Ranother Money Making Scheme!
Thursday 3:30p.m.
What a fabulous day I'm having today! Since leaving work yesterday, I think I've said hullo and goodbye once or twice with maybe a thank you thrown in. That's it. Here on the Unheard of Island, it's good to be King!
I caught a really good disease from Adolf's site this morning. You should try it. Narcissistic Personality Disorder. There are five things you have to have to be included, but I've got at least seven. One of the two that I need is about exploiting personal relationships. I don't exploit folk I know enough, but I'm hoping to sort that out with this post.
To set the scene: What a good day for ra bliss!! Contentment. Peace of mind. Can't remember when I've ever enjoyed a Thursday more. It must be not going to work on Monday and Tuesday. Now that the bug has gone I feel fantastic. All the thoughts in the meditations were affirmative and pleasant. I think the further you get away from flatheids, the better it gets. So this is how to give up work.
It's good to be King because a lot of stories are told about kings. Once there was a Conqueror called William. Being a conqueror involves a lot of killing and ten commandments says you shouldn't do that (that's why all the animals you eat come back and eat you when you're dead!). So William went to confession and the priest told him his penance was to say ten trillion Hail Mary's. William felt pretty funged by that till he realised he owned practically everything, being the king. So William set up tons of monasteries and had them filled with monks who prayed for him night and day. Smart basturn was William.
Then there was an emperor who was speaking to this big juju buddhisty boy. He asked the buddhisty boy if he'll gain merit for the future by building all these monasteries, temples and whatnot. The buddhisty boy says no. After a few more replies like this, the emperor asks the buddhisty boy who he is. The buddhisty boy says I don't know.
We're doing a bit of non-self and emptiness here maybe.
Here's how we make the money. Adolf has to do everything of course, but he will also be collecting the money. I only need about fifteen grand a year to fulfill all projects, so I'll settle for that. What I need to avoid going to work is a webcam with an interactive site, such as, I've heard some young women have for gentlemen callers.
So I'll meditate for folk who are too dumb to do it themselves. You dedicate the merit. A variation on the William the Conqueror thing. It probably won't do any good, but people need to be comforted. It could be for dead pets. It could be for ill folk, or dead folk. It doesn't matter who it's for. You sit in front of the webcam and have a sign saying: This hour is for Joe Bloggs. May he rest in peace.
Charge twenty pounds an hour. I'd like to meditate for ten hours a day. I'm for sale. £15,000 year off the top and the rest is for whoever does the technical stuff, and puts up the start up money.
That's you, Adolf! Since you fixed the links on my webpage the traffic has doubled. You've got nothing better to do anyway. If you do this, you'll increase your lifespan by ten years. Guaranteed by King Hotboy.
Adolf might need a bit of persuading on this, I fear. There's a guy from the National Rifle Association just showed up on the beach. He's shooting anything that lives and breathes. If Adolf doesn't do this, I'll have to tell this joe that Adolf is a communist, the last one left. Yes, I will. Then it's off to the bardo for you, pal. Remember what happened to Brian Wilson!
I think that's eight out of nine. Narcissistic? Surely not gorgeous old moi!
The one left that I can't get my head round is being envious. Fancy being envious of a flatheid! Flatheids can't envy me either because they have no conception of ra bliss.
Enough of this! Time to try and get the emptiness stuck onto ra bliss!! Ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss! This KingHotboyMadyamikaSurfingTheOceansOfBliss!!
What a fabulous day I'm having today! Since leaving work yesterday, I think I've said hullo and goodbye once or twice with maybe a thank you thrown in. That's it. Here on the Unheard of Island, it's good to be King!
I caught a really good disease from Adolf's site this morning. You should try it. Narcissistic Personality Disorder. There are five things you have to have to be included, but I've got at least seven. One of the two that I need is about exploiting personal relationships. I don't exploit folk I know enough, but I'm hoping to sort that out with this post.
