Are You a SuperVICEman? Quiz from Clodcast #10

October 11th, 2008

Clodcast 10 Here! And if you want to take the quiz that’s included in that clodcast…well, here it is!

ARE YOU A SUPERVICEMAN?

Do the words poker, alcohol, casual-sex and cigar turn you into a twitching ball of anticipation? Indeed, do they turn you into SUPERVICEMAN?

Not able to leap tall buildings, but able to hear a deck of cards being shuffled up to a mile away? Not faster than a speeding bullet, but drunk enough to try to catch it with your teeth? Not more powerful than a locomotive, but your breath is?

If these things are true, you could be well on your way to becoming a total waste of your parents well-intentioned molecules.

To find out, please answer the following questions. For those of you who among a myriad of other vices; are also congenital liars, skip this test. Just get a copy of the Congressional Record and study the works of your peers.

1. The last time you saw the sunrise was because:

A. You fell out of bed?

B. Your friends wife made you put the cards away and leave?

C. You still couldn’t remember where you left your car?

2. Do you smoke:

A. Like a train?

B. Like a 1972 Chevy Vega?

C. Like a spiral-bound copy of Roe vs. Wade being burned at a Moral Majority convention?

3. Which of the following best describes your alcohol consumption habits:

A. An undertow?

B. A whirlpool?

C. Niagara Falls?

D. The SUV Division of General Motors?

4. Do you date:

A. Only one person?

B. More than one person?

C. Have to oil the zippers on your clothes once a week?

5. How much money do you spend each week on smoking, drinking, sex and gambling:

A. All you have?

B. All you have and all you can borrow?

C. You have a company expense account and have no idea?

6. Do the gals at the local Strip Joint call you:

A. By your first name?

B. Call you by a cute nickname like ‘Minuteman’ or ‘Gravytrain’?

C. Call you on payday?

7. Does your collection of nudie magazines:

A. Fit between your mattress and springs?

B. Fit along the bottom of your underwear drawer?

C. Fit in the storage garage you rent for this purpose?

8. Were you advised to stay out of Las vegas by:

A. Your Doctor?

B. Your accountant?

C. Your wife’s lawyer?

D. All of the above, including a wide man with no neck?

9. If given the opportunity, which of the following would you choose:

A. An all expense-paid trip to see the Architectural Wonders of the world?

B. A chance to meet and hang-out with ten of your favorite artists and authors?

C. A chance to draw two cards to an open straight-flush, while watching a Tampa Bay Bucs football game?

10. What do you expect to have five years from now:

A. A band of performing ulcers?

B. A new liver?

C. A Pacemaker?

D. Your own 6’ x 8’ plot of land?

QUIZ ANSWERS

For each ‘A’ answer, score one point.

For each ‘B’ answer, score two points.

For each ‘C’ answer, score three points.

For each ‘D’ answer, score four points.

NOW TOTAL YOUR POINTS AND CHECK THE FOLLOWING SCALE

If you scored nine points or under, you cheated. The lowest possible score is ten, and you should be reading the Congressional Record.

If you scored between ten and seventeen points, you should seek professional help. Walton Mountain probably appears on your Family Coat-of-Arms.

If you scored between eighteen and twenty-five points, you are a well-adjusted, normally vice-ridden organism. Keep trying.

With twenty-six points or more; you are my kind of worthless, self-indulgent, sub-human being. The kind of person who helped make this country what it is today. I hope you win the lottery so you can build that Nudie Bar you’ve always dreamed of. Oh and if you are ever around my way, look me up.

(About the Author)

Dr. Crites is a graduate of the United States Technical Institute of Trial and Error. His Doctoral Thesis: ‘The Profound Positive Effects of High School Home Economics Class On teenage Boys Whose Voices Were Beginning To Change’ drew varied comments from researchers on Social Pathology. His latest book, ‘Your Place Or Mine? Well If You Want To Argue About It Just Forget It’ will be released soon.

100,000 FRAGGIN’ Downloads!

