Short Pieces

     

    Joe Scarborough annoys me.  Pat Buchanan annoys me.  Ron Paul isn’t a bad guy tho…    

      Reading on bloomberg that Ben Bernanke won the battle with deflation.   Good for him.  I thought that was what he was supposed to be doing, keeping fed overnight rates as low as they are and have been for the past year.  And it was just him, right?  No one else worked on it?  …I digress.   Now lets see what the man does when Inflation rears it’s ugly head.  I presume he’ll handle it, but the question, as with all large scale financial questions, is a simple one.  What will he do to insure that there is no next time?  

     I presume not enough, but I’m a pessimist as far as our economic future is concerned.

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    Verizon  SUCKS.  Big bunch of friggin idiots, the lot of them (unless i get a job with them, then they’re all wonderful, LOL)  Read this article from Ars Technica on them and their ETF and Mobile web browser thievery. 

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     I’m looking at a bunch of different jobs at this point in my night.  I’ve been looking for work today since about 9:30pm.  The point of doing this is obvious, to have my resume be the first one (or one of the first ones) on any prospective employers desk when they get in on Monday morning.   I am also starting to look outside my areas of expertise, partly I want to improve the odds of getting a good job relatively quickly, but mainly because, despite all that I have heard about the job market opening up, I have yet to find a job.  Makes paying the bills a wee bit difficult, lack of money coming in, ya know?

   The question I am asking myself is, how far afield should I go when doing this?  I’m an ugly bastard,  maybe availing myself of modeling / acting might not work, but what’s the worst that happens, I don’t get a job?  That’s been happening for awhile.  Time to fling crap on the wall and see what sticks….Just gotta make sure I don’t get to silly with it.  This isn’t a joke, it’s my future I’m talking about.

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   4 -8 oz. New York Strip steaks,  1 ½lb. Boneless pork roast,  1 lb. Chicken Breast Fajita strips,  1 lb lean ground beef.  1½ lbs all white meat chicken tenders,   1 lb. of fish sticks,   2 ham steaks, 2 lbs. french fries,  1 lb lima beans,  1 lb. green beans,   2 lbs of fresh apples,   a dozen eggs,  10 tortillas, 1 qt. shelf stable milk, and a  2 lb. sweet potato pie.

     for $30.

    This, THIS is why I like angel food ministries.  Anyone can order and get any of a great many packages like this, relatively cheaply.  The cuts of meat are top notch, all the food is good, no fighting with people in a store, no coupons, no being unsure about prices.  And the nicest people around.  Everything was thrown out of whack due to the storm, but these people bent over backwards to be as helpful as possible.  

     Thank you, Angel food ministries.

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     That’s it for me. Later.

Today’s Nuggets, via wikiquote:  I am a Conservative to preserve all that is good in our constitution, a Radical to remove all that is bad. I seek to preserve property and to respect order, and I equally decry the appeal to the passions of the many or the prejudices of the few.   Benjamin Disraeli

We are obligated to be more scrupulous in fulfilling the commandment of charity than any other positive commandment because charity is the sign of a righteous man.  Maimonides

There’s a time when you have to separate yourself from what other people expect of you, and do what you love. Because if you find yourself 50 years old and you aren’t doing what you love, then what’s the point?  Jim Carrey

A Good Night

 

The Front of Das Rhino's Hacienda

    As i sit here at 12:30am, the snow is falling very hard outside my window, wind whipping it in an energetic frenzy, in almost a straight line, horizontally.  The weatherman says that its falling at the rate of between 2 and 4 inches per hour.  The weather man says this is a record snow event.  The weather man says there may be up to 24 inches of snow before all is said and done.   That is great.  But I really don’t care about how much snow falls.  That it is falling is enough. It helps melt the stress of the times away for me, and helps create that warm feeling that can only happen near Christmas.

    I’m sitting in a warm apartment with my wife, listening to Christmas Carols at a mellow volume, enjoying Frank Sinatra singing “Mistletoe and Holly”, and a plethora of other tunes with a glass of chardonnay in hand.  My wife got a few bottles of wine and other assorted festive holiday treats in a gift basket as a thank you for a years worth of blogging.  It’s not the best vintage, that is a guarantee, but it’s fine by me. 

    I’ve had all of 2 glasses of the Sycamore Valley wine, small ones.  I’m not a wine connoisseur, when I drank regularly I was more the cheap American beer/Tequila drinker, wine wasn’t my thing, so I couldn’t really tell you how good it is.  It’s fine for me.  I’m not drinking it for any other reason than because my wife is drinking it, and that gives it all the flavor I need.

   I’m in kind of a mellow mood.  The wine has helped to loosen up my back and my quadriceps, which have been sore as hell all day, after yesterday’s workout and the last 2 days running.  A welcome respite from the pain. And I get to relax on a rare night without the concerns of most other days.  It can snow a million inches for all I care.  I don’t get stress free time like this very often, I’m enjoying it.

   No news.  No stress over finances.  Nothing but joy and time well spent with my wife, which I am interrupting writing this.  So I’m done.  Truly a good night. 

   Good Night.

Today’s Nugget, Via wikiquote:  …the wind had dropped, and the snow, tired of rushing around in circles trying to catch itself up, now fluttered gently down until it found a place on which to rest, and sometimes the place was Pooh’s nose and sometimes it wasn’t and in a little while Piglet was wearing a white muffler round his neck and feeling more snowy behind the ears than he had ever felt before.  A.A. Milne