if you were twelve and somebody told you this would you believe them

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5747478&forum_id=2Reputation#49081738)

"you mean you don't even have to be the best at playing games, just reasonably good and entertaining, and you can do it 8 hours a day and make million$?"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5747478&forum_id=2Reputation#49081739)

i don't know why anyone would *want* to be on camera all day to properly stream but you can take your "lunch thoughts" edit them a bit for maximum humor/drama/poignancy and shoot them off with very minor censorship and get real dollar cash usa rupee for this. bullshit neurons firing and misfiring in a way that some might call comical and some might call tragic and etc etc et al

all sorts of drawbacks, long term hinderances, let's forget about all of this for a minute (it's no different than most other professions in this respect) and sit for a brief moment in awe at what a tool to enable bare life and its ability to channel the cosmos that mankind has created

i am terrified, entertained, struck with dumb awe, i need to vomit up a metal endoskeleton, it is incredible. time moves so quickly on a macro level that it is too easy to further compress the events in its passage down to a brief blink in where "progress" to something indescrible sneaks around your cone of historical vision like a gremlin from the hit film "Gremlins". "the future" as charted from a fuzzy point in the mid 00s by an equally inspired and deranged technologian-cartographer is both hell and heaven, agony and ecstasy, a place of complete and utter extremes coexisting in a Blake-esque nightmare of polar whiplash from one point to another, an incredible and horrible thing.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5747478&forum_id=2Reputation#49081744)