18+ Thoughtpad from a gay couch-sona, uncommercial model for a magical upholstery. Published illustrator. Hobbyist media theorist. Along with WIP sketches and updates. Opinions my own.
The work ethic that's hidden, that's taken for granted.
Such is the work that's made with a haul that's plain drudgery, maybe with moments that spark interest, yet the rest is taken into account with the budget.
It's meant to hold a set of principles that are made, then look ho, it knocks again. Wanting more. Then with the time that's made to all the whole house that made with the artifice of modern society making. With our start to understand of our physical cogs moving into consumption that are built into use a consciously recognized.
So this is mass-constructed to the end that's made with us, guess that's call progress. Mass can't track the all-time.
This video helps illustrate my point of self-defeating financial independence. On a meta of making money online as indefensible. 8:35 cussy
What if there was a system that allowed one to reach the masses with ease? A system where both medical research and political messaging could be used to hit people in the streams of consciousness without much effort?
That's what I can do, when the entire world of distribution can be towed and made into control, It's a system where raw monetary force is where it's heart is. Where the environment for the word to spread with all its memetic confidence to be made for the world. Ain't that a charm? The way my agents can operate through these currents of glitz hub that can make you be paid attention overnight, of those little expensive moments of considered thought no wrapping with such deliberation.
Stars over what is dramatized, stars over our wellbeing, stars that bring us to a whole new world, famous or infamous, anybody will do it to die of exposure, or die of obscurity. To life in its fluctuations, to be remembered then forgotten.
Ain't it a way to support your church, Theo? The world will see if this investment will work.
"To confront your insecurities that you're not a filmmaker either." Dan Olson's video.
This is a response to the Dan Olson video. Along with that wavelength video, I don't give fine art, in its non-commercialised form enough, credit. It's really the conscious centre, providing dignity to the craft to make it considered art.
Even if James Rolfe has pursued filmmaking as a failed endeavour, he still was a filmmaker. That speaks volumes to the hackneyed content that's a barker for social media. No condescending, he wasn't a hack, he's been still making his work and even if it peters out, it will still matter as the skit show will continue.
The fandom though, the hate-watch fandom validate his existence, because those views for whatever will be turned into revenue. All publicity for the direct advertiser is good publicity, so the backlash to the standardized conventions of branding and direct response, which he states he's a brand from the start (Cine massacre productions). With Marketingtese and Legalese conventions being honoured.
These minute things are to be paid, unfortunately. He's had auteur control enough to mean that's it ain't a Hollywood scale of distribution.
He's done his best to become an author of his own destiny from the deserted trend of video game review as entertainment. Moving into the realms of nostalgia, memory and what has the curation of those dancing digital lines of code will do today. What a rush of games that this filmmaker has done, with not much profit, yet with heart. This is what it means to function within the world.
50 minutes of human articulation artifice that feels real, at the moment.
Following the showbusiness brand axiom of "The show must go on" still is a thing.
This one is kooky with many diversions of many the funky dive. These productions have been going without the mainstream help, not that of a way of the factory of following, yet guerilla advertising made to help out the quirky little guys.
The collaboration, dedication of multiple writers and illustrators show to call of the fallen indie meddling that help the lower undercurrents that popular media can't touch
Right into how mainstream industries were avoided when the alternative entertainment was made. The self-industrialising self of publishing of a do-it-yourself kind of gusto that made titles. Yeah, it was capitalized on, like all indie titles. Yet it was a stubborn means of self-destructing on the net, of times past within mid-nineties. So this love letter to that time.
Learning curious concepts that I wished caught on, like crotch potato and ribofunk, with the outdated language and models of distribution, the spirit of the time hasn't. With zines being made and the consumer model of production being broken out more than ever.
Let the Zeitgeist of mutant play handle onwards, from each activist's and artists soul.
This time with a donation drive towards the end of March, The carehome is so honoured, only with the complaints that his statue to be erected right in front of the old people's home. They come, with the donations of their houses and the homeless like it's a thing that he does that ain't an "Indulgence bet" He's got buckos of the stuff where his money goes into the furniture industry.
It's a bronze statue of his legs extended and made of his charming likeness! Those are some long legs to represent his versatility of business acumen, along with his opportunity detection scanner of making money.
So, a lucrative gap of such the legs his advertises to, the old demographic resonated with positive testimony.
"It's because of his public service that Bobby has filled my room with the warmest couches, I can't thank him enough!"
"What a delight, he's got it made when all the entire world see's that his face is on all of my cushions."
