Today I got a taste of what I'd like to do for the rest of my life. I don't want to work in a box. I don't want to work with a fucking name tag pinned to my shirt. I don't find reward in any of that. I like working in no boundries, like a fucking mountain with the sun and some people that I'll interact with based on what's so fascinating about the mountain. If I could I'd be a little more brash and less gimmicky.
This is a fucking mountain and 100 years ago, it did little to the world. Then someone who wanted money put a sign on it with flashing lights to sell real estate. The sign, was Hollywoodland.
It sits on Mt. Lee named for the first man to have a car business and radio station in Hollywood. Go him :) Actually I'd like a mountain named after me. But then again, if it ain't the tallest who gives a shit right? But if I knew a mountain was named after me I'd put weird shit around the place to fuck with people. It's my mountain. Not yours. So suck it.
(Side Note: That little white and blue thing is Snez. It's a Snezhik which is from Snezhinsk, Russia. What is a snezhik? I'll explain later. For now it has no affiliation with Hollywood, unless it gets a movie deal and a horrible movie that is worse than the live action Garfield Movie which even Bill Murry regrets being a part of)
For accurate purposes I'm not gonna get into detail now. I like to a) check and re check my facts b) quote sources and other journalist crap. So since i'm not checking sources my version of the Hollywood sign is really that is was mad by aliens so they could channel all the talent into one spot and have shows like I love lucy transmit to them over a long period of time. Also those aliens are not gonna be happy when they get Jersey Shore. That's when they'll gear up their star ships and nuke the shit out of New Jersey. Luckily, I'll be dead by that point.
:)
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