanted then what is with all this talk about a “transitional” Pope? Or a “liberal” Pope. Or a Pope from Latin America to appease Latin Catholics. HELLO, isn’t this about what God wants?
I’ve been thinking about this whole Jesus thing, and I think it’s rather apropos considering that a new Pope has elected.
I know that some of you who read are big into Jesus so you may be able to engage me in a big of conversation. This isn’t one of those posts where I bash Jesus just to bash him, I want some conversation. Actually I’m not bashing Jesus, but you get the point.
Is Christianity not a direct violation of one of the Ten Commandments? The one that says, “You shall not worship any other God”?
So Catholics and Christians in general, what do you think about that? I know that it’s not in vogue to be all “intellectual” and actually THINK about your belief in Jesus/God and you’re just supposed to shut up and listen to Preacher, but please indulge me
I, like a lot of other people, am not a big fan of Wal-Mart. They pay low wages, they crowd out mom & pop stores, they’re a symptom of American homogenization, they’re a magnet for “those people” that pretentious middle-class people would rather not “sully” themselves with. All are legitimate reasons for NOT liking Wal-Mart. But like or dislike you have to give Wal-Mart their props — they’re kicking some major boo-tay worldwide and in this country.
I was watching some pseudo-documentary/news special on MSNBC (I think) and they were profiling how Wal-Mart’s management has created such a huge industry giant. They followed around some executives in a US store and a store in China, and while most of the responses and situations were canned I did walk away impressed with Wal-Mart’s management on an individual level. On camera (and that statement bears stating) they seemed to be responsive and proactive in terms of getting saleable product in front of the publics eyes.
One of the things that REALLY impressed me was the Wal-Mart “hive” that held near real-time sales data from every store in the US. Now, I don’t know if any of you have ever been to CompUSA with their joke of a stocking computer, but real-time sales data down to the minute is something to holler about. IT SHOULDN’T BE. This isn’t 1975 where 1 GB of storage costs millions of dollars; every store capable (and that’s nearly EVERY SINGLE STORE) should have a real-time stocking system. However for some reason (bait & switch artists) CompUSA do not.
If you ask me it has something to do with their weekly circulars offering an item for a low cost and then management only has each store stock 2 or 3. But of COURSE, they have a slightly more expensive and well-stocked product right next to where the cheap product should have been. And when you ask, “Can I get a raincheck on this ad?” they say no. When you ask, “When did you sell out of the cheap item?” they can’t answer that either. shakehead
I have a new favorite web page . It’s a summary of the “48 Laws of Power”, a full-length book. Essentially it tells you how to win “friends” control enemies and get what you want out of people. Very Sun Tzu-esque.
My favorite “rule”? It’s number 6″: Court Attention at all Cost: Everything is judged by its appearance; what is unseen counts for nothing. Never let yourself get lost in the crowd, then, or buried in oblivion. Stand out. Be conspicuous, at all cost. Make yourself a magnet of attention by appearing larger, more colorful, more mysterious, than the bland and timid masses.
That’s like the total opposite of how I usually am Speaking of which, have you visited my “delicious” links page? It’s quite fabulous
We live right off of the freeway, and going either direction on the freeway (east or westbound) the exits suck. When exiting westbound the paint on the road is hardly visible at all during the nighttime, which is KINDA important considering that there’s supposed to be 3 lanes you can switch into. Going eastbound the area is not very well lit, and a roadside ditch can be mistaken for the real exit. This is a problem.
So I went to the Dept. of Transportation website and put in a service request. We’ll see how long it takes for them to tak eaction.
From Em
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY: 1. Glenn 2. JR 3. n/a
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD: 1. gahjr2000 2. monkeytime 3. gahjr
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. I’m good looking. 2. I’m intelligent. 3. I’m black.
THREE THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. I’m a procrastinator. 2. Short attention span. 3. I’m anti-social.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE: 1. Black. 2. Black. 3. Black.
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU: 1. The dark. 2. Aliens. 3. Ghosts.
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS (aside from food/drink/air/etc): 1. ESPN.com 2. CNN.com 3. Poonanny
THREE FAVORITE ARTICLES OF CLOTHING: 1. My orange Adidas. 2. My old, dirty Nike jacket. 3. Any pair of warmup pants.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS AT THE MOMENT: 1. Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys. 2. Snoop Dogg. 3. Usher.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT: 1. “Yeah,” by Usher. 2. “What you gon’ do?,” Lil Jon & the ESB 3. “Let’s get blown,” Snoop Dogg
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS: 1. Get a fucking clue. 2. Have someone miraculously “discover” my writing. snicker 3. Finish a screenplay, book, or comic book script. Anything!
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given): 1. Poonanny 2. Presents. 3. Truthfulness.
