Ooooo I am soooooo close!!! Launch is IMMINENT! I hooked up the website to merchant services today and am now waiting on Keith for the terms of services legal jargon AND for him to approve the pricing 😈 hehe.
I have dwelled on this pricing issue too long. To be honest I believe Leiman, (Also a Chinese American BTW) who owns the prototyping print makers, that my product is in a class of its own, and I doubled the price but left a back door for those that have been with me from the beginning.
Now I just have to convince Keith that this is the price. Because I can never raise it, it will be locked. And I thought about wholesale pricing and franchising, and I really must make that scalable which it won’t be if I’m charging too low to get me investing in some semi automation.
I’m thinking along the lines of having an in-line silicone mixing machine, which pre-charges or dispenses colour palettes according to my recipes. The veining in the medusae has to be controlled by pigment viscosity and ratios, and it’s taken me practice to reveal the veining that replicates the layers of malachite or semi precious stones with veins of metals in them.
I’m still immensely proud that I have done this, ooo and in 6 months too! That’s kinda nuts actually. To invent, develop and congruently with artistic value.
I think these works of art, are worthy of me being proud of on so many levels, that had I had not been what I have been through, the drive to solve a very common problem amongst women wouldn’t be there.
I just feel at peace now knowing there is a solution for those that are disbelieved and diminished by medicine, and I hope women come together and realize how angry they should be.
Yes they should be, many of us have screwed up insides that doctors say are too scarred to fix, through no fault of our own, and there is nothing they can do. I was one of those people with the seeds of growing amyloid pearls growing in my nerve plexus and around. I noticed three distinct pearls in my CT scan, that the radiologist just IGNORED. It pissed me off! Those pearls ARE removable. They happen to be sitting on the sacral-uterine ligaments and I’m pretty sure from the location, this was where I was ripped as a child and why they are so old they calcified.
But no. I have been derided for pointing those pearls out, and no one wants to deal with them. They all make excuses instead.
Well, let’s see, if I do end up having to have surgery regarding this mass up my butt, then I will point those pain points out and ASK the surgeon to investigate. Because this time, I won’t take no for an answer, I’ll go to the next surgeon that fucking listens to me.
It looks like I will have to be preparing for surgery in the near future because something is very wrong. I have actually lost weight, and my poop is fatty and stinky gross, despite the fasting even though I do actually feel better, there is most definitely a lump near or in the close proximity to my pancreas. Fuck knows what this is but fasting is the only way I can get through the night or I just feel like I’m gonna have a chest burster.
Anyway. Launch. Imminent. I’m so relieved!
Tomorrow I’m sculpting all day. I got molds to polish up, making them production ready will take a few days.
I’m so looking forward to this. And my book is actually coming along! Seems crazy, but I am able to distill a couple of pages a day from a tonne of stuff I’ve already written. This forum has proven a really practical and useful way of gaining myself. Growing. Replenishing, and building. I’ve learned so much just by spitting it all out. I will make sure to pay it back when I can actually take a salary out of my business. This is going to be my first salary in 2 years! Or is it 3? I don’t remember.
Wow. I’ve come so far. Oh, wondering where my dreams will take me tonight. Last night was weird as fuck - as usual I suppose…
I remembered I was searching for all the landmarks of the stones dragon and I had placed around the world. One stone, was black and layered with veins of trapped gold. Into this stone, I gave the secrets of forces, of Gravity and magnetism, of nuclear attraction and orbitals, of racing particles trapped in time in the sink hole of the black hole at the center of our galaxy. I shared the knowledge of dark matter and all things viscous that made us toil in effort, unless we knew where to look and how to adapt.
I came to the resting place of this black stone, and indeed it had been found! There was a huge city of stone, buried in the roots of ancient trees, but no one was there! The city was a ruin but if you looked closely, there were statues all around showing the forces of attraction in the body of a large naked women, and many men surrounding her and reaching to her, with their arms, and hapless dicks.
The female sculpture you could see, was everywhere, in places high above columns, where she carefully balanced her body on one foot and guided the flow of rain from her forehead in a perfect drop that traced without touching her hands and raised foot such that a single drip of water would leave her toes, and bless the foreheads of those that looked up and worshipped her gravity.
She was neither the Sun nor moon, but the embodiment of forces of attraction namely symbolic of gravity, and all the miniature men were depicted around her like little moons pulled by an invisible force on their penii.
This was a temple, and the city was dedicated to the force of gravity. I went to the central axis of the temple, and saw that the tower above, had been built on a room of columns. Each column had a man with a hard dick as though he were representing a planet. And I noticed. There was something odd about the direction of each man depicted on the stone column…
These carvings, were set upon what appeared to be a millstone, and without too much effort, one could rotate the carvings on the column, as though the columns themselves were somehow spindled, upon, maybe, a machine?
I looked at the layout of the columns and realized, they were not in fact geometrically laid out, but instead, almost random.. and there were three, unmistakably like Orion’s Belt, I realized these columns were representations of a star map.
And if you knew, the astrological date, you would know where to point every man’s leading stone dick. So, I rumbled each weightlessly balanced column, to move the dicks of men, such that, they all pointed to the star sign, that represented 5 thousand years before.
And as I did so, the room shuddered and dust eased itself off the ceilings and settled, but there was a thread where the dust did not go, a line in the stonework below me, that had now become unsealed.
Now to Orion’s Belt, and wind the columns around, until what rumbled below was clearly a giant keystone, and each of the pillars was a combination lock. To a chamber below that honoured the stone dragon and I had left….
They knew the giant floods were coming, and yet, the stone city was empty?
The roots of trees suggested the city had been dead for 6,000 years! So my rock didn’t save these people?! How so? What came of them, but there was no clue as to why they vanished.
Perhaps, climate changed enough, that they had nothing to feed the city hidden in the ancient forest? I marveled how these people figured out what I had left them, and even balanced an obelisk in the courtyard of the temple, so perfectly was it’s control if it’s center of gravity, that you could run a piece of paper under its base, as it was balanced on two edges of the four. What people could not see from this angle, was that there was a metal ball nested on the top of the column, to purposely roll off and signify below, where such huge rumbling of earthquakes were coming from….
I marveled how my message worked! But wondered why they had left their incredible city of stone.