True, I now have a paper loss. But I have no loss unless I sell, and I have no intention of selling. I’m looking to buy when the time is right. Plus, there is no panic here; the drop was expected and unlike speculators, discipline will see me through. I’m concerned about important things, like why I didn’t get a red candy. That’s what I call a crisis.
Ah, the world of intelligence, counterintelligence and counter-counterintelligence. The local pub (I’ve never been in there) noticed the recent increase in high-speed throughput and has begun randomly changing their frequency several times per day. Rather than play cat and mouse, I monitored the waves to find another source. I did an SSID invite. He came around, our combined antenna system now covers the entire area, and he gave me a free fake video cam to point at my bicycle rack.
Here’s an item. Last year it is estimated 50,000 more American households than expected moved into mobile homes, that is, into trailer parks. I’d like to point out that 39,360 of those were from Texas. This is a reaction to the depression, and people from Texas don’t wait to see what the sheeple do. I was simply one of the first to move. Like I’ve often told my critics, where I come from it is you in the minority.
This evening, I might as well have been married. I sat around the house doing nothing because there was no fun woman to go out with. You’d think by 30 they’d figure out they have to be good company before anyone will date them, but no, they hold on to that adolescent ideal that they can find a man to mold into perfection. I have to admit, every woman I’ve dated in Florida took effort to get along with, and I don’t go for that. I did meet an interesting medical student who listened to my heart murmur, but you can’t date your physician’s assistant.
I’d love to go back to university for a year simply to meet professional women. They don’t seem to exist at any other level in Florida society. Anything less than degreed specialists seem to be a bunch of cranky losers who can’t pay their own way. That is something I totally miss about living on the west coast—meeting women who are financially independent. Out east, they seem to marry some loser, pay all his bills with their own cash, and wind up with nothing. Hell, when the Reb left me, she was $178,000 richer by taking my advice on what to invest in. She didn’t need to whine about money because she looked after her own. Good luck finding that in Florida.
The robotics club, since inception, has cost me only $196.60. Now that is an efficient hobby, considering the amount learned and the amount saved not attending courses. That’s even if you could find a school that taught what you wanted rather than channelizing you into some ridiculous curriculum full of nonsense you never use. I won’t mention Broward Community College concerning that, except to say they once told me they would just worry to death if I failed one of their evening school courses. So I’d best sign up for the whole $22,000 program. Thugs, if you ask me.
Oh, and if you want a laugh at how weak a grasp the Broward Community College has on spelling, grammar, and the English language in general, read their advertising. I mean, what is “financially burdoned”? Should you be taking college courses from people who can’t spell? I mean, if they can’t take pride in their writing. . . .
Friday, September 23, 2011
September 23, 2011
This is not a posed photo. I splurged and look what 25 cents bought me. Could this be another Black Friday? Markets in the far East started dumping stocks early this morning and the trend followed the dawn to Europe, then New York, where the Dow fell 5% by noon. Could this be the one we’ve been waiting for? Gold fell to just over $1600 per ounce, silver to just over $30. The dead cat bounce should pull prices back up by closing, but I’m waiting until early next week to see if there is a real plunge. Leave all those paper millionaires and home equity millionaires counting their nothings.
True, I now have a paper loss. But I have no loss unless I sell, and I have no intention of selling. I’m looking to buy when the time is right. Plus, there is no panic here; the drop was expected and unlike speculators, discipline will see me through. I’m concerned about important things, like why I didn’t get a red candy. That’s what I call a crisis.
Ah, the world of intelligence, counterintelligence and counter-counterintelligence. The local pub (I’ve never been in there) noticed the recent increase in high-speed throughput and has begun randomly changing their frequency several times per day. Rather than play cat and mouse, I monitored the waves to find another source. I did an SSID invite. He came around, our combined antenna system now covers the entire area, and he gave me a free fake video cam to point at my bicycle rack.
Here’s an item. Last year it is estimated 50,000 more American households than expected moved into mobile homes, that is, into trailer parks. I’d like to point out that 39,360 of those were from Texas. This is a reaction to the depression, and people from Texas don’t wait to see what the sheeple do. I was simply one of the first to move. Like I’ve often told my critics, where I come from it is you in the minority.
