Some things which are obvious to some, are not obvious to others.
You would think that would be obvious to everyone, but…
Some things which are obvious to some, are not obvious to others.
You would think that would be obvious to everyone, but…
From the Daily Bulletin:
The Federal Reserve will issue new rules next week aimed at protecting home buyers from dubious lending practices, its most sweeping response to the housing crisis.
In other news, the Federal Department of Closing Barn Doors will be implementing sweeping new policies to ensure compliance, and the FBI will be gearing up for a 2012 investigation focusing on a large number of reports of missing horses.
As the price of crude oil hovers near $135 a barrel, it’s time for a big reality check.
A 42-gallon barrel of oil yields around 20 gallons of gasoline— worth about $85 on the street, which price you’ll never see because it includes processing, delivery, retail fees, and taxes. So in theory, if you own a barrel of oil, you’re already fifty bucks in the hole.
From a less theoretical standpoint, what would you *actually* have? A four-foot, hundred-pound metal tube of goo. It isn’t worth $135. If you had one cluttering up your garage, you’d happily slip somebody twenty bucks to haul it off. If you had twenty-five barrels in your home, you couldn’t live there.
The avoidance of true ownership responsibilities is what allows speculation to flourish, so that’s how you deal with speculators: Attach a virtual “bungee cord” to the end product.
Anything you own for more than, say, five days– you’d better be prepared to accept delivery. And there’s some nice fellas from the EPA here to check out the storage site in your living room.
Dusting off my tinfoil, hat, I have to wonder…
Does someone specifically benefit from rattling our economic cage in an election year?
Or is the media really so stupid that they don’t realize that their headlines are worsening the potential impact?
Since realizing that “cinnamon” could be rhymed with “minimum”, imagining a non-cheesy usage has occupied all my thoughts.
I am a man obsessed.
I’ve developed a bad habit over the last week or so. I’ve started inserting the word “vista” in statements that normally call for the “S”-word.
So far, though, no one has failed to “get it”.
My sweetie and I were napping on her couch the other afternoon, after which she informed me in no uncertain terms that I snore.
I told her that those were “man purrs” and that she should cherish them, as they were proof that she made me happy.
I think communication is a cornerstone of a successful relationship, and as soon as I get these sofa cushions dislodged, we’re going to finish that last conversation.