Jimmy Hoffa's in the Box Office taking your money

Okay now I'm getting really really really angry. Trading BOX-OFFICE FUTURES??????

Are you kidding me? That's what is driving up the cost of gas when the barrel prices say it should be otherwise. These jackals will bet on anything. They've already ruined health care and now they want to ruin the movies. Unbelievable!!! Everything that is run on the futures market is a scam.

No I can't support those statements with facts. I don't care to do more right now than start with point a and present point z. Futures have ruined the Ag Industry, the Pharmaceuticals, Real Estate, and even our utilities. We the consumer are the ones who end up paying to cover their bets. Just look around you at the things that are expensive and never used to be. I know, inflation. But inflation is artificially jacked up by the futures market.

Thankfully congress is smarter than those pariahs. But who's to say some group of elected officials down the road won't succumb to the stupidity.

MATTI!

So guess who is coming home with my cousins if all works out well.... Matthias Reim!!!!!!

Once I found out that amazon usa didn't have the stock that amazon de has, I opened up a profile over there with them. My cousin is going to bring them to me when he comes home this Summer. I can't tell you how happy that makes me. Matti in the car. Matti in the CD player at home. Matti in the laundry room. Matti at the beach and Matti in the library. And not for a whole lot of money either. Suhweeeeeeeeet!!!!!!!

I know... there are other things that I need more. But how can you really put a price on sanity? OK smarty, depending on credentials you're looking at 125.00+/hr for a shrink. But seriously... I'm listening to it in my head while I am concentratig on work. I look absolutely nuts. and I've beem told that I need to bring the old me back... by my supervisor.

So get ready Cambria... Matti is coming!!!

knock knock knock "Sherry?"

In case you all were wondering, especially Davine, I was just paranoid and the car thing is so much not the issue so much as it is that I am always looking for demons behind doorways or anthropomorphic sidewalks... there is a funny story for later. Geeks, you know the drill.

Head in a book, earphones drowning the world around you in whatever music genre you indulge and surrounded by the fangirl/boy trappings of your section of the Geek Venn diagram for so long that you almost don't hear the frantic knocking at your door. In my case it sounds like this...

knock knock knock "Sherry?" knock knock knock "Sherry?" knock knock knock "Sherry?" knock knock knock "Well if you aren't going to answer me when I know you are in there I'll have to let myself in." pause "Sherry?"

Wow look... everyone is Sheldon.

Anyhoo... after the Valentine Massacre and a host of bad dates that never made it to the next cup of coffee, I wasn't sure that this was a good idea because I just don;t trust myself to know that I am correctly interpreting what others say. I guess that is a problem for me too. I don't think that the burden of understanding belongs to me. I think that people should say what they mean; their actions should support their words. So if you flirt with a girl you better like her. And if you can't tell what she is thinking you should ask. And if you don't really want someone don't act like you do. So since I keep getting rugs pulled out from underneath me all the time I was actually pretty paranoid about this whole deal.

But like I said in my comment on that post: the car is on me; he picked out a car for me because he wants me to be safe and happy. And as far as the this for that goes there is no worry either. I've got a guardian angel. That means no strings, no oops I meant something else and no pressure. I have a great friend and I have to quit expecting my great friends to turn into Monsters cobbled together by mad scientists.

What a great sigh of relief.... breathing breathing breathing... it's a good thing.

Hallo

Well here we go with Summer off to a bang-zoom start. Welcome follower #8 to Geekdom. "Fresh start" is a new blogger as well. Not many posts right now, but well written with a sly sense of humor that I think will blossom as she gears up with more posts.

And again, I encourage you all to poke around blogger and see who is out there. Sometimes when we look around using only the same tried and true (ho-hum) keywords we have always relied on we miss the kindred-by-spirit-if-not-by-keyword people who expand ourselves and help us keep our limitless fascination alive.

Wow.. how zen do I sound? Go forth and explore the NEXT BLOG button!

who jumps through flaming hoops?

So in the process of getting a car several things have become apparent to me but the only one that really bears discussion is the circus that is the lending industry. Thankfully I do not have to rush out and get pregnant so that I can hand over my 1st born; nor, thankfully must we resurrect mother. What I did have to do is run laps around town to get the prelims taken care of. There was the title, the lien release paper work and a two trips to pick up the claim check. The first trip was to get the check and rush to cash it so that I would have the deposit when the car arrived. The second trip was because I was having a blond week and left my cell phone on the counter. D'oh! That was just the warm up before the first act came out.

My bank wouldn't cash the check and give me a cashiers check without a three day wait. But you can go to the Big Corporate and Impersonal Entity formally known as Hell No I Will Never Bank Here Again. Sarcastically, "GREAT! I love BCIE fka HNIWNBHA!" First the check is too big to cash without confirmation that the check was issued from their account. Huh? Second there is a fee to cash a check that big without an account. "Are you sure you don't want an account?" If I wanted one i would have one wouldn't I? Apparently being formerly known as HNIWNBHA has had enough time to forget the barrage of epithets I launched at it when IT overdrew an account by withdrawing funds four days prior to the established date and then closed my account so that when I went to pay the overdraft I was refuting there was no account to pay. I didn't want the account. I want the cashiers check. We have to call the Insurance company. Then...

There is a fee for checking a non customer check. And a fee for the cashier's check proportional to the amount it is made out for. "WhatchootalkinboutWillis?" So when I saw how much those fees were I got an account I didn't want. I kept 500.00 for myself because I have bills to pay. He set the money on the desk and drooly-slobbered as he asked "Do you know what you are going to do with that money?" Yes. KEEP IT FOR ME!!!!!

So I walked out of HNIWNBHA with a bunch of shiny new So Not What I Want and went home to meet my car. Then there was the second act.

As it always happens when you get a new car there are insurance issues. All you and I ever really want to do is go in, get coverage and get out before the ground opens and swallows you or your agent rep whole. The coverage was simple enough. And 35.00 more than the previous car. Owch!!! REP: do you need renters insurance? ME: You won't cover the house I live in because the roof is too old. REP: Life or health? ME: Well... will it help cut my cost? One hour and a computer tech issue later I had 125,000.00 worth of life insurance coverage and saved some money on car insurance. In the grand scheme of things that means I got whole life coverage + an 15.00 auto discount for 20.00 more than the last policy. How do they stay in business?

It is a circus. I don't know who the true huckster is in these situations the guys in the clown suits, the barkers outside the mystics tent or the man running the whole show.

I hate clowns.

Hello again

Well gang, we are up to 7 confirmed Geekdom followers. Rosie is our newest neighbor/friend. Visit her profile... it is awesome. And Bravo to you for being brave enough to say what we all must think on a relatively regular basis. Oloria sounds more fun than where I have been living for the last few weeks.

So welcome aboard, Rosie.