AIG posts second quarterly profit
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/8347168.stm
I could post a big-assed profit if the Gubmint were dropping FAT STACKS of taxpayer bailout money on me!!!!!
Fannie’s Draws From Emergency Treasury Fund Reach $60 Billion
http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&sid=aTtl8uiGkfxc
Fannie Mae: That ever-growing sucking sound you hear in the distance...not unlike that of water rushing out just before the tsunami hits. And then it gets really ugly.
BofA: Credit card loss rate could have peaked in Q3
http://www.reuters.com/article/pressReleasesMolt/idUSTRE5A463Z20091105
Could have. But probably haven't. Or maybe they meant 'have peaked for the year'. Ah, green shoots – go great with Kool Aid.
And finally:
Unemployment rate hits 10.2% in October, Payrolls fall by 190,000, 22nd straight decline
http://www.marketwatch.com/story/unemployment-rate-hits-102-in-october-2009-11-06-83100
OOPSIE! This doesn't really sound "less bad" to me...Quick, Ben-Geitner et al.! To the Chopper!!!
Funny how you don't hear those bloated wind-bags in the media spewing forth much of that "less bad" garbage lately, eh?
Don't even get me started on the nightmare sinkhole about to swallow up many insolvent municipalities (e.g., frickin cities, people. CITIES!) or the shiatstorm brewing (just about here?) for pensions – you know, those things old people have contributed to throughout their lives so they wouldn't have to die in a box under a bridge somewhere? Yeah, kiss that shiat goo-bye. If judging the Banksta d-bags solely on their actions, the Feds will be bailing out aging Joe Sixpacks just about the time hell reaches -273 degrees. Ya feeling me?
Friday, November 6, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Numbers Game, yo!
# of days my back muscle(s) have been spasming: 3
# of percs I took tonight in an effort to make it stop: 2
# of miscellaneous objects I've tried to jam into my
shoulder blade to try to unlock the muscle: 4ish?
# of people I've begged or paid to try to kill this thing: 5 or so
# of ways I've tried contorting myself in an attempt
to crack this bitch away: (insert infinity symbol here).
2009 - a year in numbers:
trips to the emergency room: 3
blows to the head with chain-link fence end posts: 2
stitches required: 3ish
medical specialists consulted with or treated by: 7
number of friggin old people maladies I've ended up with, WAY too soon: 5ish?
number of pants I own that still fit me: uh, 5ish?
ok, bored with that now. I think the percs are kicking in....
# of percs I took tonight in an effort to make it stop: 2
# of miscellaneous objects I've tried to jam into my
shoulder blade to try to unlock the muscle: 4ish?
# of people I've begged or paid to try to kill this thing: 5 or so
# of ways I've tried contorting myself in an attempt
to crack this bitch away: (insert infinity symbol here).
2009 - a year in numbers:
trips to the emergency room: 3
blows to the head with chain-link fence end posts: 2
stitches required: 3ish
medical specialists consulted with or treated by: 7
number of friggin old people maladies I've ended up with, WAY too soon: 5ish?
number of pants I own that still fit me: uh, 5ish?
ok, bored with that now. I think the percs are kicking in....
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
singin' biatch wednesday
ok, so in no particular order at all:
I've read two KICK ASS books in the last coupla weeks. 10 In Hanuman's Hands, Cheeni Rao. OMFG, thiss book is THE SHIT. Read it. If you struggle with all things "bad", feel like a miserable failure most of the time, have fucked up brain chemistry, regret your existence whilst simultaneously entertaining fits of narcissism that would make [insert narcissist here] blush, then you need to read this shizzle, yo. Sorry I can't relate that all to you in perfect english, but yo - that's how I roll. And you know that, and that's why you read my shit, and why, when I'm posthumously accepting my mothertrucking academy award for Best ScreenPlay EVAR (courtesy of Kneerim & Williams, the folks I wicked love), you will know my name is THE LORD....
/sorry - went all Samuel L. Jackson up in here for a 'mo.
anyway....(yeah, I am not particularly in love with my ADD either - welcome to my Disney World - if the septic system failed - type 0f reality).
/mamas & papas - monday, monday, delightfully caressing my ears. particularly my left one....I digress. What else is new?
