Song of the Day (1/31/2017)

Keeping it simple.  One song.  One recommendation.  One observation.  Today’s song of the day is Saturday Night by Bay City Rollers.

Today’s recommendation is the following:

…I was in the washroom of a friend and noted the TP on the radiator.  As I was readying myself to bitch him out for the obvious safety hazard, I felt the silky, warm paper caress my every nook and fanny cranny and my anus immediately transcended space and time.  I felt my anus was all at once, one with the universe.  In effect, my anus was a “qi hole” to another time and place.  A simpler time.  A better place.

Finally, an observation.  Below is taken from Wikipedia.  Source is CBO.  Wealth transfers / entitlements are… very large:

This post “has been pleasant and professional.  Good luck in the coming business year.”


Arrested Development and Whey Protein

Happy Friday!  Flash back to high school girls in the 1980s!  Apparently people are still doing this obnoxious pose in their photos, giving me the perfect opportunity to slide in an Arrested Development reference:

Jere’s deep level of pontificating led me to do some of my own.  I received a photo of my money manager and his new Asian bride a few weeks ago.  The engagement ring was massive.  It made me think back to numerous WSJ articles on how as soon as a money manager buys a Ferrari, their performance typically wanes…  I suppose it’s okay if my money manager buys a huge rock, although the same cannot be said for Buddy Fletcher.  Fuck Ellen Pao.

I’ve been doing some hefty, hefty, hefty! research on Whey protein.  After comparing each brand at Walmart, Meijer, Trader Joe’s, Target, Costco, and the top twenty brands on Amazon, I’ve found the cheapest Whey per gram of protein.  In this, I also considered cholesterol, sodium, fat content, total calories, and have looked into legal actions regarding protein spiking and prevalence of heavy metals based on independent third party tests ( proved a helpful resource).  I’ve also taken into consideration number and quality of reviews on Amazon and  Based on all of these factors, I’ve found that the Whey on the left of the following photo, purchased at Costco (online sources are more expensive) is the best option based on all criteria.  The second best option was the Combat formula in the center, purchased from Amazon.  I also appreciate how the Combat container is in the color theme of Xbox’s Halo series.  I found that there is a soy product at TJ’s that is cheaper than all of these on a per gram basis and has low cholesterol, sodium, calories, and high nutrition; however, I’m skeptical that soy provides the same benefits as Whey.  The Body Fortess brand on the right was a fluke and should not be purchased – cholesterol, much like rent, is too damn high.  

Wild ass tangent: great quote from a WSJ article a few months ago:

And finally, what. The fuck. Is this.  Obviously some bullshit Chinese scam artist who either doesn’t understand currency translations or is writing this article through a time portal from the 1850s.  Of the scammers from all countries, you’d think a Chinese scam artist would understand how to get the currency thing right.  If my 19 year old was worth $528,429, I’d ask him/her what the fuck happened to the other half million.

I leave you with a quote from arguably the world’s best money manager, Cypress Hill:

“People see rockstars, younawhaI’msayin?

But you still…try’na…get out more like, like everybody else

It’s a fun job, but it’s still a job

Save your money man, save your money too

It’s single don’t last very long, younawhaI’msayin?

I mean…you’re lucky in this game too

There’s gon’ be another cat comin’ out

Lookin’ like me, soundin’ like me, next year I know this

They’ll be a flipside, do whatchu you do

Somebody’ll try to spin off like some series”

Song of the Day (1/25/2017)


Today’s song of the day celebrates Donald Trump’s inauguration and foray into our uteruses.  Given the misogynistic attacks are here for four, and most likely eight, years, today’s song of the day is Fat Girl by Steel Panther.  An instant classic.

In other news, I came across the following license plate that reminded me of a great Xbox video from way back in 2006.

What does is say about the state of our economy when maintenance professionals are reduced to paper towels and stick-it notes for the below?

And finally, I went on a bit of a rant the other day about the LGBTQIA community aggressively hording alpha characters.  But to those “people” who have RIDICULOUS FUCKING names that never end or have more hyphens than Merriam Webster would know what to do with, your day is coming.  Where does it end?  How many names can you string together?  I feel sorry for their identity crises.

