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welcome to my hell
A Place where Hope hath deferredAbout “The System”
wake me from this nightmare
Undoubtedly, it was not too unlike when Aaron tossed a pile of gold into a fire – and out popped a golden calf. Things just happen. And I am sure it happened just like that – because that is almost exactly what happened to me. After struggling for years in a deserted wilderness, and tossing a lot of gold into a smokey, bottomless pit, I eventually found myself staring at a blank computer screen, and a few fuzzy moments later, this was just staring back at me – I’m sure a lot like that calf was staring at Aaron when Moses awkwardly confronted him…
Now, I hope you fully understand that the fact you got lost, or happened to wander over to this page, gives me full legal right and the moral justification I need to steal just a little bit more of your valuable time on the way to selling you something – and, I would like to tell you it is something that you don’t really need, but if you are a half-serious typist, I would be guilty of lying – because it you type a lot, then you DO need this – and even though you never [thought you] needed one before – you most definitely need it now.
a world full of nerds
[Could not compete with this One]hail the almighty alpha nerd
Now I know you didn’t know this, because I also read minds; and I know some of you are wondering what in the world qualified me to create any abbreviation system, let alone one as complex as “The System?” Well, all I can produce is circumstantial evidence, but did any of you happen to notice those mountainous stacks of notes in the pics? Those are mine. And the 6 massive stacks on the table represent only a handful of them, and are just what stacked up [with copies] the past 2 years trying to keep up with current events while creating “The System.”
the would-be competition
Now, a massive, herculean project like this abbreviation dictionary rightly should have been commandeered by a Ph.D professor at some well-funded, Ivy League university with a small army of over-anxious, nerdy students stumbling and fumbling all over themselves to gain the most extra-credit. But no. Didn’t happen. It was just me. If they would have done it, I would have bought it – quite gladly, I might add – and as you will soon enough be convinced. But as you will also soon enough see, it takes a whole lot of betas – to equal one Alpha Nerd!
However, in the end it turned out that a system as simple, and yet as complex as “The System,” really did need to be pioneered by one person, as it was necessary for one individual mind to deal with all the issues one by one – in order to formulate the patterns, and to maintain the overall organization and consistency – which might not so easily happen with a dozen immature brains spouting out obscure ideas – and then debating and voting on them. And it would have been even worse, much worse, if it would have been sectioned out and handed to different teams.
Nope. Scrap all that. Hand it off to the Alpha – as this was a job for the Arnold Swarzenegger of Nerds.
Got any Suggestions?
['m kind of tied up at the moment...]The pit and the pendulum
Nevertheless, I stuck it out and paid the price – and after decades of intense research, I am just sophisticated enough to know that I am not all that sophisticated; yet still pragmatic enough to understand a writer should have something original, accurate, and interesting to write about – rather than being some overpaid, self-anointed, political hack fetching six-figures to vomit out puky, rehashed corporate garbage talking points all day long.
Pummeled senseless
By the fury of an Unseen Powerthe quagmire
Apparently demons despise wordsmiths – for strange things happened from the time I felt inspired to write. I know it is difficult for an outsider to understand, but the only way to explain it is that I somehow found myself stuck in some kind of cosmic quagmire; caught up in a timeless continuum; an endless loop of nonsense and demonic distractions where nothing made sense – and utterly ridiculous, confusing scenarios seemed to keep regurgitating themselves – causing trouble, sorrow, and irritating delays as I struggled to continue my craft.
Through the distractions I would just keep studying – at times scarcely aware of my surroundings; until one strange day I awoke from the haze to discover I was a real-life Rip Van Winkle – except when he fell asleep for 20 years, he awoke to the glorious revelation that he had missed fighting in the American Revolution; whereas when I finally poked my weary head up out of the dense Orwellian fog, I awoke to a rude awakening and discovered that the America I was reading about no longer existed, and I was now a registered citizen – in the “Twilight Zone.”
It was like waking up in a creepy place where the masses act like mind-controlled zombies – and nothing makes sense, yet everything makes sense; like waking up in a poorly-written sequel of the “Revenge of the Nerds” (but not the good kind) where the inmates have rebelled and taken control of the asylum; as one half of the people cheers them on and votes for their own demise; while the other half scarcely bothers to notice – and the media routinely lies and plays them off one another, yet everyone is too hazy and confused to figure anything out for certain.
And freakiest of all, the whole thing is like the movie where everyone is in on the plot – but you.
escaping the pit
Serious. Got any Suggestions?atypical over-dramatization
The tale finally came to a harrowing turn of events, when, after literally decades of battling everything from circumstances, to warlocks and witches, to demons and goblins, their helpers, and other assorted beasts – I finally overcame it all [in a valiant show of marked heroism far too involved to get into here]. Then, finally, remarkably, after making some final preparations, I sat at my computer to jot down a few simple abbreviations.
And 3 years and 33,000 abbreviations later, I am still in the same chair – like some hamster treading a wheel.
To recap: There I was, poor innocent me; just minding my own business; working and working and working, preparing and preparing and preparing; and I was just about ready to sit down to write for the umpteenth time – that is, until Destiny stepped in and through me another curve – making me possibly the most reluctant [and perhaps most miserable] inventor the world has ever witnessed – very likely in the history of mankind, I might add.
Don't worry about me
Just caught in a brainstormthe making of “the system“
Seriously folks, here’s the story in a nutshell: In the beginning I was not all that excited to get started on it. In fact, I was actually quite reluctant to even begin creating any abbreviations at all. My heart was just not in it, and I did not even want to spend one more day in preparation – after the tribulation and seemingly non-stop horrors I had endured up to that point. There was already serious mounting pressure, and things were getting tighter every day. However, deep down I knew it would be well worth it to get down at least a few dozen abbreviations – so after I set down my last research book, I sat down to the unenviable task.
The motivating factor
The Moment of Disillusionment
“The system” is birthed
“The system” is Refined
Mucho El Paradisio
No Problemos - (see you in Rio)“he who laughs last“
“Laughs best“
A New Science Emerged
(That Was Really More Of An Art)Warning: highly addictive
the future is here
Don't dare get Left Behindtypists are STILL the future
Final note from the author
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"The System" in action
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"The System" is for you
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