Ann Geiger is the woman who removed the hair from my face. She died, and I should have seen it coming. I'm not sure I could have stopped it, but I could have tried. I wish....... She was a good friend. One day she said to me that she'd never finished one, and it didn't make sense, so I didn't think much of it. She was talking about people like me, she'd never completely finished a face, but she was close with mine.
I finished a bunch of work on her car, at my expense, and she went out and bought this huge boat of a car from another friend. It was nice, didn't have many miles on it, but she needed the cash to pay the rent on her office, and her apartment, and she didn't need the car. She sold me her car that I'd just done the brakes on, for cheap, and I drove it for a few years. I wasn't real happy about that boat of a Ford, but I couldn't see the hand writing on the wall. Then she went and had all her teeth pulled, paid for by medicaid, supposedly so she could have perfect dentures, but I knew something was wrong with that, she liked her teeth.
It took her a while, a couple of weeks or a month to get up the guts to finish the plan. A couple of times she told me to never let anybody pull my teeth. Why did she get all of them pulled, if she liked them? I think she did it to get the pain medication. And I think she then took ALL of it at once, on a Friday. I was supposed to see her that Friday, but she didn't show at her office, so I went home and wondered why she didn't show up. We lived in the 2 halves of a duplex, and had keys to each others sides, we were pretty good friends, it didn't occur to me that there was something wrong if her car was in front but she wasn't around. All my life people have patronized me, and told me I'm smart, but I'm not. I'm really pretty slow, pretty stupid.
On Sunday, I finally went into her side of the duplex, and started calling her name. No answer. I went from the bedroom to the living room and back 3 times, before I looked into the bathroom as I went past. She was cold and stiff. She died sitting on the john, and sort of 1/2 fell into the bath tub. So I called the cops, and they put on what Ed Sullivan used to call, 'A really big sheeww.' You'd think they get a raise for flying through a quiet neighborhood with bells on, when it's not necessary.
The landlord started whining that he'd have a hard time renting Ann's side out because of me, and he wouldn't fix the 2 fire hazard electrical problems in my side, so I lost it and told him that Wisconsin law calls for 28 days notice in the absence of a written lease, and I was leaving. I left my pet birds and squirrels, and moved to an apartment complex that was a dog place so I could get the fellow sleeping on the bed next to me as I write. He's now 13, the vet figures he's a Great Dane/German Shorthair. By the way Jack (that landlord), do you disclose that a woman died in that place, as specified by Wisconsin law, when renting it out? You don't? Why does that not surprise me.
Now the dog and I live in a perfect setting, except..........................
I wanted a mailbox out on the road like the people across the road have. So far, I have complained to a senator in writing and a congressman over the phone, because this postal clerk who claims she's a former cop, and her husband is a current cop, threatened to sick her cop husband on me because she didn't like my attitude. If I don't like not being able to receive mail, I should leave the area. Sweet, a personal vendetta against me by a cop over a fucking mailbox. Life sure is cheap here. Yes, I will tell you to put the gun up to my forehead and pull the fucking trigger. If possible, I will have it filmed. Would you do it officer? There is no doubt in my mind. Do smile for the camera! AND DO BY ALL MEANS BRAG ABOUT IT TO YOUR CHILDREN, THEY SHOULD KNOW WHO YOU ARE, AND WHAT YOU'RE REALLY ABOUT!
Have I lost the perfect place for the crime of wanting a fucking mailbox. I'm sure I have. Not tomorrow, not next week, but you'll make it so. Do I want your job, Postmaster, postal clerk, and cop? Yes I do. If you're going to hate me, you should hate me for some greater reason than that I'm an outsider.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
A new character ----- BACK to writing/publishing!
I found a new character. Actually, perhaps 3 or 4 new characters. Who cares?
When I took Comparative Literature, they taught that there were a small number of basic story formats. Looking at an author like Zane Gray, how many very similar westerns did he write? My grandfather sat in his easy chair and read those, one after another.
Those story formats usually require a couple of stock characters, hero and villain for instance. Only, Joe Buck (or John Doe) needs to be interesting, and needs to be different from the good guy cowboy, in the last book. You need a character. Should you be gifted enough, and lucky enough, to create somebody like Harry Potter, that is very cool and you get a few books instead of only one.
