The Sunset Project (Ridgeway Apartment Complex Memos)

I read the entire series of Dragonlance books. It took eight years, pretty much a straight eight to read them all. I'm pretty fucked up when you think about it, reading shit like that for that amount of time. I got into a fantasy world and it felt a lot better than I thought it would. A lot better. Believe me, when it's orcs you're into, you're also into other weird shit, at least that's what they say. Actually, a lot of people never even knew what I was up to. The eight year estimate (actually very well documented hours spent), is a condensed time. It actually took 24 years, which means that 33% of my time was spent Lancing, 15% in Ansalon alone. That's a lot of time. It averages out to eight hours a day, coincidentally, and that can be brutal when you have an entire other life to live. If you have an entire other life to live. For me, no problems were had. You see what I'm implying, no need for explanation.

Anyway, because of this rather sick addiction and voluntary prison time I served, I've now gained a new perspective: you don't have to be a captain of industry to change the economy. Simply put, you can really throw a stick in the mechanics of capitalism by simply buying paperback Dragonlance books at rummage sales and reading them for years, producing practically nothing valuable to society and fucking everything by creating a fantasy world in my head. So, now that I've done my "homework," I'm leaning towards a new political affiliation. This affiliation, unlike other old time political philosophies dealing with societal change and/or stagnancy, complex economic systems, and militaristic threats, this will be solely based on the idea of 700,000 pages of fantasy novel fictionalization implanted into the cerebral cortex. That is, nothing will be related to reality, but everything will be much more real. Good luck fuckers - once this catches on we'll all be spending plenty of time imaging dark dungeon spaces and magical potions, even more so than Cheney and Rumsfeld ever dreamed of. See you in an eventual time space environment buried deep in the annals of Canadian misanthropy.