11/

A new goal:

In the age of Pokemon and Beanie Babies we all need something to collect. This combined with a constant need for money (which automatically precludes most collecting) and a disinterest in most mainstream things (like Beanie Babies and Pokemon) I have decided to up the ante and create a life experience collection list. In this case, I want to develop a list of trashy jobs that one should hold and a tally of how I'm doing. I invite you, my loyal readership of possibly one to join me and add as many as you can think of. Here's what I have:

Movie Rental Store Clerk (done)
Gas Station Attendant (done)
Waiter (doing)
Bartender (arguably the same thing as waiting, but too much cooler and financially advantageous to be the same)
Valet (I applied for this today)
Camp Councelor (done)
Medical Test Subject (Techinically I did have new ultrasound equiptment used on me, but I may have to pursue this a little futher to nail it down. I believe this one is crucial to atruely trashy income)
Model (Again, I techinically modeled for the ultra sound people, but this one isn't important enought to follow up on. In fact, I think it's rather cool to subvert this category)
Security Guard (desk attendant, let's not kid ourselves, it's the same thing)
"freelancing" (otherwise known as scamming your way through on crap odd jobs and credit cards, done)
bum/unemployed (been unemployed, but never been payed for it)
Construction Laborer (done and done)

So it looks like I'm rounding out the end of the collection. Bartender, Valet and a couple of medical tests and I'll have caught them all, unless you the viewing public can help me out and name off a few others. Because let's face it, it's not about the having, it's about the getting.

10/

George Carlin once said that no one can ever truely know what they look like in sunglasses.

I'll take it a step further: No one can ever truely know what they look like. Two steps: Or smell, feel, taste, or sound like. It is infact impossible to have any objective view on one's self. It's contray to the whole idea.
(Admittedly this assumes a self-concept derived through the 5 senses, but I defy you to comment with any argument fleshing out my concession).

That said considering my solipsotic outlook, means the one thing that I know is that I know nothing.

Wrap your head around that worthless zen.