Who remembers the classic landmark fruit stand at the corner of Federal and Miami Shores? That's the east entrance to the Mardis Gras casino, for those bent that way. This is what it looks like today. Nobody at street level knows what's going in there, but the land would be ten times too pricey for a gas station or any imaginable retail outlet. My money says it is condos. We'll keep an eye on it, not because I care, but because I have to drive past it to use my favorite ATM.
I listed a scathing review of the Boss BR-600. I carefully outlined that it was not an 8-track recorder as advertised, but a 1-track recorder with 5-track playback, "the functional equivalent of a thirty dollar 1980 cassette recorder with overdub". That's a fair assessment. For more money facts about these reviews, see below.There’s wise investments, but dad-nerb-it they take a long time. Sooner or later, you have enough of the wise and dabble in the clever. That time lag is the difference. If you see a new car in front of my place by August, you can guess what kind I just made. I was thinking on that this morning gawking at the skinny Hungarian babes, er, I mean, reading “Rainmaker” at the bakery. It’s a 600 pager. It helps if the reader knows a little about courtroom procedures though anyone can follow the plot easily enough.
It can be an infuriating read for another reason. There are so many revelations of what is wrong with American law. How money pre-empts truth, and the disgusting emergence of jury consultants. This is a breed of scum that shadow and profile prospective jurists for the bigger law firms that can afford it. My objection is the use of “public records” and that folks, is the worst case scenario for all of you. Records kept for a different purpose being used against your wishes by a third party with a hidden agenda and an ulterior motive. And the more free information you’ve supplied them, the worse you will be judged. At that point having something to hide isn’t even an issue.
I’m on page 457 [of the book] and the trial is just starting. This is Grisham’s belwether book about the poor folks who take on the door-to-door insurance companies. Lawyer movies are relatively cheap to produce. The Wiki people point out that “It differs from most of his other novels in that it is written almost completely in the simple present tense.” Well, now, just how do you suppose about that, Perry Mason? Grisham’s no dummie, the book, written in ’95, was a movie by ’97.
Who should show up but Guitar Eddy, denying all the rumors about his living in Georgia and the missing convertible? Says he missed our phone calls (all of them) because he was driving through the mountains to Illinois. That’s plausible. He’s on holidays and in town for the week with no car. Well, no convertible, anyway.
That reminds me, I’ve found the answer to the filler material I need to bulk up my lampoon on guitar players. I’m on a roll with lists of ten, for instance, the ten songs a gittarist will never play, the ten most boring lead solos, etc. But the winner has to be case histories. I noticed how self-help books always give examples like Barry M. or Thomas C. Aha, my ticket home. I must know twenty pages of lame gittarists.
Here’s a free sample (I wrote this morning):
Artie:
Got out of milking cows on the farm by claiming he needed long fingernails to play flamenco. Once walked right past Charles Bronson and didn’t say a word. Owns two 64-channel mixers. Well known at Starbucks for doing his daily best to keep them Craigslist posters in line. Artie can’t actually play guitar, but contracted pseudo-gittaritis from using one as a prop during his Elvis years at the floof clubs.
And the neat part is, I actually know enough of these twerps to fill half a book. Remembering these jackasses one at a time is far easier than striving to stay creative. Sure, I embellish the odd part, but this is nimble work indeed.
My ePinion posts bring in another round of top marks but the cash return remains a pitiful 7/10ths of one cent per hit. Ten thousand hits would bring in $70 lousy bucks. My research shows the reason is despite the high quality of my reviews, the ePinion system is geared to quantity over quality. If I wrote dozens of poor quality reviews, I would make more. Boo, there ePinion. Some dork key-enters specs off the factory package and they call it a review. Plus, their [ePinion's] site is evolving into another virtual store, you search for something you want to review and all you get are links to vendors and advertising.
For a different kind of movie, there’s “Big Miracle”, but don’t pay to see it. The story is three whales get frozen in by ice too far to swim to open water. If you can stand Drew Barrymore (I can’t) it’s worth the casual watch. It’s hard to say there is any scenery because of all the ice. The only thing flatter is the grade B acting, but like I said, different enough to stay interesting.
Scary thought. “Do you realize that in about 40 years, we'll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?” --onlinerz.net
