Yesterday evening I was in need of a good, free couch to pose my Real Dolls on. And yes I have two of them, and yes they are Lesbians, that is a lifestyle choice they have made and I am supporting them in that. This is why I needed the couch: they won't sleep in my bed anymore.
So I headed over to Craigslist, browsing the ads, which is sort of like America's dumping ground for junk you can't be arsed to eBay.
I quickly found a suitable couch, and the grainy, out of focus picture of the davenport in action featured (surprise, surprise!) a grimy carpet, a Nintendo Pii-Wii controller, and a Bob Marley poster peeling off the wall just enough to see the crumbling, cracked plaster facade of one man's failed life.
It's easy to picture the owner of this couch, some crybaby hipster doofus who probably just got laid off from his Web 2.0 social media embeddable widget start-up Flipspan.com, and is too lazy to move or sell his couch. So he just dumps it on the sidewalk, posts it as "Free!" on Craigslist and forgets about it, feeling good about himself for "giving back to the community" and "defeating the corporate couch-industrial complex," never mind that three weeks after he's moved out of the neighborhood the fucking couch is still there, stained with rain-induced mildew and dog urine.
My city is full of generous guys like these, in their post-ironic T-shirts featuring Che Guevara printed up Andy Warhol-style. Actually, I only invented that mental image right now, but of course Google already had it ready to serve up. This proves stonermagically that everything already exists on the Internet. You just have to bongwish it into being.
So take that, you Extropian fiends! No more waiting around for your Singularity. The Internet is obviously already sentient and telepathic; it is already the collective unconscious of the human race, which is why it is already jammed up to its virtual visual cortex with porn.
Anyhoo, after losing interest in the couch and musing upon what a dirty mind this Internet fellow has, I blundered across the phenomenon Mr. Singularity would call "a coincidence" but which a hipster doofus would call "synchronicity" because Sting wrote an album about it, which makes it real in hipster doofus physics.
The synchronicity in question was this attention-grabbing sodomization of reality:
Make $20k+ a Year. Second Life Virtual Business! WOW! - $152
This is a real post, though it will probably be gone in a week or so since they auto-expire; however you can find more by googling craigs. I put up a screen shot as proof, but if you cannot read the tiny print, here is what it says:
I am currently selling my virtual business in the game of secondlife. (Visit Secondlife.com for more info on the game.) Basically this game is a virtual metaverse that is a copy of Real Life. There are over 5,000,000 Users worldwide and over $1,250,000USD IN DAILY CURRENCY FLOWING AROUND THE GAME. Yes, this means that a piece of that $1.2 Mill Daily could be yours! I am not saying you will make anywhere close to $1.2 Mill daily but hey, who knows? Basically you buy this business from me and set it up and watch sales come in. It requires no more then 1 hour a week of your time after the intitial setup. Just check your mall rental fees and check your sales and answer customers questions. The reason I am selling this business is because i sold my personal computer and I am going off to SCHOOL.
Wow, only one hour a week and hey, who knows, I might make twenty thousand or maybe even some of that MILLION dollars flowing around the world like group spam! This kind of wishful thinking is what we might call hipster doofus economics, preying on the greed and naiveté of a generation of deadbeats whose decaying public schools have left them so bad at math they think they can get rich quick sitting on a couch, masturbating to Donald Trump's television-based reality.
But I am on to you, hipster doofus. If you sold your personal computer and are going to school, then how did you manage to use your computer to post an ad for your urine-soaked couch of a business?
You can tell by the screen shot of that little FEMA trailer of a shop that this guy is not exactly Anshe Chung enterprises. Let's take a closer look at some of his merchandise. Ha, ha Pittsburgh Pirates. Hipsters like irony:
I added the encouraging caption, because you'll need some if you think you're going to make twenty thousand dollars a year selling contraband virtual baseball hats.
That raises a good question though: if an unlicensed fake is sold in a virtual world do the two irrealities somehow cancel each other out like Sting's songs and turn into something real, like my undying love for Phillip Linden?
You see, to prove my undying love I created a robot Phillip to do my bidding in my own hellish FEMA trailer of a Second Life store. And that's real.
But am I being hypocritical mocking that Craigslist guy for trying to sell his joke business, while at the same time operating the Tiny Dancing Branding Center, which by the way is the world's #1 source for ugly "M Linden Power Idling" T-shirts, on sale now for a limited time only for the low, low price of ten Lindens, available both in world and on the SL Exchange?
Yes, yes I am, because hypocrisy is hipster doofus politics, and if you happen to see this headline on Craiglist some day:
Make $20k+ a Year Selling Ugly M Linden Power Idling T-Shirts! WOW! $200
then you'll know Flipscan.com has gone out of business, I lost my job, gave away my couch, and I'm all out of Real Dolls to sell.