What time is it here?
Today is a good day, the sun is shining and I am up early enough to see all of it. It's bright here in my living room, and not too warm inside because it's nice and cold outside. I spent the morning with a little kid sleeping on my shoulder. We played ball and he giggled uncontrollably when the ball bounced off the couch and BACK! to us! Of course ridiculously embarrasing sounds in accompaniment helps any baby laugh. After we commandoed our bodies all over the floor he got a little fussy and then just passed out drooling and snotting all over my shoulder. I suppose some find little kids repulsive, I don't. Some are weird looking and ugly but...
Can someone tell me what the fuck is up with going to a club and paying, say $250 for a bottle of Absolut Vodka? or $500 for a bottle of Grey Goose? I hope I never meet a girl who finds it sexy that a man would spend his money like that. Isn't more desirable to have a man make you a good cocktail in his home, from his bar? Maybe he'll cook you a delicious meal too. Shit, go to the bar if you want to pay for a drink. I... got interrupted and lost. Anyway, if you follow what I am saying and can explain, I welcome your explanation.
Do people (or slimy kingpin's) only say, "Money is no object," in the movies? Money is always an object. Even when you have enough to piss it around.
Somehow that brings me to all the unsolicited stock and investing advice I get via email. First of all, I wish I had money to be investing at the moment. I do not, a year ago sure, but for now it comes and it goes (and when it comes next the debt will go first). Someday that will change, I promise. My ship will come in. More importantly, although I might read and consider this advice, I am not buying into the scheme. It's bull, and I am smart enough to seek real advice and figure it out myself. I have a good friend who worked as an analyst for a few years, he's the guy that sits around half-still-stoned and hung over researching and rating securities, bored out of his mind. Do I love the guy? Yup. And is he smart? Absolutely. But he's trapped in his little office by a bunch of repressed former Ivy league frat-dicks and he's recommending I buy, sell, or hold. Hmm, sounds too good to be true, letting (and paying) someone else to do your work.
Of the many things most of us aren't taught in American high schools, money, finance, and business is one of the more important. I think most of us would be better off if we took some time to understand how it works. Of course, Schwab, SSB, Lynch
et al would not want that...
They want us to rely on them. They don't want us to think for ourselves. And that's not just the money people, either.
I am not even angry.
I don't dislike all i-bankers or frat boys.
So I wanted to write about last night, but I am getting long and boring.
My best friend called me from work, he was out on the street and on his way to the subway. There's a whole lot of S-N-A-atch out there today, he tells me. They're out there every day, little Tuna's. I love you all. I love it when you're all bundled up and layered and red-cheeked and chilly. It's a couple months 'til Skirt Day. That's the best day of the year, anyone else love Skirt Day?
Today is a good day, the sun is shining and I am up early enough to see all of it. It's bright here in my living room, and not too warm inside because it's nice and cold outside. I spent the morning with a little kid sleeping on my shoulder. We played ball and he giggled uncontrollably when the ball bounced off the couch and BACK! to us! Of course ridiculously embarrasing sounds in accompaniment helps any baby laugh. After we commandoed our bodies all over the floor he got a little fussy and then just passed out drooling and snotting all over my shoulder. I suppose some find little kids repulsive, I don't. Some are weird looking and ugly but...
Can someone tell me what the fuck is up with going to a club and paying, say $250 for a bottle of Absolut Vodka? or $500 for a bottle of Grey Goose? I hope I never meet a girl who finds it sexy that a man would spend his money like that. Isn't more desirable to have a man make you a good cocktail in his home, from his bar? Maybe he'll cook you a delicious meal too. Shit, go to the bar if you want to pay for a drink. I... got interrupted and lost. Anyway, if you follow what I am saying and can explain, I welcome your explanation.
Do people (or slimy kingpin's) only say, "Money is no object," in the movies? Money is always an object. Even when you have enough to piss it around.
Somehow that brings me to all the unsolicited stock and investing advice I get via email. First of all, I wish I had money to be investing at the moment. I do not, a year ago sure, but for now it comes and it goes (and when it comes next the debt will go first). Someday that will change, I promise. My ship will come in. More importantly, although I might read and consider this advice, I am not buying into the scheme. It's bull, and I am smart enough to seek real advice and figure it out myself. I have a good friend who worked as an analyst for a few years, he's the guy that sits around half-still-stoned and hung over researching and rating securities, bored out of his mind. Do I love the guy? Yup. And is he smart? Absolutely. But he's trapped in his little office by a bunch of repressed former Ivy league frat-dicks and he's recommending I buy, sell, or hold. Hmm, sounds too good to be true, letting (and paying) someone else to do your work.
Of the many things most of us aren't taught in American high schools, money, finance, and business is one of the more important. I think most of us would be better off if we took some time to understand how it works. Of course, Schwab, SSB, Lynch
et al would not want that...
They want us to rely on them. They don't want us to think for ourselves. And that's not just the money people, either.
I am not even angry.
I don't dislike all i-bankers or frat boys.
So I wanted to write about last night, but I am getting long and boring.
My best friend called me from work, he was out on the street and on his way to the subway. There's a whole lot of S-N-A-atch out there today, he tells me. They're out there every day, little Tuna's. I love you all. I love it when you're all bundled up and layered and red-cheeked and chilly. It's a couple months 'til Skirt Day. That's the best day of the year, anyone else love Skirt Day?