Seeding Digital Flowers

Digital Flower Checking Watch with Headband DoodleThe flower grows on your wrist, inside your smart watch.

The point is to keep the flower alive by keeping it in the sunshine. Sunshine is created by happy thoughts. Happy thoughts are induced through mediation, which is tracked through an EEG headband, and exercise, which is tracked through the smart watch itself. (Steps, calories, pulse etc.)

Our mission is to make everyone feel more happy and connected. To turn everyone into Digital Flowers.™ To do this we are seeking a seed investment of $1.2 Million.

Thank you.

How to Get Unstuck

Guy stuck in the ice doodle

The first thing to do is chill out. You need to overcome the panic so that you can deal with the problem.

Slow your breathing, plan your exit. If you flail and grab you’ll break all of the ice around you, making an escape that much more difficult.

Once you find your calm, it’s time to take definitive action.  Lay your torso out on the rim of the ice, spreading your weight over a wide surface area. Pull with your elbows and forearms as you kick with your legs – propelling yourself out of the hole.

Once you’re out, don’t stand up and run, but rather remain flat and roll toward solid ground.

Once you’re safe, take off your clothes.

 

 

It’s Your Show

 

Massive Selfie

The role of the audience is expanded. Or diminished. Whichever way you want to look at it.

The band plays from the crowd and the cameras sit on top of the screen filming.  It’s a massive selfie.

Instagram, Facebook, YouTube — the real success stories involve everyone. Everyone is the audience, everyone is the performer.

There may be stars and leaders, but ultimately, we’re all in charge of the show.

Skinny Mirrors

Mirror Salesman Doodle

“Esse quam videri” – To be, rather than to seem

“You’re giving the gift of self confidence and in return your sales will increase by 18.2%.”

“But won’t they feel duped when they look in their normal mirror at home?”

“Duped? No. Besides, the industry return rate is only 8%. Even if these mirrors increase returns slightly it’s still a net positive for your business.”

“Yeah… I guess… how do they work anyway?”

“Well, we take the glass and bend it slightly inward, not enough to give it the fun house effect, but enough of a curvature to make someone naturally appear 5 to 10 pounds lighter. All your customers notice is how good they look in your clothes. So what do you say? Should I put you down for an order of 10? One for each dressing room?”

The Girl & The Scalpel

The Girl & The Scalpel Doodle

She started with her face. That’s where she felt it most. Well, maybe, but it was too risky to cut into her chest.

The cage would sit an inch behind her skin like an internal cast.

The cage was meant to hold back the pressure. She couldn’t take any more of the pressure. Desire would slam into the inside of her skull and give her headaches. All of her blood would rush to the front of her body, driving her forward in a horizontal free fall toward god knows what. It had to stop.

She had tried giving into desire, obtaining what it wanted (when she knew what it wanted) but that only awoke stronger desires. Worse headaches.

Now, on the brink of insanity, she was cutting into her face. Building a cage to keep tomorrow at bay. Goals, worries, wants, all of it, quiet and contained an inch below the surface.

It would be painful. But if it worked. It would be worth it.

She couldn’t take any more of the pressure.

Skee Ball


My balls drop and I go for the tightest hole. 100,000. The coveted hole in the top left corner.

Aim, fire. Gutterball. Aim, fire. Gutterball. Aim, fire Gutterball. Hmmm…

The guy on my left is steady sinking the middle hole. 10,000 points a pop. 3 in a row.

I’m down, but whatever. With 7 more shots to go, it’s early.

I focus and pay attention to my technique for the next couple shots. None of them hit, but I’m getting closer.

Meanwhile, the guy on my left slipped up. Gutterball. Ha! Gutterball and he was shooting for that big wide 10,000 point ring. What a dope.

We each have 3 balls left.  I take aim and… awwww, in and out! Are you kidding me!? I couldn’t have come any closer. The guy on my left sinks another 10,000. 70,000 to 0.  What an asshole…

I shoot again and… wayyyy offf! Oughh. I’m down to one ball.

I wait and watch the guy on my left out of the corner of my eye. Let him take his last two shots before I skee my final ball. He makes no complaint about going twice in a row, because he’s unaware we’re competing.  I don’t even know the guy.

10,000. 10,000. Guy on my left finishes with a respectable 90,000.

“One shot left. Let’s see what you got man.” Says the guy on my left with a smile.

What a dickhead! Has he been tracking me this entire time? Treating this like some sort of competition. Who does that!?

My only chance of winning is to hit the 100,000. The hole I’ve missed on 9 previous shots.

The arcade lights and pop music fade from perception. I see nothing but that sweet little hole in the top left corner.

Ready… aim, fire. 100,000! Booya bitch.

The loser on my left walks away.  As I step back to take in my winning scoreboard a 7 year old swerves in front of me and wipes the slate clean, inserting his quarter to start a new game.

Despite my victory, I can only hope this newcomer aims for the big middle ring. It’s a more sensible way to play.