posted on Sep, 20 2005 @ 10:33 PM
You might think "porn star" sounds kind of dramatic. But I saw a documentary once on the lives those people lead. They do a lot of drugs, but not
to party. They do drugs to stay awake. Standing around for 10 hours in the nude, waiting for the sound-check guys to finish arguing with the
lighting people about whose equipment is causing power outtages. And your the only one naked. Most of the guys can't stay "focused," and they
have to keep doing drugs to stay aroused.
Hmm. One of my triumphs on BTS has been my long-running 'evil genius' thread, where we talked about being world emperors. Other than Genghis Khan
and the Original Ottoman, most emperors did NOT die of old age. Poisoned, or throat slit in their sleep. That takes a lot of the fun out of
oppressing. And unless you have the luck of Castro, there will probably be an unpleasant coup before you can retire to Switzerland.
Howabout being a "captain of industry," running a company that is so big it's practically trans-planetary. You still get all the jets and massages
and junkets in the Carribean. And the Corporation is SO big, no one can really be sure whether or not your really screwing it up. Guys like Lee
Iacoca and Roger whatzisname at GM. Both of those guys were on the fronts of magazines back in the 80's. Only decades later did we find out they
were flushing money down the toilet for their shareholders the whole time. And now, Iacocca's even back at the helm of Daimler-Chrysler, after he
drove the US part into bankruptcy. Same as Trump. Not many people have been bankrupt THREE times in one life! And he still gets treated like he's
an authority on firing people!
Of course if this is really a "dream job" that should include starship pilot, as someone pointed out. That sounds pretty cool, until I think about
the liability issues. I bet your insurance would cost more than your life earnings, to offset the chance of you driving a billion-credit ship into
the ground at mach-25.
In my days of youthful oblivion, I might have suggested "marijuana conisseur and critic;" but I'm actually trying to accomplish something with my
life besides watching Twilight Zone re-runs and wondering if the cops are right outside the door . . .
Someone mentioned "archaeologist." As many of you know, I already HAD that career. And yes, it was a dream job. The only problem was that the
pachecks turned out to be largely a mirage as well.
You know who I think has a great job? Samantha Brown, that perky little blonde chick who goes around and rates luxury hotels on the travel network.
Frau Dr. used to leave that show on the TV in the background, until I mentioned that I thought Samantha was kind of cute. So now we're back to CSPAN
as our base channel.
I might choose wizard. But then, I'd probably end up as a sideshow carnie. There's just never a free lunch, ya know.
Maybe I could be some kind of revered cultural icon. Like Warhol or T.S. Hunter or Abbie hoffman or something. They got to hang out at the coolest
parties for like a decade and a half each. Of course, they all died miserably. Oh well, sometimes ya eat the bear, and sometimes the bear eats
Let's talk about pirate. Not the software kind. The grog-drinking, buckle-swashing, rape the bank and loot the villagers kind. Even though that's
another life that is nasty, cruel, brutish and short, it still rocks.
Y'all would think I was nuts if I said Pope. So I won't even go there.
Sorry for the rambling. Frau Dr. is out of town till tomorrow night. That's why I'm hanging around ATS, waiting for the kids to fall asleep in the