UPDATE: Sisyphus Transcription Project

Great news, all. The day is finally here! With your help (and you do it all for free!) I have completed the entire transcription of the audiobook of John Paul Sartre's [ETA: whoops that other white existentialist dude's] Myth of Sisyphus.

I can't tell you how excited I am that this transcript will soon be listed on Amazon in both kindle and print version! I could not have done it without your help.

And you do it all for free.

All I need to do now is print and paste all of your transcript blocks onto a piece of cardboard so that I see them clearly when I retype the text into Word 95. After saving the file to floppy disk I will take it to a GENIUS I found on craigslist (who, thankfully, does accept payment in the form of cash donated by Shakestownies) and who said that he is pretty sure he can transfer the file to a hard disk and then have his cousin put it onto a CD and then a flash drive. At that point it will be edited for errors by a carrier pigeon who will then drop it into the middle of the ocean where it will be caught by a team of dolphins that will swim it over to the publisher, who *fingers crossed* does not know how to search for already existing books on Amazon.

And all of this just in time for the boulder to roll back down the hill.

Trust me, this is how publishing works. So (this can only be where all of this is headed right?) start saving your cash now so that you can prove you are a social justice warrior by supporting Shakestown by performing the radical act of purchasing already existing books produced by your own labor and the labor of your fellow cult members.

wendy davis transcript

I am super busy today with my cocktail forking, but made time to help out with the Wendy Davis filibuster transcript sisyphus project. Here is what I have so far!

A white, able-bodied, cis woman walks to the front of the room. Walkity walk! Her shoes are a color that might appear pink if you are color seeing. She stands there. Sassy pose. All kinds of standing there. Her arms hang there like arms! She is THERE. Her feet are on the floor. THE FLOOR.

Then, she opens her mouth. And out come WORDS. Bleep blop bloop. She speaks. She says blarghity blargh abortion fart women's reproductive rights beep bop boop. Her sweet lips are like a queer man's jazz hands as words tumble and cascade from her gay-souled mouth. She takes a breathdoodliedoo. And she. keeps. talking. She is positively cromulent.

All the cocktail forks to that adorable little lady.