One might suppose that the saying goes "things are not always as they seem"... but after a few years of saying that, it gets to the point where, it's predictable anyway, you just have to understand how to predict what based on what all else.

So, in the end, things truly ARE as they seem - interpretation is key in all observations, after all. I am moving forward with this theory, given all the hypothesis and postulates and corollaries....

Does it make a presumptuous twit of me to suppose as much? I've not been blind, I've not been deaf. I have listened to the wind speak, I have watched the dawn blossom, and I have witnessed life and death and the extension of growth and decay between each.

Perhaps my point of view is limited to first person... but can I be blamed? Anything more would be considered schizo. I am, but that is all I am. I am only as I am. As I am perceived... well, that is up to the observer.

While this theory has been laid out, though, I am left to wonder what else is there to see? What have I missed? Surely I have missed something. I have my fingers in a million little pots, my poor head wrapped up in a thousand twining lines of following thought and prospect.

Given this... is it any wonder I generally seem to come across as something of a nut job? Failure is just another way how not to do something. To do the same thing again and again and expect different results is the definition of insanity. Therefore, extrapolating from these, one would imagine that all the ways how not to do everything would have been figured by now.

For some reason... nobody who fails wants to share how not to do it. How not to fail in that direction. How not to mess up, how not to get nothing done. How not to reach for a goal, fall short, and have to deal with the resulting, crushing emotional blow.

Why is that?

Case in point; The ONLY evidence that the entertainment industry is still operational and in existence are the products they put out. Music CDs, movie DVDs, other sundry things.

But you know what? The cloud of bloodsucking con-artist flies surrounding the industry is so very thick, it cannot be seen anymore.

Invest in Joe Blow, get screwed.

Invest in Fanny Mae, get screwed.

Invest in Jose Santiago, get screwed.

Invest in Foreign Whatchimabob, get screwed.

At the end of the day, perfectly good, dedicated young fresh talent is left feeling stripped, used, and is unequivocally broken. There are no avenues to enter into anything, spare just one - and even that one is questionable, as I could probably name you quite a number of graduates from the schools who offer classes in acting who went on to do something a whole lot more mundane than flail in front of an expensive camera.

School is no guarantee. It has come to my attention that unless you know someone already on the inside... there is no way in. And there is no way to get at those on the inside, to get to know them. They live in gated communities, walk around surrounded by bodyguards, and hide behind locked studio doors.

It's no wonder the economy is failing... con artists outnumber legit employers!

Not to mention legit employers are almost as stingy and horrible. Con artists are at least polite, and still know how to use a silver tongue.

So... Rant Over.