Why do I want to work with Hollywood?
So am I.
I suspect I will see real dancing robots.
I suspect I will see aliens of all shapes and forms.
I suspect I will learn things about time and space and the way they function that few do.
I suspect that it might be a real trip for the mind.
But most of all.
I got bills.
I gotta pay.
And it’s a promotion for a programmer.
I mean. After all the hard work I have put into getting my degrees and the time I have spent programming.
After realizing I had plateaued in other forms of programming. And my bills I couldn’t pay by sliding back to the same ole roles.
This is a higher paying programming position.
Plain and simple.
If you want me to pay my bills.
Which I want.
Then it’s up to you to get me into Hollywood.
As a creator.
You want me to succeed?
I deserve this.
I figure I am crazy enough for it. I should fit in well.
That and it’s a better paycheck. I can pay off my student loans, pay my dad off, and maybe have some dough to spend on a harem. And a house cleaner. And a dungeon for my harem. And a secret sex club for my harem. And a maid. And a Ferrari. And a custom built yacht that makes everyone else’s look like a Pinto. And a custom built smart house that will make Bill Gate’s house look like a stupid half brother. And a custom built car built by my favorite car manufacturer (Toyota).
And let’s face it. I dont want to develop this holodeck. I want to pay someone else to do it.
I just want to raise my own bar for fun and weirdness.
IF YOU – my MIND will have it.
No more drugs, ok? Just you and me and a better reality.