Kickstarter Update #5

Well, it has been an interesting time here at Project Xceed Xpectations.

As you may remember, or not, when last we updated you about our ongoing effort to kickstart a Kickstarter campaign, we had high hopes of showing you the latest robot-in-a-notebook prototype sketches.

Unfortunately, an argument broke out between the Creative Arts Department and the Impractical Science Department over ideas detailed by the unprofitable Engineering Design Centre.

When you manage a bunch of independent sorts who generate their own income and have no golden handcuffs, cooperation is a funny business.

But why bore you with personnel problems?

The facts are these — we were going to show you how our paper robots were going to be powered by one of three methods: a) tether, b) coin batter(y/ies), and/or c) solar cell.

Then, our buyers down in the Manufacturing Department ran into a small problem of paying our suppliers for the power parts we needed.

Never fear!  Our military veterans on staff came to the rescue.  Turns out they had friends who had connections with unnamed sources in an unmentionable country who could get us an unlimited supply of nuclear-powered energy cells if we’d just give them 51% ownership of the project.

Therefore, we’re in negotiations at this point and cannot with confidence show you our engineering drawings without knowing for sure whether we need to add a radiation shield to protect your loved ones from “batteries” with a half-life longer than your estimated full lives which would be quickly shortened based on the hazmat/MSDS sheets written in Russian Chinese Izbekistanese a nonstandard international language.

Retro lyrics for today…let’s go crazy!

Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today
To get through this thing called life
Electric word life it means forever and that’s a mighty long time
But I’m here to tell you there’s something else
The afterworld, a world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night

So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one Dr. Everything’ll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left?
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
‘Cause in this life things are much harder than in the afterworld
This life you’re on your own

And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy punch a higher floor

If you don’t like the world you’re living in
Take a look around you at least you got friends
Come on lady for friendly word
She picked up the phone, dropped it on the floor
Ahh, ahh is all I heard

Are we gonna let the elevator
Bring us down, oh, no let’s go
Let’s go crazy, let’s get nuts
Look for the purple banana
‘Til they put us in the truck, let’s go

All excited but we don’t know why
Maybe it’s ’cause we’re all gonna die
And when we do, what’s it all for
Better live now before the grim reaper
Come knocking on your door

Are we gonna let the elevator
Bring us down, oh, no let’s go
Let’s go crazy, let’s get nuts
Look for the purple banana
‘Til they put us in the truck, let’s go

Come on baby let’s get nuts
Yeah, crazy

Let’s go crazy

Are we gonna let the elevator bring us down
Oh, no let’s go, go crazy
I said let’s go, go crazy
Let’s go, let’s go, go, let’s go

Dr. Everything’ll Be Alright
Make everything go wrong
Pills and thrills and daffodils will kill
Hang tough children

He’s comin’
He’s comin’
Comin’

Take me away

Songwriters
NELSON, PRINCE ROGERS

Read more: Prince – Lets Go Crazy Lyrics | MetroLyrics

In currency news…

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In wake of the Silk Road shutdown, distributors have moved their product packaging into more legitimate channels, loading personal consumption quantities of “private entertainment” material into Keurig style containers and shipping specially-marked boxes through large retail stores warehouses. The price of Bitcoins jumped on the news.

Symphony Orchestra of Wails and Lamentations

Lee realised he was part of a doorframe, but where and when was he?

He was the dead wood, for some reason.

He knew he was in the wrong data structure, trapped in a blog different than the one Guin had ended up after they had been ejected from the black hole.

He recalled a conversation with his wife from centuries ago — Karen.

“It’s as if Bai wants me to be with her, exclusive of you, a test of my friendship and…”

“That’s the thing. Bai shouldn’t be testing your friendship.”

“But I want both you and her to be happy…”

“You definitely should not be the one who has to worry about her happiness.”

“She’s a friend who happens to be our dance instructor.”

“Yes but…”

“And every woman I dance with instantly becomes my friend, whom I want to be happy. Don’t you feel that way?”

“I don’t get asked to dance.”

“Sure you do. A lot of guys asked you to dance in St. Louis.”