My characters: The kid. The man with the dog. The failed school teacher. The 2 Davids, looking across the chess board at each other. The illiterate man who taught the kid to write. The bartender with the bleached hair, from the laundry. Aja, and Rosie.....
Actually, come to think of it, Pendajo Lito, Puta Lita, Panocha, and their mother.
A bunch of the people from Xanadu.
Hmmmmm, Pete Campbell had a room mate in college. He had a couple of them. They could be brought out too. Not my immediate cup of tea for story/script, but it's an idea. The Bag End people. The co-op people here are as un-memorable they get. I can sort of recall others beside Sharrier, but not much. A small number from the Green Lantern, couple film types, couple Kaarsburg types, couple of [Artful Dodger/Beautiful Young Man]'s.
They say Clam is crazy. I must make a point of hunting him up. Becoming crazy is an occupational hazard in cab driving. It was Clam who suggested blowing Coon a kiss.
The old time day shift people..................
KILLER WEB SITE!!!!!!
http://writingmatters.lee.net/front/topics/
When I took Comparative Literature, they taught that there were a small number of basic story formats. Looking at an author like Zane Gray, how many very similar westerns did he write? My grandfather sat in his easy chair and read those, one after another.
Those story formats usually require a couple of stock characters, hero and villain for instance. Only, Joe Buck (or John Doe) needs to be interesting, and needs to be different from the good guy cowboy, in the last book. You need a character. Should you be gifted enough, and lucky enough, to create somebody like Harry Potter, that is very cool and you get a few books instead of only one.
My characters: The kid. The man with the dog. The failed school teacher. The 2 Davids, looking across the chess board at each other. The illiterate man who taught the kid to write. The bartender with the bleached hair, from the laundry. Aja, and Rosie.....
Actually, come to think of it, Pendajo Lito, Puta Lita, Panocha, and their mother.
A bunch of the people from Xanadu.
Hmmmmm, Pete Campbell had a room mate in college. He had a couple of them. They could be brought out too. Not my immediate cup of tea for story/script, but it's an idea. The Bag End people. The co-op people here are as un-memorable they get. I can sort of recall others beside Sharrier, but not much. A small number from the Green Lantern, couple film types, couple Kaarsburg types, couple of [Artful Dodger/Beautiful Young Man]'s.
They say Clam is crazy. I must make a point of hunting him up. Becoming crazy is an occupational hazard in cab driving. It was Clam who suggested blowing Coon a kiss.
The old time day shift people..................
KILLER WEB SITE!!!!!!
http://writingmatters.lee.net/front/topics/
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
The Lists:
...........................List A ------------------------ List B
..........................----------------- --------------------
.....................Jim Cramer ---------------Bernard Maydoff (spelling.. need to look this name up)
....................Peter Lynch
Something like that, without the primitive formatting.
This stuff goes over to Finance.Schnerk. And will come out of here as soon as finance becomes current.
Life certainly is weird. A career elementary school teacher told me that most kids that age would not know the meaning of the word 'constrained'. She went on to say that they would nod like they understood and forget it.
Ok. I guess......................
..........................----------------- --------------------
.....................Jim Cramer ---------------Bernard Maydoff (spelling.. need to look this name up)
....................Peter Lynch
Something like that, without the primitive formatting.
This stuff goes over to Finance.Schnerk. And will come out of here as soon as finance becomes current.
Life certainly is weird. A career elementary school teacher told me that most kids that age would not know the meaning of the word 'constrained'. She went on to say that they would nod like they understood and forget it.
Ok. I guess......................
Jack is Back ~~ The Official Finance Schnerk
I drifted away from this blog a while ago. My investing was boring. How these guys who have no positions of their own, can successfully work on securities trading, is a mystery to me.
The current strategy is to make small high risk bets (yeah that's right, call it for what it is, gambling) and expect to lose a bunch of them. How does this work? Let's say I have $8,000.00, and I decide that around $500 is the size bets I'm going to make. Further, I won't increase the size of bets until the gambling capital reaches $25,000.00, at which point I'm thinking I will increase it to around $800. How do the numbers work?
