Long day at work. Pulling weeds in some rich guy’s backyard-forest in upstate NY. Bugs swarm me all day. 85 degrees. Humid. Muddy. Dirty. Sweating. Ruined my clothes. Made $180. 6 hours. Finally done, drive to planet fitness, shower. McDonalds. Food. Sit down. With laptop.
Honey it's July 4th, make sure to pick up a huge glowing sign that says family so we can put it out on the lawn for some reason. Also don't forget the giant remote control plastic mini cooper we need for the picture
golf update- no one ever goes to the range in town so it's all mine. No one even works there. You just get your golf balls from a machine. I guess a guy mows it and sucks up the golf balls with a machine occasionally. Seems like a really good business to own
2040 population distribution predictions:
-90% brainless content zombies who are functionally illiterate, cannot write a paragraph
-5% Neo-Amish flip phone users
-5% elites and superelites at algorithmic war with each other to steer the 90% to their whims
Instead of mass immigration we could have gamers doing productive labor all across the country without having to commute. I want to kick back & listen to music or a podcast while remotely operating a hay baler in Wyoming.