Chapter 3
Fame and fortune
You will, from time to time, as a fledgling woowoo ask yourself "What's it all for?"
These moments of self doubt are to be expected after your turbulent induction into woowooland. You have given up your loving relationship, long hours online have damaged your business/employment/college/kindergarten activities and you have sacrificed long held beliefs regarding equality and gun control in favour of acceptance by the young men of CT central.
Quite rightly you are beginning to wonder "What's in it for me?"
Obviously the chance to be part of a movement which will overthrow the evil NWO and create a utopia on earth has long since become a rather embarassing fantasy for you. You now realise that spending a disproportionate amount of you time chatting with young men online is not going to change the world, though you do now have a greater appreciation of gangsta rap and you're thinking of buying a skateboard.
But, naturally, you want more.
There are some within your movement (fearless keyboard warriors all) who have embraced the potential of the internet and exploited ...... no, utilised it to it's full potential.
But even these steely eyed young lions are looking to break out from 'geekdom' and take their place upon the world stage.
So it is at this point, young jedi truthseeker, that you must ingratiate yourself into the good books (or outlook address books) of the chosen ones, the leaders, if you will, of the pack.
A handy tip is to agree with everything they say (or type).
There are many and varied theories floating around in your world and it is the priviledge of the chosen ones to pick and choose which theories are to be persued, and which are to be cast aside. Choose wisely young truthwarrior for to pick the wrong theory may relegate you to the fringe of your chosen clan and you may never mate with those within.
An obvious aspiration of the fully fledged woowoo is to appear on television, engage in witty discourse with various celebraties and possibly have sex with a pnuematic blonde called 'glenda'. They might also, through this tv, chat and 'bonk' fest also secure a deal with a well known obscure production company for the latest version of their opus, or even film.
Having positioned yourself within their ranks as someone who they might "just about be able to get by without, but you do make them laugh and they kinda feel sorry for you, in a way", you are perfectly placed to also benefit from the fiscal success of their endeavours and may even be able to pay off that mounting credit card debt.
But a word of caution. On no account associate yourself with the production company of your woowoo film. merely content yourself as a humble gofer mopping the tired brow of the 'artiste' and scoring some high grade lebanese gold.
Production companies may well be where the money is, but they are also the prime target for those maligned by your chosen CT opus and as such you credit card bill is going to expire once the law suits start to arrive.