My current bet cost $400 + $55 = $455. I put the money down around a month ago, and it's value right this moment is around $2,500. Not cashing out is really hard, but I see it at around $3,000-$3,500, perhaps today, but for sure this week. Obviously, it's puts or calls.
Let's say I set my target at 75% per bet. If you make a bet you get back 175% of your gamble or you get nothing. Let's further say that you average 2 months per gamble. And finally let's say I can find 4 such bets to make. So they pay around $850 if they win, and $0 if they lose. That gives you around $3,000 at the end of 2 months, or around a 50% profit. Deal is, if you made the right options bet, and you have the guts to hang on to the position, 500% can happen too. What is that magic, how much will this make in a year, number? Enough for me to live on. The critical thing is, DO NOT LOSE YOUR CAPITAL.
I will be starting a couple of lists, they will be blog entries that get edited on an ongoing basis. No one can be on both lists. Most people would not be on either list.
The current strategy is to make small high risk bets (yeah that's right, call it for what it is, gambling) and expect to lose a bunch of them. How does this work? Let's say I have $8,000.00, and I decide that around $500 is the size bets I'm going to make. Further, I won't increase the size of bets until the gambling capital reaches $25,000.00, at which point I'm thinking I will increase it to around $800. How do the numbers work?
My current bet cost $400 + $55 = $455. I put the money down around a month ago, and it's value right this moment is around $2,500. Not cashing out is really hard, but I see it at around $3,000-$3,500, perhaps today, but for sure this week. Obviously, it's puts or calls.
Let's say I set my target at 75% per bet. If you make a bet you get back 175% of your gamble or you get nothing. Let's further say that you average 2 months per gamble. And finally let's say I can find 4 such bets to make. So they pay around $850 if they win, and $0 if they lose. That gives you around $3,000 at the end of 2 months, or around a 50% profit. Deal is, if you made the right options bet, and you have the guts to hang on to the position, 500% can happen too. What is that magic, how much will this make in a year, number? Enough for me to live on. The critical thing is, DO NOT LOSE YOUR CAPITAL.
I will be starting a couple of lists, they will be blog entries that get edited on an ongoing basis. No one can be on both lists. Most people would not be on either list.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Life is strange
I haven't had a drink in a month. This is perhaps only the second time in my adult life after say, 25, that I can say that! Some people can drink "socially" and some can't. A whole branch of my family, from what I've seen, shouldn't drink.
I feel better, I guess........ In another month will begin the great diet.
I've started thinking about writing stories about kids. It might be the case that people avoid writing that kind of thing but it seems to be a great opportunity on first glance. Just Rosie and Aja for instance, the Dells and horseback riding, cute stories. Art Linkletter was right.
One of the funniest things I've ever heard of is my brother in fuzz. God was mom pissed.
Somebody has to have a collection of stories..... I'll post it if I find it.
I feel better, I guess........ In another month will begin the great diet.
I've started thinking about writing stories about kids. It might be the case that people avoid writing that kind of thing but it seems to be a great opportunity on first glance. Just Rosie and Aja for instance, the Dells and horseback riding, cute stories. Art Linkletter was right.
One of the funniest things I've ever heard of is my brother in fuzz. God was mom pissed.
Somebody has to have a collection of stories..... I'll post it if I find it.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
The book! I found the beginning, and I'm going to post it here.
/* The cab driving book */
In 21 years, I only got to drive that very first shift, in a brand new cab, one time. Usually a day driver gets that first shift, but not always. It was a 3pm.-3am. shift, on a Saturday night.
Usually, a new cab has over 100,000 miles on it. Most cabs are retired police cars, but the first time a passenger rides in it, every cab is a brand new cab. This cab got christened properly during that first shift, and I would always tell people it was the happiest cab in the fleet.
/* So ends the first 2 paragraphs */
/*
I also found out how to get into pagetofame, and finance.schnerk, AND got interested in writing again. woo hoo oh yeah and pinksheet history.
And lets see........ pentland and genova,
and I've only got 10 years to try to get you ready to be 15,
and how do you become who you are at 15, then 25, then 35.