Book, the second: AUGUSTEN BURROUGHS "Dry"... Holy shit. It took me a FULL ON 12 hours to recover from THIS one. Yeah, I know, you're like "er, secretarial chick, WTF could you know?". Yeah. Keep dreaming about that as this rusted out hull of a cerebellar auditorium SMOKES YOUR ASS SO BAD(ly) at Jeoapardy. Or however the fuck you spell it. WTF.
Anyway. Augusten. OMG. That book. Gripped the living shit out of my soul. In that Gore Vidal way. And that's some serious shit right there. Mad props, Mr. Vidal - I hope you're well.
Welp..that was gonna be it, but now I've cranked the Pink and I like the Pink. What's more important though, is that that the hubs likes the Pink. And it's not often that he expresses an affinity...for much of anything. Not that he's farty and boh-ring, au contraire. He just isn't THAT guy - you know, the one you can jangle some reality show bullshit in front of and entertain. He's fuckin awesome, truth be told. I dig the SHIT out of him. (Now I'm editing a snide comment to someone from the distant past, but I still think "ha ha! charlie and the chocolate factory, biatchhhhhh!!!"
thanks for joining me on my md excursion to Inability to Complete A Thought syndrome - or, ICAT for short. Whattup, SHAWTY!
I have a couple of new FB pals that came into the fold purely through a) chance b) happenstance. Just wanna shout out to my new peeps. Cuz you all care like that, n shiat. LOLZ. Yeah, I know. You stopped reading after paragraph II. That's cool So did I....
/i can go for miles, if you know what I mean
shit. sorry - the whole point of the exercise was for me to tell you that Mama Cass's voice is like the most delicious, warm, buttery, carmelized yumminess EVAR. RAWK ON, Ellen Cohen!!!!
let's throw some mad love in there for Pattsy Cline too, while we're at it. Because sometimes we all walk for miles, along the highway...n shiat.
I've read two KICK ASS books in the last coupla weeks. 10 In Hanuman's Hands, Cheeni Rao. OMFG, thiss book is THE SHIT. Read it. If you struggle with all things "bad", feel like a miserable failure most of the time, have fucked up brain chemistry, regret your existence whilst simultaneously entertaining fits of narcissism that would make [insert narcissist here] blush, then you need to read this shizzle, yo. Sorry I can't relate that all to you in perfect english, but yo - that's how I roll. And you know that, and that's why you read my shit, and why, when I'm posthumously accepting my mothertrucking academy award for Best ScreenPlay EVAR (courtesy of Kneerim & Williams, the folks I wicked love), you will know my name is THE LORD....
/sorry - went all Samuel L. Jackson up in here for a 'mo.
anyway....(yeah, I am not particularly in love with my ADD either - welcome to my Disney World - if the septic system failed - type 0f reality).
/mamas & papas - monday, monday, delightfully caressing my ears. particularly my left one....I digress. What else is new?
Book, the second: AUGUSTEN BURROUGHS "Dry"... Holy shit. It took me a FULL ON 12 hours to recover from THIS one. Yeah, I know, you're like "er, secretarial chick, WTF could you know?". Yeah. Keep dreaming about that as this rusted out hull of a cerebellar auditorium SMOKES YOUR ASS SO BAD(ly) at Jeoapardy. Or however the fuck you spell it. WTF.
Anyway. Augusten. OMG. That book. Gripped the living shit out of my soul. In that Gore Vidal way. And that's some serious shit right there. Mad props, Mr. Vidal - I hope you're well.
Welp..that was gonna be it, but now I've cranked the Pink and I like the Pink. What's more important though, is that that the hubs likes the Pink. And it's not often that he expresses an affinity...for much of anything. Not that he's farty and boh-ring, au contraire. He just isn't THAT guy - you know, the one you can jangle some reality show bullshit in front of and entertain. He's fuckin awesome, truth be told. I dig the SHIT out of him. (Now I'm editing a snide comment to someone from the distant past, but I still think "ha ha! charlie and the chocolate factory, biatchhhhhh!!!"
thanks for joining me on my md excursion to Inability to Complete A Thought syndrome - or, ICAT for short. Whattup, SHAWTY!
I have a couple of new FB pals that came into the fold purely through a) chance b) happenstance. Just wanna shout out to my new peeps. Cuz you all care like that, n shiat. LOLZ. Yeah, I know. You stopped reading after paragraph II. That's cool So did I....
/i can go for miles, if you know what I mean
shit. sorry - the whole point of the exercise was for me to tell you that Mama Cass's voice is like the most delicious, warm, buttery, carmelized yumminess EVAR. RAWK ON, Ellen Cohen!!!!
let's throw some mad love in there for Pattsy Cline too, while we're at it. Because sometimes we all walk for miles, along the highway...n shiat.
