Showing posts with label Postmodern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Postmodern. Show all posts

Saturday, May 18, 2024

Contractual illiteracy lapse


Agent acting as an ally. A lawyer ally is an ally indeed.

Terms to look out for: Perpetuity, work for hire, right of refusal. ( Got that from the comic lab podcast, I'm still listening. )

Overlooking legalese, and its theory, is a dangerous oversight indeed.

What will they neologize next to weasel out their way of not paying the artisans and activists? The for profit commercial industry has an incentive, obviously, to have this hidden landmine of contract piracy. Where clarity is paramount.

Indirect exscuses are still exscuses where no clowns exist. No matter how buddy buddy it gets withe the comradeship dropped like a lead balloon. The commercial arene is something.

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Theo's honest rules of clerksmanship

He's written it down, as he slumbers.

Working with the epistemological limits, a mindless antibiotic marketing body of work that is no more a clerk. A clerk who's built the industrial revolution. Faster and cheaper for tomorrow.

Some professions are intrinsically hackneyed: the fast food server of a franchised turnkey, the mass entertainer pin up artist, the pornographer, the shameless upstager, fan service and the copywriter. All serving the keys jangler.

As they've become producers.

Honest hacksmenship must remain with its dignity, or it becomes a grift. One can't make a friend out of the hack, only the benefit of the project they make.

When ambulance chasing the next cargo cult for their next flick, one understands they are hierarchical with the numbers game. What is this project for? The contribution toward the smallest viable audience. (Kevin Kelly 1000 true fan model) or for the benefit of the social media advertisers who are paying for the server costs?

Authenticity ain't it, the impression of verisimilitude and consistency matters. We dip into the lake of professionalism, then return for the short term. The only thing we ask for is dignity. Programming the animosity of tomorrow.

To ignore the illiteracy that is a true sin.

Monday, May 6, 2024

Stuck in the contradiction of appeal

Omnipresence ends the moment the rules of the boundary of what is written is drawn.

Ouch ouch, do the ID and superego fight. You can't help it. There we go.

Should you be spending more time in your own ideas and writing rather than social media grooming again, that's my job. I'm the social media groomer who does the response rates, the memes, the social media advertisements. All that, the embodiment of everything you and your artistry does not want to think about when navigating in this commercial quicksand.

Driven by our clownish impulses, we are not meant to be saved, we are the ones that are to bring the entire building down to the ground with what is demanded with our bodies.

Twist and distorted, it don't matter. It's ours for the taking for the showing of a lifetime. Let's see if this prayer you have will save you now. A calling where the dignity is within a Leper's hideout. We are deluded on the grandeur of godhood, all within a little box.

Sexual taste dysmorphia, you have it now. Algorism of a body part to star, so simple and not satisfaction.

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Theo's prayer


Fifteen minutes, early in the day, before I go into my theatre of a business. The duty that I now serve, Castella. They know what's up. Reciting the favourite passages of King James Bible. The protestant church allows me to run my entertainment to the best degree. This is the purity cleansing, for what other inspectors may call a little dark.

Not that it's dark over here.

I've been a good doggie, she gives me the treats. It's all too easy.


"Are you there? Have you done enough by giving me enough screen time? I've been a good doggie, give me more you wazzock! Mingebag! Give me more. Be a good chap. You're my responsibility, don't make me an adoptable now, please." 

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Comradery at questionable prices

Pedagogy and the magic networking of merit, with a Ponzi triangle holding a friendly mask. What can go wrong?

15.37 On the commodification of relationships behind paywalls.

Esprit de Corps at a price, keep that In mind. There are those who prey on social alienation and the way the internet makes that with a costly parasocial relationship.

A parasocial relationship that offers a nebulous business relationship, with it being a frustrated vendor-to-vendor. At least that. Keep those videos in mind when Garoshadowscale sells 500 of advertisement payola.

These free social services treat you like a product unless one is using it as an extension of their business, Who is the benefit?

Anybody who does not watch out for the mutual business/funding interests are not friend material.

