I thank you for your email but more so for being such a MegaTouch fan!! You are one of several million fans who play our product on a regular basis and I do appreciate your loyalty.
I also appreciate your concern regarding the pricing of the MegaTouch but unfortunately, it is not Merit who owns and operates the MegaTouch in Prime Time but it is a local businessman. Please check on the unit and hopefully you will find their contact information and I would certainly send your thoughts to them.
I have also passed your email onto Mr. Tom Kane, VP Sales for Merit Industries who is responsible for the US and Canada. I am responsible for all other markets therefore if you have any concerns while traveling the world please feel free to contact me.
I visited your website which I found to be quite unique & entertaining.
Again, thank you for your comments and please feel free to contact me at any time.
everyone is waiting to be discovered so you should discover them and then email them and say wow you have talent i am going to help you and recruit you because you are ridiculously intelliegent and creative and have character because you come from so much pain
and then you help them
but not in the manner in which you want to help them in you have to help them in the manner that strokes their capacity to be the same person they were that made you email them in the first place
you are not suppose to tell them to go to school to get better at what they already know how to do better than you because that is how they came to be
they merely are a different-shaped peg than the hole you already have that you want to fit them into
if this person is a slacker that is how they are because they went thru life being one doing the bare-minimum required of them because they do not care about grades in school so much
they pay attention to things that interest them and if it is not presented in an interesting enough manner than you are a failure of a teacher and you are not trying hard enough because the spark has gone away in your heart because no one properly inspired you and i am sorry about that
don’t refer to this person as “interesting” and leave it at that
you are only allowed to refer to them as “interesting” and be their friend, in their life, talk to them, guide them, help them, if you make a point to understand them and then go the extra yard and say, suckafool, you are a decent investment of my time, tell me what your needs are and i will do everything in my power to help you and we will both make money from this and then you guys write up a contract together and do wha tthe contract says and if your lawyer is a shady focker than you should not be even considering this whole investment-thing
because YOU are a shady focker
the rich can’t keep ripping off the poor
the rich can’t keep being rich
the poor hate the rich the rich hate the poor the poor manipulate the rich the rich stands alone the rich stands alone
hi ho the merry-o
the rich stands alone
the poor fucks the rich, the rich eats more cheese, the poor gets sort of famous, the rich says i invented the poor…the poor revolt, the poor revolt….and eventually goes to jail or something….
anyway
people need to change the way they think about these types of things, these words, titles, it’s such a waste of energy
what else
oh yeh, if you are a man, you will never get it because you do not know what it is like to shed the lining of a uterus and how much crazzyness that entails
all it is about women and menstruating is, they have zero tolerance for your bullshit, zero patience, nothing has changed about them other than that so you continue being males, ignoring your wife/gf and she is screaming at you about a frying pan in the sink and you are all guh?
it’s because you are sitting there, always, doing. nothing.
ok back on track here, how do you properly help this person, what do you do, what do you propose?
you propose nothing other than i want to help refine you because right now you are perfect, i just want to polish you a little and no i do not want you to be the next avril lavigne, i want you to be the next you, i want you to be the margaret cho of your desired industry and you are going to come to all of my fancy yuppie meetings and dazzle everybody and no it is not necessary for you to always be around me, you are allowed to work from home and slack off all you want because i bought you an assistant and they do all the organizing for you and they are completely satisfied in doing that and eventually they will quit and write a tell-all book about you and you will sue them or threaten to write a tell-all book about them and get it published first
it is your duty as “venture capitalist” to go hey, my job sucks i have TONS of money and i am going to approach this person and not wait for them to come to me
or if you’re lucky and have a smart apprentice, they find the talent and suggest it to you because they have a crush on you or know that they will also profit
moreover
EAT IT!
and i say that because i am a big pile of complaining because i am getting older and the smarter i get the dumber i act and one day i am going to just totally burn every bridge i almost had.
over the summer i walked around naked a lot [sketchy bikini] kuz i was all tanned well soon to be anyway and i was skinnier kuz i knew i was not going to be happy unless i made it so i was skinnier so i had lots of caffeine and depression pills and booze and close to zero sleep and fights with the entire universe and did any and everything to keep myself busy, as long as it was self-destructive and recriminating and stressed me out and made it so i talked like courtney love all over again and made me scarey because when i talked i sounded like i believed in myself so much and that everything i said was true and right and i just came off as arrogant and fucking irritating and then being “pretty” and “skinny” and “caucasian” and “female” and “tall” and “hyper” and “younger” made everything ten times better.
i hope your sarcasm meter is turned on.
so then i am known more as crazzy the minx, or crazy the minx, “affectionately coined” in toronto by the higher ups of coolness or something and i am like that is so funny and chuckled but then i felt really bad about myself.
when i come off as arrogant like i truely believe in myself i am doing it to make you believe in me, in my being, my spirit, it’s like i have to convince you that i am “a-ok” “howdy-pardner” “stranger” and so on and then i want you to take me seriously and then i want you to help me be organized and then that doesn’t happen and i start ignoring you because you just want to hang out with me because i am so frigging entertaining because, i am crazzy the minx.
aimee said “FUCK YOUR BLOG! People who know you should not be reading it.”