WERD
p.s. shouts to e-dawg and bar-b-licious, YOU MY HOMEYS.
Friday, July 10, 2009
MAD LOVE to my homeys.
It's been a tough week. I said something stupid on my FB and got my shit in tons of trouble. My hubster is pissed at me because I suck with money. But my peeps are rawkin and they have my back, and for that I'm fuckin seriously thankful.
Shanky, your email was like the bandaid on some seriously fucked up shiat, and dood, mad love for that. Thanks bro - it came at just the right time. I'm waiting for some short / leveraged shit to pan out and my old man is breaking my balls and I'm feeling all shiatastic about it, and I come home and read your email and dayum. Thanks man.
To my homeys on the train, I have MAD love for you - for understanding who I am and what I am, and for intuitively knowing that I'm NOT an asshole, I DONT start shit, and I am the fucken peacemaker. I try to keep shit in line, and I stand up against you sometimes even when I know you'll be pissed about it, in an effort to keep shiat smoove.
It's a scary fucken world out there. I am scared to death. Daily. Cancer has taken so much of my family and I wait for the day it takes me too. So, for those peeps that are there, and have my back - jon, barbs, your beautiful kiddies, jamie, charly, my mad train homeys, my fams, my absolutely unbelievably amazing kiddies and my hubs who is currently ballistically bullshiat at me, I mad love you and when I go, the saddest thing will be that I don't get to be with you any more.
It's been a rough fucken week.
Shanky, your email was like the bandaid on some seriously fucked up shiat, and dood, mad love for that. Thanks bro - it came at just the right time. I'm waiting for some short / leveraged shit to pan out and my old man is breaking my balls and I'm feeling all shiatastic about it, and I come home and read your email and dayum. Thanks man.
To my homeys on the train, I have MAD love for you - for understanding who I am and what I am, and for intuitively knowing that I'm NOT an asshole, I DONT start shit, and I am the fucken peacemaker. I try to keep shit in line, and I stand up against you sometimes even when I know you'll be pissed about it, in an effort to keep shiat smoove.
It's a scary fucken world out there. I am scared to death. Daily. Cancer has taken so much of my family and I wait for the day it takes me too. So, for those peeps that are there, and have my back - jon, barbs, your beautiful kiddies, jamie, charly, my mad train homeys, my fams, my absolutely unbelievably amazing kiddies and my hubs who is currently ballistically bullshiat at me, I mad love you and when I go, the saddest thing will be that I don't get to be with you any more.
It's been a rough fucken week.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Wild and wacky stuff afoot!!!
You have to love when major shiat hits the fan just before and/or during a holiday weekend.
Palin abruptly resigns for no apparent reason (well, citing no coherent or discernable reason, to be more precise). The word on the street, aside from "maybe she's pregnant" (which still wouldn't explain the bizarre and sudden torpedoing of her political...anything...ever), is that some nasty things are cooking regarding embezzlement, federal indictments and a probable scandal of epic (fail) proportions. Good times. Good riddance to a woman who truly epitomizes *everything* wrong with America, politics and human beings in general.
Then there's the abysmal state of the economy, and the withering of those holographic green shoots the yapping MSM puppet-heads have been trying to cram down our throats for months. This, as well as the Palin thing, really underscore that it's about damn time that we, collectively, took a stand against those whose action belie their belief that by and large, the average American is an idiot.
I invite you, my loyal reader (lolz - I'm pretty sure there's one of you, and even that may be a gross overstatement) to broaden your horizons. Explore the internet, shut off the CNBS, the FixedNewz, and the telly in general if it's news and information you want. Talking heads, the jig is up and you, collectively, whether in print, on television or radio, are quickly going to go the way of the dinosaur. You are racing towards extinction, because you allowed yourselves to be bought and paid for by corporate interests, thereby violating every previously-held tenet of what was once an admirable and critical function of our society - journalism. Now, you're nothing more than over-coiffed shills and honestly, your tired act has and will continue to erode until you are reviled and dismissed by everyone, not just we the "bloggers in our parents' basements". That's the best Dennis Kneale, Sarah Palin et al. could come up with as of late? "Ohhh, the nasty, mean blogger people"? Really? Your ilk epically fails at pokker. Why would you tip your hand and call out bloggers (for whom you clearly have nothing but disdain) if you weren't, to some degree, fighting an unease that perhaps your web of bullshit an spin was about to unravel? In short, you wouldn't - you'd continue to naively believe in the fallacy that bloggers are irrelevant and hold no power. Guess we'll have to see how that works out for you, now, won't we?