“To anger a conservative, lie to him.  To anger a liberal, tell him the truth.” – Theodore Roosevelt


I begin by stating that I am entirely for equality across all races, genders, sexual orientations, etc.  I do not discriminate against any one group and firmly believe in equality with the exception of a meritocracy where fitting.  The following is meant to be tongue in cheek with the exception that I grow weary of the political correctness fad sweeping through our country.  Let’s get to it.

What.  The FUCK.  Is IA?!?  How fucking far is this political correctness train going to go?   This community is desperately searching for new letters to add to their lexicon and only have twenty six letters from which to choose.  We don’t have the letters to spare!

Now there’s been a lot of discussion recently, given the renewed interest in protectionist policies, about abandoning our reliance on Chinese imports.  But what is a country to do when a select minority lay claim to the foundational components of its very language?  Twenty six characters.  LGBTQ.  It was four only a few years ago.  Now it’s five.  Five letters down.  Twenty one to go.  It’s time we rethink the BAT and rethink cutting Chinese imports.  In fact, they’ve been stealing OUR property for long enough, now.

According to Wikipedia, “Studies in China have shown that literate individuals know and use between 3,000 and 4,000 characters. Specialists in classical literature or history, who would often encounter characters no longer in use, are estimated to have a working vocabulary of between 5,000 and 6,000 characters.”  WE NEED TO IMPORT CHINA’S LANGUAGE AND IT HAS TO BE PLAGERIZED QUICKLY.  If the gays, lesbians, and whatever-the-other-ones continue to purloin the English language, we’ll be left with nothing but single syllable words…which in reality may be easier for Trump anyway.

Or we could just say “fuck it,” accept the inevitable umbrella of political correctness that will befall this country, and institute prima nocta privileges for all wealthy white males.  Thoughts?

Finally, not to end on a sour note: I came across this article today which reminded me of a great Arrested Development reference:

“I’ve got the JDL on my ass…”

1965 Ford Mustang Fastback

Watched Bullitt (1968 with Steve McQueen) for the first time this weekend and fell in love with his car (1968 390 V8 Ford Mustang GT fastback (325 hp) with four-speed manual transmission) and the man all over again.  If any of you haven’t seen this movie – it’s WELL worth your time.  The chase scene through San Francisco is insanely original and very memorable.  As well, watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969 with Paul Newman and Robert Redford) for the first time and I have to add it to the list of top Westerns.  Very well done.  Also saw Shane which wasn’t quite as good as I had hoped but the movie still deserved its acclaim.

For those who aren’t familiar or care to read a basic overview of superchargers vs. turbochargers, this description is fantastic and easy to understand: Engineering Explained: The Pros And Cons Of Turbochargers Vs Superchargers.  Now, some car porn to whet your willies:

These photos were taken from eBay Motors and this amazing vehicle can be had for $44,900.  Blue and white (or perhaps black with gold stripes) may be a better color, but the red is still majestic. 

Today’s fun fact: the surface area of human lungs ranges from 600 to 900 square feet!

Song of the Day (1/17/2017)

Today’s song of the day is brought to you by democracy, freedom, and the makers of Splenda:

All other artificial sweeteners can sod off and go back to Russia.  ‘Merica.

Today’s song of the day is the fabulously banging Do Ya by Electric Light Orchestra.  Whether you like the song or hate it, it’s an amazing song and you’ll like it.

Quick tangent: I had an addition to the Top Westerns list: The War Wagon with none other than John Wayne and Kirk Douglas.  A true classic.

And we’re back on track.  And we’re focused.  And…Buster, can’t you do that in the break room, buddy?  Speaking of tangents, this came across my screen the other day:

It’d be relevant if I stooped so low as to take public transportation.  And speaking of middle class problems, this little gem, taken out of context, is an absolute doozy:

Jerome Hesch may sound like the name of a black Jew, meagerly scraping by in the porn industry on a diet of canned pineapples and government cheese, but the guy sure has a point and sure knows how to trigger the liberal left.  My purple pimp hat is off to you, good sir.

I’ll end with a great license plate spot:

“MOFO Fam.”  There may be some incestuous love being made here, but at least we can assume the parents are in a loving, heteronormative marriage.