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE 1. I like alcohol. 2. I like my job. 3. I am very lively and conversational.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE (OR SAME) SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU: 1. Nice tits. 2. A nice ass. 3. A pretty face. (Pretty deep, aren’t I? )
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN’T DO: 1. Watch Bill O’Reilly and not call him a “fucking idiot”. 2. Let emotions rules my behavoir. 3. Concentrate on something for more than an hour.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES: 1. Watching TV. 2. Reading books. 3. Pretending to be a writer.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW: 1. Write something that sells. 2. Earn wealth. 3. Not work for the man
THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING: 1. Writer. 2. Corporate sheep. 3. Writer.
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION: 1. Paris. 2. The Bahamas. 3. Some tropical Pacific Island.
THREE KID’S NAMES: 1. Collin. 2. Desmond. 3. Donovan. THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE: 1. Achieve a goal. 2. Have kids. 3. Not get divorced.
I was just watching “World’s Most Amazing Videos” on SpikeTV which is basically a PG-13 version of “America’s Funniest Home Videos.” They show stuff like people failing field sobriety tests, cars crashing into each other, buildings collapsing on people, stuff like that. And of course they HAVE to show everyone’s favorite - Xtreme Sports gone wrong. Bungee cords snapping, parachutes not opening, it’s great. But then it got me thinking about a couple things…
Regarding point number one, how can you feel sorry for someone who deliberately places himself in a position where possible or near death is a major part of the equation. Now, that statement is kind of ironic considering that it could be applied to anything as simple as driving a car, because FAR more people are killed in fatal passenger auto crashes then are killed in skydiving or bungee jumping. Actually the numbers aren’t even close. But here’s the difference - dying in a simple car crash is a result of (usually) just being in the wrong place in the wrong time. There is no deliberate attempt to cheat death as there is with jumping out of an airplane or bungee jumping or BASE jumping.
That was a bit of a tangent there .
So why don’t I feel sorry for Xtreme sportsmen. Because they’re STOOPID, and yes I deliberately misspelled “stupid”. Do you feel sorry for the knife juggler who gets his finger sliced when he drops a knife? Do you feel sorry for the sword swallower who slices up his liver? Do you feel sorry for fire breathers when they burn their eyebrows off because the flame came to close to their face? No you don’t! And why not? It’s called “Occupational Hazard.” If you’re going to jump out of an airplane and hurdle towards earth with a shopping bag attached to your back, if you smack the earth and pulverize your internal organs then yes, I SUPPOSE it’s sad. But do I feel sorry? Hell no! You knew what the risks were. You knew you had a real chance of becoming one with the Earth . You took that chance, now you have to live with it… or die with it. Whatever.
Regarding my second point about the debasement of our society and how we could possibly derive any entertainment out of skydiving or bungee jumping. Here’s my reasoning for that statement. Say about 50 years ago people’s favorite pastimes were bowling, catching a ballgame, driving across the country, simple stuff like that. Across the entire span of human history people have been able to be entertained by simple things, although that usually has been a result of inferior technology and education.
If the ancient Egyptians had Xbox and airplanes do I think they’d be jumping out of planes? Probably. If the Romans had race cars do I think they’d drive 200 mph around a big paved oval for 500 laps on a Sunday afternoon. You betcha.
It’s not like I’m sort of old curmudgeon or someone who doesn’t want people to have fun. I just don’t find it entertaining or intelligent to intentionally try to cheat death to get a thrill. shrug
We got The Empire Strikes Back in the mail today, a.k.a. Star Wars, Episode V. Whoop dee doo right? Not really.
The Star Wars movies are causing a mini-crisis in my life. Back when I was around 13 or 14 I LOVED the movies. I bought the reproduced radio broadcasts from the 80’s on cassette tape. I bought the faux design manuals ala Star Trek. I bought posters, toys, saw the enhanced versions in the theater as soon as they came out. But then something happened….
I GREW UP.
Now I think Star Wars is extremely corny and poorly written. I think that George Lucas did a fabulous job in creating the universe but did a very poor job in writing the script. Corny dialog, corny music, his sick mastubatory fetish with CGI. It’s just all too much. I will gladly pay money to see Episode III when it comes out, but even the return, or should I say, “ARRIVAL” of Darth Vader even seems corny to me. The suit is corny. The voice is corny. It’s all corny. Bleccccch.
Which leads me to my next topic. Negroes in the Star Wars universe.
Can anyone tell me if there were any black people in Episode IV, a.k.a. the ORIGINAL Star Wars? This movie came out in 1977 correct? Imagine if an alien race came to Earth and wanted to learn about human beings thru movies. What would they think if they saw Star Wars?
In 1979 ol’ George threw the bruthas a bone and brought Billy Dee Williams on board to play a turncoat, but hey it was a start. Then suddenly in Return of the Jedi you get Negroes-galore with black people actually piloting X-wing fighters! Wow! Very Tuskegee Airmen-esque.
Did the destruction of the Death Star in Empire Strikes Back have anything to do with the appearance of Negroes in the Star Wars universe? Did the nuclear radiation spread across that galaxy FAR FAR AWAY cause a genetic mutation in the white man and cause him to suddenly darken? We may never know
Okay, this is probably out of line given that it’s a tragedy and all, but has anyone noticed the absolutely hideous and ugly pictures they’ve been using to “promote” and report the tsunami? They take some dark skinned Sri Lankan woman dressed in a shawl with yellow teeth screaming to the heavens, I mean MY GOD! Couldn’t they get some pretty lighter skinned Sri Lankans into a studio and do some nice retouched studio shots??? I’M KIDDING!
