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For three years Outerslant Media has been in business — dealing mostly in visual design, branding, video production, and marketing. Business has been good, yet the decision to expand and hiring on a staff has always been something I’ve kicked down the road. As of this year, Outerslant Media is now an LLC, with a staff of one: me. All the services are managed by me. I never had a need to expand.

Creating gif.games may change this.

Gif.games is one-third game development, one-third crypto, and one-third media company. As a project of Outerslant Media it’s important to remember that this project is a media project first. …

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A roadmap and vision for $gif and microgame tokens

Moving my crypto announcements here to Medium as opposed to Substack — just like this platform more.

First things first.

gif.games is a tokenized GIF collection of microgames. Offering games out to the public via twitter, facebook, instagram, and gif.games. Buy, sell, and collect as many memorable GIF games in our market (coming soon on OpenSea)!

The NFT game is just getting started. Cryptokittens led the way, Rarible and OpenSea have made access to creating and displaying NFTs easier for the general public. Elements such as yield farming and staking have taken hold of DeFi and crypto in general. …

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It’s always fulfilling watching all my stuff disappear from my home as I start selling or giving things away.

As a Sagittarius, I’m used to getting up and going as quickly as possible. I’m agile in that I don’t own many things. Purging my items always reminds me of the first time I did it: I was 21, freshly kicked out of community college; I had a collection of books, some decorations, electronics that I remember either selling for super cheap or giving away. It was freeing to just bring back the vitals, nothing extra, nothing encumbering. …

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“Fuck self-image. Nobody is looking at me. Everybody is looking for me to be looking at them.”
— Travel journey entry from November 2015

You are the one laughing at yourself, the one cringing at your behavior, the one that won’t forgive yourself for stumbling your words in front of your crush – the one regretting what you said and how you behaved in front of those you cared to impress.

Nobody really cares about the Louis Vutton, the new car, the nice watch, or $700 tattoo. Nobody’s watching you. It’s just you patting yourself on the back.

Stop worrying so much about the hollow building blocks of vanity, the way you misspoke, how you look, or how that person or group of persons make you feel. …

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This writing dates back to the Summer of 2006, I was twenty years old at the time of this writing. I remember scribbling it furiously, on a whim of inspiration, into a black five-subject notebook. I’ve since edited it, but the general foundations of the writing have been maintained. This work has had a major influence on my perspective regarding god, religion, or belief in general — I may not agree with parts of it now, but it is still incredibly important to my foundational beliefs.

We are washed. The philosophy and belief systems we encounter early in life have baptized us. We will either believe them all our life, question them as we mature, or run away and never look back — but we remain washed, no matter the fight we put up. …

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I find myself at a place where I am seeking the right situation, the perfect storm to put out the masterpiece, to bring out the most important thing I have to say into the world. I have to be wide awake, well rested, not hungry, in a certain mood (based on what I’m writing), the setting must be ideal — zero distractions — maybe some meditation music humming in the backdrop, as I grasp for choice words. And then, when I finally attain the most satisfactory situation, I sit and write.

Silence. Not a key typed — instead I’m drawing — drawing a blank. …

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Your clit is tingling.

Your overweight husband is playing video games in the living room while eating a poorly-made sandwich you put together.

You’re waiting for your bi-weekly check to come so you can go buy that hand bag you saw hanging from a celebrity’s elbow on US Weekly.

You’re a bit of a cunt.

You spend your money before you have it, and rarely ever pay it back in full. You’re Lady Liberty, moist and loose, drooling over that Wet American Dream; fast-forwarded surreal misfortune, eyes locked on the television screen — Netflix binge. You’re lost, but for certain hours of the day you’re distracted, shut away in your cubicle, your corner in the maze — you’ll find your way out eventually, that’s what the hope is: this dream that things will change — someday you’ll open up that restaurant you’re always talking about, or get the raise your boss keeps promising, you’ve started baking cakes and selling them — this’ll take off, you’re sure — you’re flying your new drone around the neighborhood and making videos on YouTube — you’re going to be a fuckin’ star — viral, sex appeal, short-term attention span, lacking spirituality, miserable, can’t wait until it’s Friday, weekend’s too short — your grandmother just died; can’t pay the bills, caskets are fuckin’ expensive — what a fuckin’ downer this reality really is: where’s the dream? …

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Recently, my nephew discovered the consequence of over-indulgence in the form of a tooth cavity. He finds his hand in the cookie jar too often, loves soda, and actively seeks candies of all forms. The tooth ache has now become a hurdle to his desire to continue to indulge in sweets. He has begun eating candy on the opposite side of his mouth, he can actively be seen fighting the pain to accomodate his sheer desire for more candy. His desire outweighs the consequences.

This behavior is much too familiar to individuals of all ages.

It is, although, more detrimental when the indulgence takes root in the imagination, where a fantasy of an idea sprouts and the desire to live out the fantasy takes a person to limits of compromise they never thought possible. It is this over-indulgence of an idea, rather than an action that has far greater consequences, because the growing fantasy has the habit of manifesting several indulgent behaviors and actions; consequently, producing several cavities in the emotional mouthpiece of the mind. …

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Setting goals and keeping them can be difficult when you have several things happening in life. Staying productive and efficient is it’s own goal.

Recently, I experienced a business partnership that moved at the pace of the turtle and had the mindset of the hare. There was all thinking and theory, but no bull’s eye. There was an abstract conceptualization of what was desired of the business but no concrete initiative or goals.

It is my stance in business partnerships that I particpate in (not iniatiate) to allow the entreprenuer to make their own mistakes, lead the way, and set the pace. I rarely shift gears, get in the way; I am there to assist in my department of expertise: design communication. I don’t get into the dealings of the business, and rarely make suggestions as to what direction a business should go in. …

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Australia beach populated by those whom we can suppose love one another

This is the 4th chapter from the book, “All The Answers”

Purchase here: https://store.outerslant.com/#vTFAL

Does love exist?

Romantic. Unconditional. Familiar. Difficult. Worthwhile. Platonic. Kindred. Understanding. Warm. True. Eternal. Anxious. Unsettling. Self-sacrificing. Gentle. Giving. Forgiving. Spontaneous. Destined. Painful. Comforting.

Love can take shape admist all the above sentiments, but it is not the sum of all those parts.

Sure, we can be very much familiar with the emotional tidal waves experienced by Love, but these are merely symptoms and side effects of it.

We often feel these byproducts of Love as we swim deeper into the ocean of Love with somebody, but what is it exactly we are swimming into— or toward when we develop a relationship? …

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Joab

Living that slimy, slick, wet American dream

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