(Written 8/31/11 by ChristopherK2 for the Nice Marylanders Over 35 Blog)
Investment guru Warren Buffet made the news headlines recently for investing $5 billion in Bank of America, and because shortly thereafter one part of that investment went up by $350 million in *one* day.
What's NOT known until now is MY role in all of that. So, y'all are the very first to know.
I've long been one of many "ordinary people" Warren talks to a couple of times a year in order to "keep his fingers on the pulse of America." Well, that's the way one of his stooges explained it to me years ago. We talk for about 15 minutes, and he usually just asks my general views about the economy, and sometimes about particular sectors.
I just recently figured out that all of us are considered "ordinary Idiots." Harumph! It turns out that ol' Warren likes to know what the common folk do, and then he does the *opposite* and makes a fortune.
I realized that looking back on our chats after the recent Bank of America deal. In our most recent chat before that he had asked me, seemingly innocently, what I thought of the banking sector. I replied, "Warren, banking is sooooooo last Tuesday. I and everyone I know has been dumping all of their bank stocks."
Now, I feel so used.
But I have a plan. Of course...
The next time I chat with ol' Warren, I plan on giving him a "hot tip" on buying or selling some stock, and then I will do just the opposite myself. That way, I'll become stinkin' rich when Warren does the same thing. HA!!!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
"Who Knew???"
Brought to the attention of the ladies as a public service by ChristopherK2, 8/27/11...
"A 26-year-old woman is recovering from a ruptured breast implant after taking a shot to the chest during a Saturday round of paintballing.
"The woman, who has not been named, thought she was experiencing heavy bruising, but when she paid a visit to her doctor on Monday, it was discovered that her silicone breast had, in fact, exploded."
more at...
"A 26-year-old woman is recovering from a ruptured breast implant after taking a shot to the chest during a Saturday round of paintballing.
"The woman, who has not been named, thought she was experiencing heavy bruising, but when she paid a visit to her doctor on Monday, it was discovered that her silicone breast had, in fact, exploded."
more at...
British Woman Shot in Chest with Paintball Suffers Breast Implant Blowout
Thursday, August 25, 2011
"Dead Cats and Hot Blond Babe Cops"
(Written 8/25/11 by ChristopherK2 for the Nice MDers Over 35 Blog)
I'm guessing that you've seldom seen Dead Cats and Hot Blond Babe Cops mentioned together. So, a short story, then a few questions.
The Story
Last night, I answered the door and was met by not one, but TWO, Hot Blond Babe Cops. And there was a Guy Cop in the background.
They were there just to ask me about a Dead Black Cat on my sidewalk. Say what??? They had seen the car accident that killed the cat. No, *I* don't own one, I said. (I wanted to say that I personally HATE cats, but these were Hot Blond Babes, so I didn't want to say anything negative.) I volunteered to ask a pet lover neighbor about local cats, and they asked for a shovel while I was off to my neighbor's.
By the time I returned, all of the cops were gone, and the Dead Black Cat had been moved from my sidewalk to the grass strip between the sidewalk and the street. My front door was still wide open, which minorly pissed me off.
A Few Questions
1. When Guy Cops are at my door, I get all paranoid wondering: WTF *I* did, whether they're going to Rodney King me, and just how long I'll be in jail. With Hot Blond Babe cops, I tend to flash on Playboy centerfolds. Is this normal?
2. Who actually picked up and moved the Dead Black Cat? Was it the Guy Cop, asserting his Male Superiority? Or was it one of the Hot Blond Babe cops, asserting her whatever they assert? Or did they flip coins and the Loser got the job?
3. I don't know much about traditional superstitions, but does a Dead Black Cat first on a *crack* in my sidewalk and then a few feet away in the grass strip mean that I can NEVER EVER walk anywhere near that area again in my entire life? Should I post warning signs for the many passersby? Something like, "Dead Black Cat Crossing"?
4. What's the best approach to impress a Hot Blond Babe Cop? I tend to get all "Yes, ma'am" and stuff around women in uniforms who carry large guns, nightsticks, and can surely beat my ass to a bloody pulp. But I guess I could fake anything for a few minutes.
5. The cops called "animal control" and I did so again this morning. Should I have done something else? I keep beating back images starting with a barbeque grill. ugggh...
I'm guessing that you've seldom seen Dead Cats and Hot Blond Babe Cops mentioned together. So, a short story, then a few questions.
The Story
Last night, I answered the door and was met by not one, but TWO, Hot Blond Babe Cops. And there was a Guy Cop in the background.
