Why I don’t sell T-shirts.

Eyeballs. That’s the short shrift of it. I simply don’t have an audience that reads this stuff. Not at this site anyway. If you’re getting this material by magical means in your emails or whatever it is not done by me. Here are the latest figures from Google Analytics. It shows a total of 9 unique visitors.

I have been kept in a secure, protected environment for a long time. To be frank, I am surprised to see even 9 unique visitors. I have been writing for a while, even posted on YouTube and the views have always uniformly shown themselves as 0. The same thing happened when I tried to apply for jobs from March of 2025 to October of 2025. Except for 1 recruiter who called me to offer a job of a glass door salesman, I haven’t had anyone call me. I tried and tried and tried sending out hundreds of applications and resumes and cover letters. I figure when the powers that be decide that I can be unleashed upon this world, the Google Analytics will show me the numbers. I still get mental comments which is interesting in and of itself. I hear some of them. Mostly I hear insane laughter.

Until that happens, no T-shirts for you. In my fantasy, it would be sort of neat to see someone walking around with a Sentient Musings T-shirt that has only secret identifiers. A dying branch, a coffee mug with a mysterious marking and something written at the bottom. An inside code if you will. An easy meet and greet at the bar. Not much of an introduction needed if you have that T. A lot of the initial bullshit gets out of the way. And because of such fantasies I will probably continue to stay in a secure, unmarked location while the world burns slowly.

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