#idea hole

[pulsar-ray]

I think I should cover & rewrite every song but I make them about psychosis & everyone thinks it's an ARG but then they find out that it in fact has no meaning & I am simply schizophrenic

[maxinawell]

hm.

kinda wanna make a video editor to make making YTPs easy for me.

(<-has never coded anything beyond like relatively simple javascript, java, or c++ IO stuff)

(<-has also never made a YTP before)

(<-has taken a peek at how one might code a (real-time type) game or something in java, got scared, but figures it wouldn't be that different)

[pulsar-ray]

Disco Murder Party!

[pulsar-ray]

oooooooo i got another; jackpot dodger!!!!!! aaaa idek jfshkajh

THANK YOU......... I WILL WRITE AS MANY AS YOU SEND............

Fandom ; Original Fiction not based on anything

There's this old washed up actor guy :} & he WAS a really good actor ! But now unfortunately he is cursed by a demon who screws up all his work. Also he can see the demon but nobody else can. The demon is this grrrrrrrgrgrgrg terrible guy who wasn't even supposed to exist but he was born of earthly nature*

*there were already a set cast of demons with funny names who did their demon etc etc but then one day this new cult was like "Hee hee what if we used scawy magic & made a new one :3" so they did & they make this new demon [he is called Harbinger because he was supposed to bring about a purge of the earth. Didn't work] & instead of doing literally anything he hates them & also everybody else so he goes & haunts the 'greatest earthly idol' who is actor guy

Anyway it begins as a semi comedy with demon guy & actor guy hating each other & it's funny ha ha ha ha ha . But then after demonboy ruins actorboy's life [he is now MISSING all the JACKPOTS because the demon is forcing him to DODGE opportunity] he is kind of like "Oh man I screwed this up didn't I" & Actor breaks down & is like "YES OH MY GOD" & Harbinger is all "Sowwy . I'll try to be nice" so they are happy for a while in a simpler life.

Unfortunately Cult, noting Actor's downfall, is like "Our demon worked!!!! We can make another one that will do our bidding this time!!!" so they make a new one & curse him to obey them & then Harbinger & Actor have to murder him to death or uncurse him or whatever it is you do to kill a demon. Anyhow that is the third part then Harbinger has to die to kill the other demon & then Actor, now uncursed, gets famous again but he can't act because he's too sad & he is again dodging the jackpots :{

[pulsar-ray]

UHM IM UNROGINAL SO UMMMM CURTAIN CALL ITS LAME BUT IM STUPID! SRYY!!

ALLL GOOD ...... THANK YOU I AM CONSUMING THIS WITH MY TEEFIES ..... SEND MORE IF YOU SO DESIRE !!!!!

Fandom - Original Fiction but I loosely base it around me & mis amores because I'm a little craphead

Okay so there's these bastards in a theater troupe who put on original plays at the local theater & they're always really good. But he'res the. But here's the thing. They are MAGICIANS........ & that is why they're so good. Also they do like aerial stuff & it's really cool but the kicker is it always goes really well because of the magic .

Eventually they get bigger & bigger & they're doing like Broadway level stuff [THIS IS THE VIBE B T DUBS]

[Sorry he's upside down I cannot change that.]

& there is dissonance between them.................. they are like 'Do we tell them....... our secret........" & they are split on this for if they stay hidden it is only for their own gain. They have nothing to lose. Yet they. stay silent.

Then one day UH OH INCIDENT!!!!!! They are doing a show it is so cool OH HELL!!!!!!!!! A VIOLENCE!!!!! So one of them magics the knife or weapon or whatever away from the assailant & it's like uh oh ...... they know we are magic now !!!! ! !!!! !!!! !! ! !

The world is afraid so they get locked up for 'safeties' :{ BOOOOOOO. & then they use their magic to get out but in the process..... they discover magic is fairly common but all the magic people are being held hostage by the government for safety purposes :{{{{{{{ </3 So they are like 'This simply won't do' & force a siege of the government. Now they are war criminals !

Then we discover that the nation was really under a terribly oppressive government & it gets restructured or whatever . Idc what happens to the state as long as it is for the benefit of the people. Anyhow

The second or ending part is our original little guys bastards are being ambassadory now . It is much nicer .

I actually hate this very much & will likely change the story . Dystopia stresses me out too much when it is tangible to me . Does not every force binding one feel like a dystopia's grip ? Anyhow.

[adamdorseyblog]

The Idea Hole

I want a program where I can press a hotkey, write something smart or funny or true, and then it saves it to a personal database. I want to be able to tag it with keywords, and then search for posts containing those keywords. Everyday I want it to remind me of one of the notes I wrote years ago, one of the ones I've forgotten about, so that I can write new notes about that old note. Later I want to take all of the little bits and combine them into a book and then sell that book and make tons of money off of it, even though no one buys books anymore.

I want all of those girls from my high school to read the book. I want them to message me on facebook and say they will pay for me to fly first class to their lame small town to fuck them until their shitty husbands and boring children just go to a mixed-martial arts event and never ever come back. Then I want to facebook message these girls back, and tell them that I think it's "cute" that they read my book on paper instead of on something like a Kindle or an iPad or a Gameboy or something else that's relevant to the world. Then I want to tell them that I'm sorry, baby, but I've got a girl, and she's the best--like literally the best girl ever--like Victoria Beckham if she'd never been in those lame Spice Girls, or married that lame soccer player, or learned the definition of "posh"... Like she just WAS posh, you know? My girl's like that.

But hey other girls, if I see you around during the holidays when I'm back home and sarcastically shopping in Wal-Mart like I do after the right amount of egg nog, I'll wave to you, and your husband will say who's that, and you'll say no one, but he'll know the truth, because he'll have seen me on Good Morning America or Jimmy Kimmel or Charlie Rose or some other bullshit show people only watch clips of on The Soup anyway, and your man will feel like slightly less of a man. Or maybe your man will look in the shopping cart and see my book next to his over-the-counter "vitality" pills, my book that you re-buy twice a week just to feel closer to me, because I wrote that thing that time about being such a big fan of the movie Conspiracy Theory. And look, other girls, I'm going to unfriend you on this facebook thing, but I need you to try and not take it personally, it's just that I don't give a shit what you think about anything. But listen, you and your husband and your kids, you can totally "like" my facebook fan page if you want. My publicist handles that shit anyway.

Wait, what was I saying? Yes! Software! Where's this magic software? And don't tell me that this magic software I'm looking for is Tumblr, you cheeky bastards, this isn't a joke, I'm serious here. Someone make this, and I'll endorse it to those nice ladies on The View ("nice ladies"?? So that blonde republican won't be there obviously, what's her name? Whoopi-something? JK LOL!!1!)---I'll endorse it after I'm famous, and hey guy, you'll make tons of money. All you have to do is make the software now, okay guy, then it'll make me organized and productive and successful, and then you'll be successful too, deal? Then you can tell the girls from high school who facebook you whatever you want to tell them too, okay? Okay, guy?

I think this is going to be a great partnership, guy. Let's call the software "The Idea Hole." Unless you think that's going to make people want to fuck it? No, you're right, guy, that's almost EXACTLY what we want them to think, isn't it? God, I hope you're writing all this down, I'm going to need to put it in my Idea Hole later, you know, if these "vitality" pills really do what they advertise, otherwise the Idea Hole will just have to settle for my cunnilingus-crying combo again.