Written on March 20, 2026
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These are some ideas I wrote down late last year.
Social Experiments
- Upvote/downvote, but physically somehow
- Aura farming sign; did this already
- Ad hoc ad space; meant for Black Friday
- 5 minute friend; tried, just got weird looks
- Podcast with 72 hosts; random unrealistic idea
- Free 3 minute vent; the winner so far
- What’s your talent? Let people show off.
- Do improv with me; too similar to Terrible Advice
- Trade weird hats; I have a new weird hat, too!
Surveys
- Do you feel fulfilled?
- Is your job ethical?
Discussions
These can’t be surveys because they’re too open ended.
- What are you missing for your happiness?
- What are you passionate about?
- What gets you out of bed in the morning?
- How do you become worthy of romantic love?
- How are you making the world better?
- What is masculinity?
- What is femininity?
- How do you fall in love?
- Can romantic love be celibate?
Grind
These are services I sell for anywhere from $1 to $3. This helps me afford signs, markers, and cigars. It’s also fun for me, and brings joy and laughter to some people.
- Premium Gaslighting; tried it, but it’s hard!
- Bad jokes / $3
- Negative rizz lessons / $2
- Awkward small talk / $3
- Terrible gift ideas / $3
- Ad hoc ad space (venmo/etc)
- Story that’s maybe true / $3
- Snowballs for sale / $1
- Terrible advice / $3
Help Sign Guy Find Love
This section is based on another section that I found in my notes, a whole note in and of itself.
I’ve been doing these signs nearly every weekend for the past 6 months or so.
At some point, I met enough people, and made enough fans that recognized me, that I thought maybe I could finally call in a favor.
I’ve never been in love.
Partly because I’m so absolutely unique. I don’t mean in an arrogant sense. I mean, everyone is one or two types of person, generally. Athlete, geek, stoner, gym bro, lawyer, skater, artist, etc.
I don’t fit into any category. It’s utterly frustrating in countless ways. I can relate to everyone, but only a little. All my hobbies and interests are vastly different and varied.
So I took some notes in the middle of winter, which were my guesses of who I would want to be with, or who might possibly resonate with me. And I made them short, because I wanted to write them on a sign.
- She’s in her 30s
- Has teared up at the beauty of a snowy night
- Considering abandoning her wine addiction
- Not sure if she believes in true love anymore
- Gave up makeup, and barely puts herself together
- Misses an old smell she can’t put her finger on
- Swore off all sexuality and relationships
- Has gotten bored of her social media addiction
- Wonders what the point of financial success is
- Failed to ever find one honest conversation
- Willing to sing in public because who cares
- Won’t have children, to avoid ruining them
I don’t mind being poor. I’m intentionally poor, for various reasons. Financial success never made me happy. And there are so many benefits to voluntary poverty.
What I do mind, is not having ever made any meaningful human connections, with anyone, ever. (Except that’s not true anymore. I think I have 2 or 3 friends now.)
While doing my funny signs and serious surveys, many women have waited what seemed like 3-5 business days for me to ask for their number, before walking away. But I never have. I could tell they all wanted an ordinary life.
I met someone on Thursday who does street art like me, and checks off some of these boxes. So for the first time ever, I asked for someone’s number while doing a sign.
I told my friends a little about her, and they told me to just be myself. With friends like these, who needs enemies? She left me on read and that’s probably the end of that.
Maybe I’ll do this sign today.
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