Using a pick on your guitar,

...Is a lot like using a dildo on your girlfriend, you can't really get into it.

Trying to remind myself this blog exists. I think there are two major problems.

1.I have too many blogs¹ (a problem I don't currently wish to remedy and don't expect to in the future)

2.In order to post one, I have to be near a computer, and in order to be near a computer I need to be at home. (which is incredibly inconvenient²)

the thing about the inspiration to write, is it comes at random times in random places and if not dealt with abruptly it leaves suddenly and violently. And the thing is, I like writing, but having something to say is not something I have any control over. (I blame it on the fact that I didn't read much as a child³)

The obvious solution would be for me to get a top of the line pda phone⁴... possibly the most expensive phone offered by an American service provider (I've got my sights set on some high quality mobile computing here⁵) to keep me fully in control of my digital biosphere.

But another problem arises on the way to my solutlion⁶, money. And as evidenced by the fact that I don't even have a regular cell phone at the moment, I am not one blessed with fortune.

Which leads me to solution B! Operation Marlon Needs To Make Some Goddamn Money! (as it's officially titled) Where I'll be trying various means, (summer job hunting, busking, street vending, freelance writing, art selling, gardening, etc.⁷) while hopefully hilariously chronicling my efforts on the road to technological supremacy (and hopefully not, but most likely failing) (Where's you optimism, soldier?).

This is my goal for this summer.

It even takes priority over leaving the country, teaching myself kung fu, petitioning/protesting to legalize nunchucks, writing at least one screenplay, and learning breakdancing, juggling, and magic tricks.

Wish me luck, non-existant readers,
-The artist formerly known as Romulus.

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1.There's at least 11 of them. seriously.

2.especially since my computer is probably close to a decade old (I got it five years ago and it was refurbished), is not completely reliable, and DECIDES TO UPDATE PRETTYMUCH EVERYTIME I GET ON(at 3am)

3.I just didn't care much about stories unless I was watching them happen or I was making them up.

4.HTC Fuze

5.Mad hax

6.This phone costs 345 f***ing dollars!

7. I might even try selling drugs and prostitution if I was more confident in my ability/willingness to get laid or wasn't completely lost about where to actually get drugs to by or sell...or wasn't completely sure I'd get caught, sent to prison and rizzaped(that's rap for sodomized). But I wouldn't panhandle, that goes against my principles.