To set the scene: What a good day for ra bliss!! Contentment. Peace of mind. Can't remember when I've ever enjoyed a Thursday more. It must be not going to work on Monday and Tuesday. Now that the bug has gone I feel fantastic. All the thoughts in the meditations were affirmative and pleasant. I think the further you get away from flatheids, the better it gets. So this is how to give up work.
It's good to be King because a lot of stories are told about kings. Once there was a Conqueror called William. Being a conqueror involves a lot of killing and ten commandments says you shouldn't do that (that's why all the animals you eat come back and eat you when you're dead!). So William went to confession and the priest told him his penance was to say ten trillion Hail Mary's. William felt pretty funged by that till he realised he owned practically everything, being the king. So William set up tons of monasteries and had them filled with monks who prayed for him night and day. Smart basturn was William.
Then there was an emperor who was speaking to this big juju buddhisty boy. He asked the buddhisty boy if he'll gain merit for the future by building all these monasteries, temples and whatnot. The buddhisty boy says no. After a few more replies like this, the emperor asks the buddhisty boy who he is. The buddhisty boy says I don't know.
We're doing a bit of non-self and emptiness here maybe.
Here's how we make the money. Adolf has to do everything of course, but he will also be collecting the money. I only need about fifteen grand a year to fulfill all projects, so I'll settle for that. What I need to avoid going to work is a webcam with an interactive site, such as, I've heard some young women have for gentlemen callers.
So I'll meditate for folk who are too dumb to do it themselves. You dedicate the merit. A variation on the William the Conqueror thing. It probably won't do any good, but people need to be comforted. It could be for dead pets. It could be for ill folk, or dead folk. It doesn't matter who it's for. You sit in front of the webcam and have a sign saying: This hour is for Joe Bloggs. May he rest in peace.
Charge twenty pounds an hour. I'd like to meditate for ten hours a day. I'm for sale. £15,000 year off the top and the rest is for whoever does the technical stuff, and puts up the start up money.
That's you, Adolf! Since you fixed the links on my webpage the traffic has doubled. You've got nothing better to do anyway. If you do this, you'll increase your lifespan by ten years. Guaranteed by King Hotboy.
Adolf might need a bit of persuading on this, I fear. There's a guy from the National Rifle Association just showed up on the beach. He's shooting anything that lives and breathes. If Adolf doesn't do this, I'll have to tell this joe that Adolf is a communist, the last one left. Yes, I will. Then it's off to the bardo for you, pal. Remember what happened to Brian Wilson!
I think that's eight out of nine. Narcissistic? Surely not gorgeous old moi!
The one left that I can't get my head round is being envious. Fancy being envious of a flatheid! Flatheids can't envy me either because they have no conception of ra bliss.
Enough of this! Time to try and get the emptiness stuck onto ra bliss!! Ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss! This KingHotboyMadyamikaSurfingTheOceansOfBliss!!
posted by Hotboy at 3:27 PM
13 Comments:
Wow Hotboy, you always have an idea to make money. I have a webcam for talking to my friends on msn messenger. They are not too terribly expensive. It is great fun to have a visual like phone!
Well, Lee Ann: do you want to be my agent or don't you? What is the point of being in this insurance business when you can make a fortune out of me meditating. I've decided to give Adolf the sack. Can you do everything from where you are? This is a fantastically wasted opportunity for you. I could meditate for ten hours in front of a webcam any day of the week. Then, there's the bit when you start levitating. Can't you sell this? Neither can I. Hope this helps. Hotboy p.s. Diseases mean that wonderings about not getting well arise. At least, here. That's why getting into ra bliss is a help. Instead. Hotboy
HB - I have handed over all the paperwork to a firm of lawyers specialising in litigation. I think you'll find the southern hemosphere rights are not yours to dispose of, Narcissistic Disorder or not.
The lawyers say I should sue for punitive damages and legal costs. I do hope we can resolve this without unpleasantness.
The webcam idea is a winner! If you want me to handle the prospectus, I can copy and paste much of this post, but I still need to be able to explain to the clientele how exactly you personalise the hour that they're paying for. Can you knock upsome kind of spiel and send me it before publication date?