This evening, I might as well have been married. I sat around the house doing nothing because there was no fun woman to go out with. You’d think by 30 they’d figure out they have to be good company before anyone will date them, but no, they hold on to that adolescent ideal that they can find a man to mold into perfection. I have to admit, every woman I’ve dated in Florida took effort to get along with, and I don’t go for that. I did meet an interesting medical student who listened to my heart murmur, but you can’t date your physician’s assistant.
I’d love to go back to university for a year simply to meet professional women. They don’t seem to exist at any other level in Florida society. Anything less than degreed specialists seem to be a bunch of cranky losers who can’t pay their own way. That is something I totally miss about living on the west coast—meeting women who are financially independent. Out east, they seem to marry some loser, pay all his bills with their own cash, and wind up with nothing. Hell, when the Reb left me, she was $178,000 richer by taking my advice on what to invest in. She didn’t need to whine about money because she looked after her own. Good luck finding that in Florida.
The robotics club, since inception, has cost me only $196.60. Now that is an efficient hobby, considering the amount learned and the amount saved not attending courses. That’s even if you could find a school that taught what you wanted rather than channelizing you into some ridiculous curriculum full of nonsense you never use. I won’t mention Broward Community College concerning that, except to say they once told me they would just worry to death if I failed one of their evening school courses. So I’d best sign up for the whole $22,000 program. Thugs, if you ask me.
Oh, and if you want a laugh at how weak a grasp the Broward Community College has on spelling, grammar, and the English language in general, read their advertising. I mean, what is “financially burdoned”? Should you be taking college courses from people who can’t spell? I mean, if they can’t take pride in their writing. . . .
True, I now have a paper loss. But I have no loss unless I sell, and I have no intention of selling. I’m looking to buy when the time is right. Plus, there is no panic here; the drop was expected and unlike speculators, discipline will see me through. I’m concerned about important things, like why I didn’t get a red candy. That’s what I call a crisis.
Ah, the world of intelligence, counterintelligence and counter-counterintelligence. The local pub (I’ve never been in there) noticed the recent increase in high-speed throughput and has begun randomly changing their frequency several times per day. Rather than play cat and mouse, I monitored the waves to find another source. I did an SSID invite. He came around, our combined antenna system now covers the entire area, and he gave me a free fake video cam to point at my bicycle rack.
Here’s an item. Last year it is estimated 50,000 more American households than expected moved into mobile homes, that is, into trailer parks. I’d like to point out that 39,360 of those were from Texas. This is a reaction to the depression, and people from Texas don’t wait to see what the sheeple do. I was simply one of the first to move. Like I’ve often told my critics, where I come from it is you in the minority.
This evening, I might as well have been married. I sat around the house doing nothing because there was no fun woman to go out with. You’d think by 30 they’d figure out they have to be good company before anyone will date them, but no, they hold on to that adolescent ideal that they can find a man to mold into perfection. I have to admit, every woman I’ve dated in Florida took effort to get along with, and I don’t go for that. I did meet an interesting medical student who listened to my heart murmur, but you can’t date your physician’s assistant.
I’d love to go back to university for a year simply to meet professional women. They don’t seem to exist at any other level in Florida society. Anything less than degreed specialists seem to be a bunch of cranky losers who can’t pay their own way. That is something I totally miss about living on the west coast—meeting women who are financially independent. Out east, they seem to marry some loser, pay all his bills with their own cash, and wind up with nothing. Hell, when the Reb left me, she was $178,000 richer by taking my advice on what to invest in. She didn’t need to whine about money because she looked after her own. Good luck finding that in Florida.
The robotics club, since inception, has cost me only $196.60. Now that is an efficient hobby, considering the amount learned and the amount saved not attending courses. That’s even if you could find a school that taught what you wanted rather than channelizing you into some ridiculous curriculum full of nonsense you never use. I won’t mention Broward Community College concerning that, except to say they once told me they would just worry to death if I failed one of their evening school courses. So I’d best sign up for the whole $22,000 program. Thugs, if you ask me.
Oh, and if you want a laugh at how weak a grasp the Broward Community College has on spelling, grammar, and the English language in general, read their advertising. I mean, what is “financially burdoned”? Should you be taking college courses from people who can’t spell? I mean, if they can’t take pride in their writing. . . .