“Not a lot…two.”

“Still, though, that’s more than before. If you just keep practicing, you’ll keep getting better and attract attention of guys who want dance partners.”

“That’s what bothers me. I have to keep defending my marriage to all your dance partners who ask me if we’re married. I tell them yes, thinking that’s enough but then they ask if I mind if they dance more often with you than I do.”

“But don’t you like to dance?”

“I used to. Because I danced with you. You were my first and you’re still the one I want to dance with. But I feel like you’re leaving me behind.”

“I want to dance with you. We just need to practice more in order for you to catch up.”

“I haven’t got my turns down yet…and I can’t spin.”

“I know. And the only way to get them is to practice. I’m willing to practice with you every day, if that’s what it takes. We started all this for you, not me.”

“And another thing that bothers me is you and Bai telling me that you can teach me at MY pace, as if I’m slow. It’s condescending.”

“It’s my fault. I told her that this is all about you and that it’s true I’ve gotten ahead of you. She’s just trying to do what’s best for you.”

“Maybe. But I really am tired of fending off your suitors.”

“You’ve got it all wrong. You know I’m a big flirt. And dancing is like the best fun of flirting there is.”

“For you, it is. Because you ask dozens of women to dance.”

“I have not. The dozens of women I’ve danced with is because of our rotating partners in workshops. I haven’t asked as many as you think.”

“Well, it sure seems like a lot are bothering me.”

“I promise it’s because a lot of us like to dance.”

“‘Dance?’ Seems like ‘dance’ is more like a substitute for dating or sex sometimes.”

“For some. But I really want you to become a better dancer. And I’ll dance with you as much as you want…”

“As long as I let you dance with other partners, is that it?”

“You’re the one who’s been encouraging me to dance with other women.”

“True. But that was before I saw all the divorced women who were interested in men like you. It feels like a meat market sometimes and I have to fight them off for a dance with MY husband.”

“I’m sorry you see it that way.”

“That’s not the way I see it. I’m stating the logical facts. You just don’t see it that way.”

“Do I not sit beside you, waiting for when you’re ready to go out on the floor for a dance?”

“Yes. But I can see how anxious you are to dance with other women. You don’t see yourself the way I do.”

Lee looked from the doorframe and at the rest of the states of energy around him.

He heard a man call out and a woman respond. He felt a low rumbling sound, as if the ground was pulsing rhythmically or a door was being rattled.

He knew where he was. It was a scene from a movie called “The Shining.” How could he be in a film?

He called out to Guin in his thoughts and surprisingly found himself in the middle of a conversation between Guin, Shadowgrass, Bai and Eoj.

What other surprises would he encounter?

Were any of them real?

Why did he suspect that he had merged into a side of the universe that no one knew existed?

Dream chasing days

Have you ever heard of or met a person who claimed that a radio was playing in his/her thoughts?

I met one person who claimed she heard voices whispering to her who sometimes sang to her but usually gave her strange instructions to say weird stuff to people on purpose, and another who said that her thoughts were full of vivid, more real-than-real wild colours, like living paintings, and people like me were just figments of her imagination — both I assume could be labeled as schizophrenic.

Otherwise, I assume it’s normal to have a jingle or song phrase in our thoughts that repeat happily (or incessantly, depending on your mood).

Today, it’s another two songs’ lyrics that I’m playing with in my thoughts: “all I want to do is have some fun/I get a feeling I’m not the only one,” and “You make a grown man cry-y-y.”

Time to switch over to the storytelling channel, post pictures here later.  Seeya alligator.

Blood, type

For many, many years, I was a loyal blood donor for the American Red Cross and a local collection group called LifeSouth.  Then, it dawned on me that their relationship with me was very mistrusting, asking me the same questions every time, checking my arms for needle marks every time.

I decided enough is enough. I’m squeamish enough as it is and have a tough time trusting strangers to stick needles in my arm who didn’t have to answer any personal questions from me.

So I quit giving.

If they can’t trust me, then why should I trust them any longer?

Shouldn’t there be a loyalty program for regular donors?