07 December 2008
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25 September 2008
Okay, we're all sick & tired of hearing about the financial crisis and the subsequent Bailout by the U.S. Gov't....However, it does present some interesting precedents for other fiscal tomfoolery!
The first that occurs to me is that the next time I run up a ridiculous tab at a Bar (unlikely, I know) and I can't pay; then all the other patrons of the Bar should have to pitch in to cover my Whisky Fiending Ways. After all, if they don't, the whole bar-patron economy may well collapse!
24 September 2008
Ah, wondrous internet, whose capacity for useless information is exceeded only by the addictive manner in which I consume it. I've turned into a damn day sleeper; which is a bad thing when you've got to be somewhere at four in the afternoon.
Anyway, a couple of pulls from Gawker that have amused me in the last twenty minutes. Tom Wolfe makes an excellent point vis-a-vis the culpability of computers in the financial shenanigans which NPR will not stop talking about...constantly. I have to occasionally turn off the Radio and remind myself that it has absolutely no bearing on my life before I start ringing up the Irish consulate to ask for an emmigration package (again). So glad I'm not one of those smarmy young financiers whose future is quickly turning from "Masters of the Universe" to something like a G-3 tax agent or perhaps a metropolitan transit engineer. (by the by, the comments section is brilliant on this one!)
Oh, and Clay Aiken is gay. (Like I care...)
And in emulation of my new personal hero, John Hodgman...
That is all.
Anyway, a couple of pulls from Gawker that have amused me in the last twenty minutes. Tom Wolfe makes an excellent point vis-a-vis the culpability of computers in the financial shenanigans which NPR will not stop talking about...constantly. I have to occasionally turn off the Radio and remind myself that it has absolutely no bearing on my life before I start ringing up the Irish consulate to ask for an emmigration package (again). So glad I'm not one of those smarmy young financiers whose future is quickly turning from "Masters of the Universe" to something like a G-3 tax agent or perhaps a metropolitan transit engineer. (by the by, the comments section is brilliant on this one!)
Oh, and Clay Aiken is gay. (Like I care...)
And in emulation of my new personal hero, John Hodgman...
That is all.
26 August 2008
For a Birthday girl I'll never know.
Turning over the odometer on another year
how much mileage left in this carcass
how many loves, desires & delicious hangovers
before the endgame
to merely ask implys acceptance
and that is verboten
so have another drink and light another cigarette
kiss more boys and girls than is strictly necessary
taste regret as a post coital liqueur
swirled on the tounge and swallowed past the tonsils
with delight.
Whatever,
~Teddy~
how much mileage left in this carcass
how many loves, desires & delicious hangovers
before the endgame
to merely ask implys acceptance
and that is verboten
so have another drink and light another cigarette
kiss more boys and girls than is strictly necessary
taste regret as a post coital liqueur
swirled on the tounge and swallowed past the tonsils
with delight.
Whatever,
~Teddy~
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