Health Cake System

Let’s say you have a cake. Let’s say you have the Greatest Cake in the World. Now let’s say that cake is covered in rotten maggots. You must get through the rotten maggots to get to the cake. Maybe you can pay the rotten maggots to bring you the cake? Maybe some want to actually train the maggots and dress them in tiny waiter suits and make them carry tiny plates around? Maybe they’re still maggots?

Some people have pretty good cakes. Maybe not the best, but it’s good. You can have as much as you want, too; just pay the entrance fee. Maybe that maggot cake has an entrance fee, but you’re actually paying for people later on, those people have to pay the maggots anyway, and there are people outside ranting about how the bakery is going to be demolished any day and the only way to prevent it is to give the maggots complete control of the cake.

On one hand, I just now realized I’m basically calling insurance companies maggots and feel I should apologize, but on the other hand, I really don’t think I want to.

Anyway, let’s say you have Greatest Cake etc. but without maggots, but it’s on top of a mountain. Sure, you could buy a helicopter to fly up there and get it, but what if  all you can afford to help you climb is a rusty shovel covered in blood and a big maggot that failed its driving test? What if someone says they’ll pay for those tools, though? What if someone says they’ll buy you a whole helicopter? Oh. The maggot is flying the helicopter. Well, shoot.

Anyway, it turns out the entire time the cake was a fake and was actually a craps table in a casino, and you can bet money on how much cake you get. Then it turns out you spent a lot of money and got a lot of cake but you’re not even hungry now. The person next to you had no money to bet and is really hungry. And then the metaphor breaks down because, I mean, the cake-winner could just give some cake to the hungry person, right? Because we as humans would ever do such a thing?? I mean the cake goes bad at the end of the year so you have to bet again for some and everyone has to do it at the same time in a short period so it’s UTTER CHAOS

Dear the U.S., aka where I live: can you eliminate the middleman on health care please. I work for one, and I won’t mind!

New Darmenzi chapter 8, Faulty Alliance

I’ve been sick the past couple days, so this is up a day late. I’m feeling mostly better, still kinda mucusy and coughing and I’m sure after dayjob today I’ll feel lousy but I guess that’s the price for capitalism: always feelin’ lousy.

Anyway, chapter 8: a critical chapter in the story. Deals are made, lost, won, and purple. The gamebook is stabbed a few times. Things get heavy, or at least heavier, or at least havier, or at least haviless. Somebody’s angry! And nobody knows what to dooooo. Dead end, the end, the star got stuck in a wall.

Just read it before I have to make more of these ridiculous remarks. As always, my Patreon is a thing that may someday help me live off writing, which will make being sick less of a problem because I won’t have to talk to people all day. (Seriously, sore throat makes that impossible.)

Lastly, I’ve started editing Slubes for the final version; being sick kinda put a halt to that, but I’ll get back to it this week and try to push through while dayjob is forcing overtime and did I mention Patreon yet? I did? Okay. I should have information on the final release of Slubes by the end of the year–not an exact release date, I don’t think, but a pretty good idea.