35-20=15, you need to be 35 to be president
*/
In 21 years, I only got to drive that very first shift, in a brand new cab, one time. Usually a day driver gets that first shift, but not always. It was a 3pm.-3am. shift, on a Saturday night.
Usually, a new cab has over 100,000 miles on it. Most cabs are retired police cars, but the first time a passenger rides in it, every cab is a brand new cab. This cab got christened properly during that first shift, and I would always tell people it was the happiest cab in the fleet.
/* So ends the first 2 paragraphs */
/*
I also found out how to get into pagetofame, and finance.schnerk, AND got interested in writing again. woo hoo oh yeah and pinksheet history.
And lets see........ pentland and genova,
and I've only got 10 years to try to get you ready to be 15,
and how do you become who you are at 15, then 25, then 35.
35-20=15, you need to be 35 to be president
*/
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The modern "Prince"
Remember that book, The Prince. One of the books you were supposed to read in high school, but didn't. Only skimmed the Cliff's Notes the night before the test, right? Why did they assign that book anyhow?
My English teacher also assigned The Pardoner's Tale, from Canterbury Tales. Curious, as a 50 something adult, I read it, and it's hysterical. The punch line is this crooked guy who gets his hand farted on, and he's pissed. Who wouldn't be. And who wouldn't be roaring if they saw/read such a thing. I think he might have assigned it for a couple of reasons, first off to win us over. To get the students to think he's really a cool guy with a sense of humor. And second to get us to be willing to read the stuff he assigns on the off chance it might be worth reading.
The Prince is a little, ah, thicker.... It's a thin book, but it's kind of stale to wade through. They should have assigned The Pardoner's Tale first to build up credibility. Alas, they didn't, so I didn't read either of them back in the '60's. What is The Prince about? I'm going to say, practical living. It forces you to think about how slick you need to be when screwing somebody over. When to abandon an old friend, and double cross them. What kind of lies to tell to a stranger. Ever wonder where politicians find that invisible line where the lie becomes untenable? Read The Prince.
Which leads me to what I'm actually thinking.
How to react to a lie. Think about it, you catch people lying all the time. So what do you say to them? How about: Try some other line of bull shit that isn't so obvious. Do you let them get away with it? And, if you do let them get away with it, what does that imply? They think you believed them, but you'll use what you know to get the best of them perhaps?
You know, if I'd read that book, I'd know how to play someone lying to me.
I think I just might cruise down to the library and pull a copy off the shelf. I could compose a lecture, the subject being, why you want to carefully study The Prince. All they ever did for me was, 'Chapter 3, the first 8 pages, by day after tomorrow.' No wonder I never read it.
My English teacher also assigned The Pardoner's Tale, from Canterbury Tales. Curious, as a 50 something adult, I read it, and it's hysterical. The punch line is this crooked guy who gets his hand farted on, and he's pissed. Who wouldn't be. And who wouldn't be roaring if they saw/read such a thing. I think he might have assigned it for a couple of reasons, first off to win us over. To get the students to think he's really a cool guy with a sense of humor. And second to get us to be willing to read the stuff he assigns on the off chance it might be worth reading.
The Prince is a little, ah, thicker.... It's a thin book, but it's kind of stale to wade through. They should have assigned The Pardoner's Tale first to build up credibility. Alas, they didn't, so I didn't read either of them back in the '60's. What is The Prince about? I'm going to say, practical living. It forces you to think about how slick you need to be when screwing somebody over. When to abandon an old friend, and double cross them. What kind of lies to tell to a stranger. Ever wonder where politicians find that invisible line where the lie becomes untenable? Read The Prince.
Which leads me to what I'm actually thinking.
How to react to a lie. Think about it, you catch people lying all the time. So what do you say to them? How about: Try some other line of bull shit that isn't so obvious. Do you let them get away with it? And, if you do let them get away with it, what does that imply? They think you believed them, but you'll use what you know to get the best of them perhaps?
You know, if I'd read that book, I'd know how to play someone lying to me.
I think I just might cruise down to the library and pull a copy off the shelf. I could compose a lecture, the subject being, why you want to carefully study The Prince. All they ever did for me was, 'Chapter 3, the first 8 pages, by day after tomorrow.' No wonder I never read it.
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