January 11, 2006

Sell! Sell! Sell!

Well golly. It seems Rat Turd is feeling brave again. I think he's hoping that I'll link to him to get people to come to his site. Here's the deal. I looked at his site from my sister's house over Christmas. He hasn't banned her like he has me, the coward. At that time, he had 8000 hits total for the entire existence of his pitiful blog of which 3000 probably came from Pumpman and I making fun of him. Pumpman gets over 8000 hits in three days. It takes me five days.

So what was Rat Turd gloating about? Mike told me he linked to this.

Grouchy Old Cripple suffered a huge setback with several analysts urging their clients to ditch the stock as it suffered a public relations disaster. The exact nature of customer dissatisfaction was not known but IXLNXS was rumoured to have had a hand in it. Industry insiders suspect a The Candidate (artefact) was involved. Grouchy Old Cripple share price dropped from B$651.42 to B$390.85

Oh no! Whatever shall I do? I'm appalled! I'm distraught! I'm crestfallen! My world is crumbling! I don't have a fucking clue as to what that even means.

Hey. Let's see what they have to say about my buddy Pumpman, who calls Rat Turd Desert Dingleberry.

Gut Rumbles was the subject of much speculation when analysts at several firms were heard to be very positive about it's recent performance. It's share price rose from B$3,024.43 to B$4,566.89. Much of the hype was said to originate from Will whose Stud (artefact) was said to be involved.

So, Pumpman is doing OK.

What about Rat Turd? He isn't even listed so I guess we know what that makes his blog worth. But wait! There's more. According to this I'm the number 4 blog in the Atlanta Industry and there are 5000 shares available. Buy! Buy! Buy!

Anyway, in the real world, the Dow is still above 11,000. That means that since the start of the year I've gotten even richer and as we all know, I'm already a SRF©. How's your portfolio doing Rat Turd? (I'm getting more and more convinced that Rex is Rat Turd and he is still obsessed with my sex life.) I took some profits at the end of last year and moved them over into income producing securities. That's goodness since Michael just e-mailed me that my first six bottles of my 2003 Bordeaux just came in. Five-and-a-half cases to go. Pierce and I were discussing this Saturday night. His father does the same thing that I do. Buy the wines young and cheap, lay them down, and drink them old and expensive. It pisses my sister off since my wine cellar is in the room she sleeps in when she visits and she says it makes a lot of noise. I told her I'm thinking of getting another one since the one I have has reached its 250 bottle capacity.

Cindy came by this afternoon and we took my cat Ashley to the vet. My sister will be happy to learn that I was wearing the flannel shirt she gave me for Christmas and Cindy asked if it were new. It wasn't really cool enough for a flannel shirt, but one is advised to wear long sleeves when trying to put Ashley in a cage for the trip to the vet. Ashley is declawed, but she has learned how to compensate with her back claws and Cindy has the scars on her arm to prove it. Got her shots and her ears were OK.

Went down to Shepherd to work out and saw Theresa the Rec Therapist who goes on the ski trips with us. She remarked on how good I looked. What a sweetie! Plus, she's a babe! If I could only get off another 10 pounds, my sixpack abs would show. One of the Physical Therapists told me I could probably move off the easy step machine and on to the elliptical with one of them spotting me. Even Cindy noted that my legs are getting stronger. Last time I ate dinner at their house it only took me one try to get up out of the chair after the three of us drank three bottles of wine and we each had a glass of Cognac. A few months back it took me twenty tries to get up at the end of the night.

I'm so sorry my BlogShares are down. I might have to start drinking Ripple like Rat Turd. I hope I can afford my trip to Texas next weekend. Fortunately, I've already paid for my ski trip to Snowmass in February. I've also paid for my dive trip to Cayman Brac in February. Gosh. I hope I can afford to go to Austin in April. If I had to depend on BlogShares I'd be really screwed!

Posted by denny at January 11, 2006 09:48 PM  
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Heh. I don't even think I'm listed, either... but I'm betting... oh never mind. I visited RT and was, well, er, um, uninterested.

As I'm sure he'd be with my place.

My porfolio in Real Life® is doing nicely of late... but I admit it, Denny, I have portfolio envy. Sad, sad, but true!

Posted by: John of Argghhh! on January 11, 2006 11:40 PM

Den,

Trust me. Work your quads.

Bill

Posted by: bill on January 12, 2006 12:01 AM

Bill - I do. My right quads are almost normal. I can do 3 reps of 10 at 45 pounds on the quad machine. My left quads are not so good, but my left hip flexors are better than my right. If not for my quads I could not walk.

Posted by: Denny on January 12, 2006 12:13 AM

Den

I am out 2 1/2 years. Sound like we are similar although I don't know your level etc. Man it's a bitch when you are over 50 but rich parafolk like ourselves gotta hang tough. Shot a goose the other day without the gun knocking me on my ass. 2 years ago I thought those days were over.

Bill

Posted by: bill on January 12, 2006 01:19 AM

Denny, I like hearing about your cats. My two girls (Kopprasch and Wolfgang) are sweet and gentle about going to the vet, but the boy, Henri, is horrible. Once he gets to the office, the vet-techs have to put him in a nylon bag with zippered openings all over it because they can't hold him down. They open a zipper to check each part of his body, and they often give up trying to listen to his heart and lungs because he yowls (actually, it sounds like a scream) so loudly. When it comes time for shots, the techs wear huge, thick mittens that go up to the elbows. He drew blood from a vet's face once. (My brother's dog, half Rottweiler and half German Shephard, is terrified of Henri.) I guess Henri is the only "Frenchman" that isn't a coward!

At home, he won't leave visitors alone and is actually the friendliest cat I've ever seen.

Posted by: AnnaD on January 12, 2006 09:24 AM

Bill - T12/L1 incomplete. Can walk with AFO's and crutches. Got a bad skin sore on my right instep back in 1999 which put me back in a whelchair for four months. Lost a lot of muscle. Didn't have the time or energy to work out after working all day. Started working out three times a week last year and I'm finally seeing the results.

Posted by: Denny on January 12, 2006 10:46 AM
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