Real life people she meant and i thought about it and i agreed, just a little bit.
but still, having a blog is like existing. when you dont have one, you don’t exist, and if people don’t notice and read you or contact you and praise you over it you go, WHAT in the FUCK is WRONG with ME and WHY arent people PAYING to read me and sponsor all the clothes i am wearing because i know you are all reading and we could all be getting along and i could be advertising for you and making indie films for you of you and pushing you until you were the next coca cola or something.
but then, raymi would be selling out, no, raymi would be selling in, and raymi this raymi that, who fucking cares.
raymi is just a name i made up for a girl in this psyche ward and it was called the last minx and sort of becamse a self-fulfilling prophecy and it was a fluke that raymi was actually the name of this native indian cultural thing….
what is the point of all this?
there isn’t one, i go in circles, that is what you are accustom to and apparently i am ok with it. pfft.
i need anger management in the worst way i need to learn how to cope and i need to learn how to ask for help without having to ask for it because i have too much pride and then when it gets to talking money i either cry or scream in your fucking face because you just don’t understand permanent poverty mentality because you have never experienced it and yeh you probably have but still you don’t know it how i know it or how this other person i know knows it and maybe i don’t have the capacity to be a drug dealer or a scam artist everyday in a big city because i wasn’t born into a situation like that and i didn’t have false idols who were criminals and so i wanted to be the good guy in the movie but still i could always play the bad guy part, ten times better.
ungh.
when i start thinking about someone who has hurt me or my family or friend my brain starts pulsating and my fists clench and my whole body turns into the incredible hulk ‘cos i am fantasizing about telling off that person and then i stay up all nite in my bed until the fantasy tell-off is over and it is 4am and i have to wake up early for the job i slack off at.
this guy is awesome. obviously. his name is dick shagwell and i assume he is a penis that has a website and he has arms and legs and he fucks good. or he is a fucking DICK asshole meanASS mothafucking prick pussytease and he is in pornography because he was born with a porno name and his parents said oh look, we gave birth to a porno star? and then dick shagwell said, puhlease mama, shut yo’ trap and slapped her in the face and and then he jumped out of the doctor’s arms and karate-chopped off his umbilical cord and was all, PAYCE! and then snoop dogg passed him a joint and he flew away on a magic carpet and had all this money and bitches all over him a lot of the time and got all annoying so he was like, i am going to lay all of you because you are dumb needy bitches and they were like PLEEEEEEEASE!
anyway i am sure he is a nice penis with arms and legs who says funny stuff to hisself and then lets us read it and he did a washrooms piece which made me all reminiscent of my piece when i was 4 years old and typed in raymibonics, sinful!
and ps gavin at rocketpack.org what’s with the fucking google ads, don’t make me take my farticles down.
my friend ward is awesome. one time he stuck a circuit tester i got from the hardware store into the cigarette lighter of his car because he is ADD and i was ignoring him by using his cellfone running up his fone bill and so he got a fantastic idea and it was to touch every area of the interior of the car that was metal to see if there was a current running through it and so once he got to the cigarette lighter it went NREEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOWW and all these sparks flew out at us and the radio and the whole fucking car shut down ‘cos ward blew a trillion fuses but it was ok because we were going to the hardware store anyway ‘cos i had to work so ward hung around the parking lot taking apart his car and once he figured out which fuses to get he went in and my boss and i were laughing at him the entire time because of course i had prepared my boss for ward’s purchasing requirements and why they were required.
i wanted to be a vj and i was younger and less secure with myself and i wasn’t marketable at the time of my audition, read on for the robot email they sent me two years ago.
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>Thanks for coming to the audition, submitting your
>demo tape and considering MuchMusic as a place you
>would want to work. We had a look at your application,
>audition and tape, and while we appreciate your work,
>it’s not in the Much style we are looking for at the
>moment. If you wish to send in a new tape in a couple
>of months please feel free to do so. We wish you the
>best of luck in your future ventures.
they forgot to say ps. george strombooolupagus wants to eat me out. oh well.
You’re Geek Chic. Offbeat and with a thumbful of calluses, you spend most of your time catching Simpsons reruns and sucking down raspberry Jell-O. However, you’re still a hipster, you’ve still got your own style, and you probably dig the Velvet Underground’s “Who Loves the Sun?”