Mad, gigantic, humbled props to the following folks, to whom an enormous debt of gratitude is owed for at very least being on the front lines and attempting to get the information you might *actually* benefit from to you, versus inundating you with more inconsequential celebrealitard-centric DREK that serves only to obfuscate the truth and steer you away from reality. Try something for me, would you? Spend ONE WEEK reading instead of watching television. I'm not some high-falutin' teevee rots yer brain, I'm so very erudite and yer nawt, hurr hurr kind of gal. I love those rare moments of television entertainment, but sadly they are few and far between. So, spend a week reading up on things instead of being spoon-fed what the MSM wants to feed you. These are my favorites, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do:
zerohedge (blogspot) - Tyler Durden et al. defy description. If you are uneasy about the economy (and truly, you should be, no matter who you are), well, ZH's posts won't make you feel better at all, but they WILL educate you. I'll take the latter, thank you.
The Market Ticker - Karl Denninger minces no words. You won't be receiving hugs and love and regurgitated bullshit. I think you know where to go for those.
Something mighty is coming. Hope it's Change....
Palin abruptly resigns for no apparent reason (well, citing no coherent or discernable reason, to be more precise). The word on the street, aside from "maybe she's pregnant" (which still wouldn't explain the bizarre and sudden torpedoing of her political...anything...ever), is that some nasty things are cooking regarding embezzlement, federal indictments and a probable scandal of epic (fail) proportions. Good times. Good riddance to a woman who truly epitomizes *everything* wrong with America, politics and human beings in general.
Then there's the abysmal state of the economy, and the withering of those holographic green shoots the yapping MSM puppet-heads have been trying to cram down our throats for months. This, as well as the Palin thing, really underscore that it's about damn time that we, collectively, took a stand against those whose action belie their belief that by and large, the average American is an idiot.
I invite you, my loyal reader (lolz - I'm pretty sure there's one of you, and even that may be a gross overstatement) to broaden your horizons. Explore the internet, shut off the CNBS, the FixedNewz, and the telly in general if it's news and information you want. Talking heads, the jig is up and you, collectively, whether in print, on television or radio, are quickly going to go the way of the dinosaur. You are racing towards extinction, because you allowed yourselves to be bought and paid for by corporate interests, thereby violating every previously-held tenet of what was once an admirable and critical function of our society - journalism. Now, you're nothing more than over-coiffed shills and honestly, your tired act has and will continue to erode until you are reviled and dismissed by everyone, not just we the "bloggers in our parents' basements". That's the best Dennis Kneale, Sarah Palin et al. could come up with as of late? "Ohhh, the nasty, mean blogger people"? Really? Your ilk epically fails at pokker. Why would you tip your hand and call out bloggers (for whom you clearly have nothing but disdain) if you weren't, to some degree, fighting an unease that perhaps your web of bullshit an spin was about to unravel? In short, you wouldn't - you'd continue to naively believe in the fallacy that bloggers are irrelevant and hold no power. Guess we'll have to see how that works out for you, now, won't we?
Mad, gigantic, humbled props to the following folks, to whom an enormous debt of gratitude is owed for at very least being on the front lines and attempting to get the information you might *actually* benefit from to you, versus inundating you with more inconsequential celebrealitard-centric DREK that serves only to obfuscate the truth and steer you away from reality. Try something for me, would you? Spend ONE WEEK reading instead of watching television. I'm not some high-falutin' teevee rots yer brain, I'm so very erudite and yer nawt, hurr hurr kind of gal. I love those rare moments of television entertainment, but sadly they are few and far between. So, spend a week reading up on things instead of being spoon-fed what the MSM wants to feed you. These are my favorites, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do:
zerohedge (blogspot) - Tyler Durden et al. defy description. If you are uneasy about the economy (and truly, you should be, no matter who you are), well, ZH's posts won't make you feel better at all, but they WILL educate you. I'll take the latter, thank you.
The Market Ticker - Karl Denninger minces no words. You won't be receiving hugs and love and regurgitated bullshit. I think you know where to go for those.
Something mighty is coming. Hope it's Change....
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