They were there just to ask me about a Dead Black Cat on my sidewalk. Say what??? They had seen the car accident that killed the cat. No, *I* don't own one, I said. (I wanted to say that I personally HATE cats, but these were Hot Blond Babes, so I didn't want to say anything negative.) I volunteered to ask a pet lover neighbor about local cats, and they asked for a shovel while I was off to my neighbor's.
By the time I returned, all of the cops were gone, and the Dead Black Cat had been moved from my sidewalk to the grass strip between the sidewalk and the street. My front door was still wide open, which minorly pissed me off.
A Few Questions
1. When Guy Cops are at my door, I get all paranoid wondering: WTF *I* did, whether they're going to Rodney King me, and just how long I'll be in jail. With Hot Blond Babe cops, I tend to flash on Playboy centerfolds. Is this normal?
2. Who actually picked up and moved the Dead Black Cat? Was it the Guy Cop, asserting his Male Superiority? Or was it one of the Hot Blond Babe cops, asserting her whatever they assert? Or did they flip coins and the Loser got the job?
3. I don't know much about traditional superstitions, but does a Dead Black Cat first on a *crack* in my sidewalk and then a few feet away in the grass strip mean that I can NEVER EVER walk anywhere near that area again in my entire life? Should I post warning signs for the many passersby? Something like, "Dead Black Cat Crossing"?
4. What's the best approach to impress a Hot Blond Babe Cop? I tend to get all "Yes, ma'am" and stuff around women in uniforms who carry large guns, nightsticks, and can surely beat my ass to a bloody pulp. But I guess I could fake anything for a few minutes.
5. The cops called "animal control" and I did so again this morning. Should I have done something else? I keep beating back images starting with a barbeque grill. ugggh...
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
New Room!
AOL reset the chat rooms this morning and, unfortunately, the Zombies got it back.
So, we've created a new room in the Romance Channel. It's...
Romance - EastCoastChat
Hope to see you there!
Christopher
So, we've created a new room in the Romance Channel. It's...
Romance - EastCoastChat
Hope to see you there!
Christopher
Monday, August 22, 2011
"No, I Don't Do THAT"
(Written 8/22/11 by ChristopherK2 for the Nice MDers Over 35 Blog)
MzTeach's earlier comments about playing with tigers gave me a flashback to the early years in my life insurance career.
Life insurance companies are, of course, interested in your health history, age, vital stats, and such when you apply for life insurance. But they're also interested in your activities. So they ask about "hazardous activities" such as mountain climbing, sky diving, hot air ballooning, and bungee jumping.
I never thought much about those until I later studied the background statistics for them as part of a course. Wow, people die a LOT MORE often from that kind of stuff than "normal" people do! So, I resolved then to never EVER engage in ANY activity that life insurance companies ask about. (Well, except smoking cigs, of course.)
I've never seen a life insurance application that asked, "Have you in the last five years rolled around in the dirt just for giggles with a tiger, cheetah, lion or other Big Cat, or do you intend to do so within the next two years?" But I think I know how life insurance companies would react, so I won't do THAT.
As to other types of hazardous activities that might concern life insurance companies, I "hear" that they constantly check YouTube for the latest... hmmm... well, "Stupid Human Stuff." One that a buddy in the industry recently sent me is this jewel:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oeJjzdlTuI
I just hope their life and health insurance rates are a LOT higher than mine.
MzTeach's earlier comments about playing with tigers gave me a flashback to the early years in my life insurance career.
Life insurance companies are, of course, interested in your health history, age, vital stats, and such when you apply for life insurance. But they're also interested in your activities. So they ask about "hazardous activities" such as mountain climbing, sky diving, hot air ballooning, and bungee jumping.
I never thought much about those until I later studied the background statistics for them as part of a course. Wow, people die a LOT MORE often from that kind of stuff than "normal" people do! So, I resolved then to never EVER engage in ANY activity that life insurance companies ask about. (Well, except smoking cigs, of course.)
I've never seen a life insurance application that asked, "Have you in the last five years rolled around in the dirt just for giggles with a tiger, cheetah, lion or other Big Cat, or do you intend to do so within the next two years?" But I think I know how life insurance companies would react, so I won't do THAT.
As to other types of hazardous activities that might concern life insurance companies, I "hear" that they constantly check YouTube for the latest... hmmm... well, "Stupid Human Stuff." One that a buddy in the industry recently sent me is this jewel:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oeJjzdlTuI
I just hope their life and health insurance rates are a LOT higher than mine.
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