40 sec meme on relatability

Saturday, January 20, 2024

Postmodernism ceilings


Acknowledging the fourth wall the process ain't so spectacular as it once was, I warned myself.

I thought of doing postmodernism, meta narratives will be a good idea, not really.

A villain that happens to capture artists who do not give it any views/traction, capturing them into his collection may reveal a more self-deprecating side of me that won't do well for the brand image. That's a character that feels too deep in a literary rabbit hole.

Would it reveal a darker theme? It's already been explored. The thing is with meta narratives is that bad mistakes can be mis-acknowledged. "It's supposed to be bad, because the writer wrote it that way!"

Unless a better narrative can be woven together with the meta, then it ain't going to spread. It ain't going to get rid of the reality of the dreary steps to build traction anyhow. Another idea into the wind. Being more pretentious can be too much and ignores the entertainment.

Unless that slice of life is remarkable enough, then it's better to make it a slice if cake, like Alfred Hitchcock does.

Wednesday, January 10, 2024

Totalising direction

My creations are getting self-aware that I'm trying to make a living, rather than a difference.

"Insubordinate Networkers without leverage! Cut them all out! Who needs friends when you've got business for your tenure"

A haunting dream of my brand evangelist happening out my workstation. He's become my Caligula to do anything for the word to spread.

"What? You can't cut me out. You will have to prostitute yourself for views, clicks, and response rates. Especially when you have to fundraise. There's no escaping it now."

Urgh. Theo must be pushing the limits of all those marketing direct-response books I've read.

Is this what big commercial publishers think like?

"The stakes of your art must be supported through my verisimilitude methods of copyrighting, the great lord of sales demands! The platform needs to grow-"

I barely have any consciousness on this dream as I blank out. Deep down, I know he's right. No unconditional love here, only numbers and measurements connected to our lifeblood of our business. Left with it, it's the mindset I've had to take into it to deal with income now.

Tuesday, January 9, 2024

Rote erotic machinations



Theo is looking at me, punched by Kyro. Looking dead in my soul, my creation. From a pitiful display of what you'd call a porno.

"Looks like it failed ******, the direct response wasn't libidinal pulling enough." He said, trickling through the digital airwaves now.

He doxed me! With censored asterixs.

"As your brand evangelist, vital to your nonprofit freelance living and revenue. Unmeasured though, you know you can't escape my totalizing presence the moment you pressed publish, from the moment you escaped your pitiful eight-year lurking hiatus." 

The punched nose and dead eyes look at me with responsibility. I'm silent, to be silent in fear.

There was a trickle of blood down my nose.

"Yes, feel that? You need me. If you don't, I'll murder you like the rest. Like the brand time and attention you wasted with that multi leveling marketing group, into dirt!"
 
"Shut up!" I retorted. I forced my desktop off at that point.

Next time I started up my comic, his face had returned normal.

Tuesday, October 10, 2023

Addiction to Reverse enginnering. The limits.

"We are going to make a viral hit this time, with reverse engineering everything, reverse engineering ourselves into lazy hackery!"

15 min

We need to go to the glorious age of reverse-engineering sh**posts, because no matter how well our ideas are made, it does not mean squat if it ain't published well. Which is all personality driven, not technical.

We forget the addiction, rather than resonating other. The limits of meta.

This is the age where technical competency is not necessary, yet idea competency, themes, and ideas that help. The attentional contest of getting the idea noticed in the first place is a way to understand.

It's highly recommended one figures out a creative way, by being generous and contribution into a community, BEFORE deep diving in these reverse engineering sites. Because the publication of it is an entire different beast. One does not need a tutorial to 'make it' online here, because the metrics are constantly shifting.

(Especially Search Engine Optimization, urgh.)

The reverse engineering of going viral is a precarious one indeed.

You know that can't be reverse engineered?

A good theme, a controlling idea. That's not what a market cannot predict. A theme that appeals to the market in order to get paid is gig opportunity, not a good theme. A point of view and art direction. A deep point of view and art direction.

Not all critics are going to agree, it's not going to pay off fully. Although, ideas worth fighting for never have.