Of course I jest, but seeing as how after the tsunami ceases to be news we won’t see another Sri Lankan on TV for another 30 years I just have to comment on how goddamn dark some of them are. I mean hell, I’m from California so I’ve seen plenty of dark skinned Indians and South Asians but not so many in the same place at the same time.
Remember that joke about 3 or more black people standing in a crowd was a “gang” and how you better watch out? Haha. I love racial humor
Anyway, the phenomenon of dark skinned people who AREN’T black has fascinated me for my entire life. At my last job we had some visitors from India come (a.k.a. we taught them to do our jobs so that later on down the line we could be downsized with minimum impact to the company) and I just remember feeling, “What kind of town is this where you have to import bruthas to make me feel comfortable.”
That was my attempt at humor. Bon Soir!
There is no crueler phenomenon that Mother Nature created than ugly human beings having children even uglier than themselves.
That is all.
I don’t read many blogs anymore but I still peruse my old-tyme favorites. Read this here post by Mac. I’ll post what in essence she was referring to.
In August 2000, Darlene Jespersen was fired from her position as a bartender at Harrah’s Casino in Reno, Nevada, after the company enacted a new dress code, called the “Personal Best” program, requiring all women in the beverage department to wear makeup, specified as foundation or powder, blush, lipstick and mascara, applied precisely the same way every day to match a photograph held by the supervisor.
Mac didn’t like it because she thinks it’s stupid to require women to wear makeup. Well I disagree, and here’s why. Follow my flowchart…
And I don’t want to hear any bullshit about “Ooh, those women should be able to go to their jobs and not have to be subject to the leering glances of the patrons!” Uh hello! That’s their jobs! They’re not quite on the level of pole dancers where the entire POINT is to excite men but it’s in the same category. Dress sexy, the men like, your wallet will like it, but the IRS won’t like it because we all know that people who work in cash businesses massively underreport their incomes. RIGHT? Forget Ol’ Dirty Bastard picking up his welfare check in a limo, an old roommate of mind had a girlfriend who’s friend’s sister was a stripper and made like $70K a year and was on welfare. Don’t tell me it doesn’t happen.
So as I lean back, WAAAAY back, in my broken IKEA chair I’m pretty jazzed about getting blog comments again. Did I mention that my IKEA chair is broken? I’m not a real big IKEA fan, but that’s a post for another day.
One of the things I’ve been dying to just blather on about is my constant malaise and uncertainty about what I want to devote my energy to. When I say “devote my energy to” I mean try and be the best at chosen devotion in the hopes of making my mark on the world. So far I’ve narrowed it down to two options…
I feel silly even writing those two next to each other. That’s like Palestinians living next to Israelis, total mismatch. Okay, not THAT bad but I think you get my point.
On one hand I have writing. I’m a good writer. If any of you know/knew me personally then you know that I don’t talk much. In fact I rarely talk at all. I express myself with words. Luckily I can do this well, or else I’d be totally fucked and have to be one of those jackasses who pretends to be deaf and passes around a business card in gas stations asking for money.
“Hello, I am deaf. I need money for hearing aids. Would you please be so kind as to take pity on a young, strapping, Negro with no other handicaps. Unless you consider laziness to be a handicap, and if that were the case I might as well be a cripple. But you get my point, yes. Brother, can you spare a dime?”
It was about a year ago that I got the idea to write a screenplay. I got thru about 92 pages on one of them, 30 pages on two others and had countless other ideas. Completed screenplays = Zero.
In my opinion any long term success would have to come with writing. Writing is not subject to factors of chance and luck like poker. I will not wake up tomorrow and have to worry about what vocabulary words that I’m going to get dealt and how I’m going to arrange them to beat out my competitors.
And then on the OTHER hand you have poker. I am good at poker. I have a good mindset for poker. I’m patient, I’m not very emotional, I can do math quickly in my head. I’m not all that disciplined over long periods of time, but that would come with experience. People always say that poker is pretty much the only game that over time someone can be a true professional without getting run out of a casino (like in blackjack).
But then poker is gambling. And gambling is well, GAMBLING. That means that no matter how smart you are, or how many games, hands, or years you’ve played you’re still a slave to random chance (unless you’re playing poker online, but that’s another subject). You will win some money, you will lose some money. In the short term I could probably see more return on my money, but over the long term? What kind of future is there in gambling? Sure it’s fun, sure it’s popular now, but who the hell wants to be a professional gambler? I think I’d be good, but is that what I want to devote my life to? Gambling? GAMBLING?
I don’t know. The answer seems pretty obvious that I should go with writing, but it just takes so much EFFORT . Gambling is so much easier, and it’s fast too. And you get to see pretty colors and lights and hear nice exciting sounds in the casino. sigh
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