Not as telling as:faiuwle wrote:I am just as lost as you are, but can't help but think that maybe the fact that he seems to think that "conworlding" is the equivalent of playing with some kind of app to decorate a planet-shaped image with sprites of trees around the edges is rather telling here.
Money for funding this project will come from somewhere. Maybe I'll sell a few books, or get a job as a janitor. My first dilemma, or choice, is to decide if THAT should be a flat planet or round planet. It could also exist as both. I think I'll let my computer decide.
Why a planet? A basic answer is I need a place to put my stuff. I am currently homeless and couch surfing. This condition, to put it bluntly, sucks! I am also thinking that THAT might be the first intergalactic homeless shelter.
I suppose that I'll need some tools to create my planet, my hands and my mind are a given necessity. I own some general carpentry and plumbing tools but will have a definite need for electronic and computer repair tools. Dental and surgical tools are important too, as are chef's tools. I will also need beer making tools, because without beer, what's the point?! In fact, I will need flowers and bees, and honey to brew meed. I'll need grapes for wine. Alcohol will get the action moving. I imagine Earth will supply most of the initial resources to get planet THAT going, after which the plan is to become entirely self sufficient. The power for planet THAT will be solar power supplied by the sun. I'll need Oceans, sky, robots, dirt, metal, computers, sand, movies, and bicycles. Cars and TV will be off the list , because I want to see if I can live without them. I currently own a car but no TV. To make $ to get THAT off the ground, the plan is to write asemic scripts to direct the action on Earth. Asemic writing is an essential component for the entire project. I'll tell more about it soon!
I am sure that any day now I will crash on THAT. Hopefully I'll be able to walk away from the situation with my mynd intact, or at least half my mynd intact. One of the most important objects that will be housed on THAT is my Paranoia Machine (the hat I wear on the internet). The PM is a scary book. I don't think that the Earth can handle the weight of its existence. The PM is my peripheral vision reading machine. It's my nightmare machine. It's a book with no beginning and no end. The pages of The PM just spin around in circles in an orbit beyond the lens. I like to read the PM when I am hanging out at The Cafe Decameron. The Cafe D is the only cafe on THAT, and the cafe is currently hiring. The ideal employee will be familiar with a Babel Fish/ xenolinguistics, and French Lettrisme. I don't own the cafe but I am a regular.