When it comes to road-testing your service before we "go live", remember I already have a webcam, and I used to teach software testing.
LA - that's the idea, encourage hotboy to do the actual bliss "work" for a fixed salary, and you and I can divide the royalties between us. After we clean up, you may be able to build a few extra turrets on your castle.
Can we call you Rinpoche in the prospectus? What would be your full holy name?
There's a lot to learn in this scam business.
Might I suggest th e title:
"The Ranting Rinpoche"
Can I claim the rights to Africa for Hotboy's scam?
MM III
I've just read the Lee Ann interrogation by Carl Spackler. A lot of people read that, so I was concerned she might let something slip. But despite all the trick questions she didn't give away our money-spinning scheme. The woman's a real professional. Wasted in insurance underwriting.
I'm happy for Menzies to cover all business in Zaire and Tanzania, and everything down from there. Lee Ann should be consulted about the bulgy part. Even though most of that is desert, it's only courteous to ask her first.
A done deal, then. I'm already wondering what I'll spend the income on. A pool, I think.
On a related matter, I see from this statistics that Madyamika's appears to be the 30th most popular website in the world. However, there's a slight technical hitch, and its actually www.blogspot.com which is 30th.
Nevertheless, someone with no scruples whatsoever, such as Hotboy, might make use of that statistic in promotional materials.
I hope that helps.
MM III
Hey Rob Yes! I would like the idea of building onto my Castle. Count me in!
HB, the funny thing when you ask me if I want to be your "Agent". I have an Agent's license here. (It is for being an Insurance Producer for Life, health, Property, Casualty). Even though I have an Agent's license, I don't work as an Agent, I am an Underwriter (for Workers' Compensation). Now I know that the "Agent" you are talking about is different. It would probably be much more fun being your agent!
Dovdickodo! It is time to wet the asegai, or whatever yon spear is called. You're allowed to kill people. Cabbage has taken enough. It is time he got his bottom over here to Bonnie Scotland. In Braveheart we just chopped them all up until they got us back. Same thing Dovey. You're allowed to kill anyone who plays or even likes cricket, a very stupid game. Also, Cabbage has to come and teach me how to not try and be wonderful. Tell him just to uprise, kill the bum and hightail it off to the allotment hut! Hope this helps as well. Hotboy
Lee Ann: You can't get out of it now. I mean, talk about synchronicity across the bloggy place! An agent already! It all fits in. Adolf is a genius ... at all that fiddly stuff, I'm sure. Or if he isn't, just give him the books and visions of future world dominance. I can bring in Brian Wilson who is known all over the world wide web for getting awarded an ashtray (invisible on the photie!) for marketing something far more obscure than this! Mingin is going to have to go, I'm afraid. I've already got somebody on it. Just lift me into position. Andy Warhol eat your heart out! Hotboy
HB - sorry for my emotional outburst earlier, it's a bit fraught here just now, with the out-laws from NZ singing hymns and sleeping all over the floor.
In the photo you remarked on, I had just been through the ultimate rejuvenating experience, several years living away from Edinburgh.
Regarding my inner demons, I have resolved many of those in the meantime, and I no longer need to chase the bliss. I hope this helps.
LA - I will be visiting hotboy in the next year or two, mainly to collect my royalties, but I can take some pics of the spire that he describes. It is very striking. My mother lives beside it. I feel sure she and hotboy would hit it off. They have much in common. Class hatred for one thing.
Adolf! Mingin and everybody! I would like to apologise for telling Cabbage to rise up and create a lot of bother. Especially, to Cabbage, deep bowing apologising going on here. I have to remember that this enlightment juju is really a community thing. It's not me. You cannot emanate as a deity unless you are surrounded by deities. So, come if you can, Cabbage, and we shall be co-emanating, co-existing, in the juju. If you kill some joe/josephine,don't say I sent you. Loving kindness, compassion, selflessness and such like are the basis of the path. This might help somebody. Probably not me. Hotboy
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