October 10th, 2008

Yep, that’s right. Sometime this week we passed a 100,000 downloads of my author-read nonsense. I’ve had over 100 paid downloads of Dunkin II! Sold my rip-off dvd to the feebleminded in five countries. (ALERT!!! If yer buying a DVD and ya ain’t in the US, uh…er… a certain Hack who should stick to writing may have uh… accidentally disabled the freakin’ multi-country currency evaluator. Errr… this has caused some folks from Spain, Great Britain and Japan, a certain ‘overcharge’ due to the unequal exchange rate. Until I figure out exactly where I went wrong, please donate the proper exchange rate in yer currency to avoid getting ripped off worse than I am already ripping you off by selling the boondoggle DVD in the first place) Ain’t that refreshing! I’m screwing you, and by golly, I’m actually admitting it. Don’t you wish them lily-livered, pencil-necked, chickenshit, inflated-ego, low-life, turdball politicians did the same. Sure, I’m stutterin’ and stammerin’, but I eventually get around to admitting I’m a F%^&up!

I’m writing the Clodcast 10 right now. I’ll try and get it recorded tomorrow and uploaded. I have upgraded my storage capacity to the next cheapest level, so we should be OK no matter how long winded I am!

Just five months ago, MAY 1st, 2008, I put my POS Samson microphone to work and on May 2nd, the first episodes of Devlin, Abnormal investigations went live on Podiobooks.com. The audio sucked (and I’m bein’ charitable, cuz it still sucks!) But somehow, the story overcame my complete incompetence. I’m better now, and I write like a fookin’ Tazmanian Devil on Crack… so there’s more comin’. Har!

You fans have done right by me, and I’ll be working to keep you smiling. I have an email file that bulges with great personal messages about the good time you’ve had. (I read ‘em frequently, and become massively tumescent…HAR! Adverbs…I ain’t supposed to use ‘em, but I do.) Honestly, it is great to know my crap lightens yer day, brings a smile to yer face, makes life in the moshpit a little more enjoyable.

No, You can’t Have It’ is darn close to completion.  Devlin II, well, I’m just waiting. Pissing off the fans. Making ya grind yer teeth. Like a coke dealer during a dry spell.

Oh, and if I offended you, sat-google 254 Nelson Rd., Lawrenceburg, TN, pay me a visit. I’ll fix ya up.

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Clodcast Late This Week

October 8th, 2008

Hi, this is Kat Nove, Greg asked me to post his explanation of why the clodcast is late. He claims to have lost his password (probably drunk) Anyway, here it is, and my comments (truthful) are in parenthesis. By the way, my portion of the segment was emailed to the Hack on Tuesday—one day before deadline.

Due to storage limitations on the feed account (he’s a cheap bastard who signed up for the chickenshit 100meg program) the Literary Lugwrench Clodcast episode 10, which is in final stages of production (He’s lying. The bastard’s drunk and hasn’t written anything beyond the intro where he lies about his accomplishments and rugged good looks) will not be posted until the hosting account rolls over…on, uh, Friday. (If the violent, psycho, dingbat’s not in jail from Thursday Night Karaoke) Rest assured I am making plans to upgrade the account (He’s already forgotten about writing this. You’ll see the same excuse in the future. I’m giving two to one odds) and we should not have this storage problem creep up again. Be confident I am working diligently to create quality content (five minutes before it’s due) and continue to slavishly write several thousand words a day (several thousand typos). Thank you for your patience.

The hack

Oh and here’s a funny Halloween picture someone emailed me. WHEN PUMPKINS DRINK TOO MUCH

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Clodcast #9 is Live!

October 3rd, 2008

Hey, finally. I was over-quota on my podcast host, so I had to do some…uh…technical stuff. (he’s lying) Anyway, Kat Nove, horror books, BS, and the usual. Click the logo to get to the instant listener thingie…maybe…if I did it right.

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What Caused The Bailout, And How You Get Screwed…Again

October 1st, 2008

Thirty years ago, a certain house sold for 20-grand. Today that same house sells for 300,000. This is voodoo valuation, and I shall outline, chronologically, how it works.

Let’s say in your neighborhood there are 100 houses, remarkably similar to each other. You all buy those houses for the prevailing rate at the time, let’s say, for fifty-grand.  Now, three years later, four of you put your house up for sale. Who do you call? The real estate broker. They come out, scratch their ass, take a picture, do some of their calculator fueled math, and tell you to list for $100,000.  Why? Well, the more money, the more commission, and don’t they deserve 15% for taking a picture? And in order to get you some scratch and pay their commission, well, it’s gotta go for $100,000. Now, the halfwit, crooked mortgage broker pays out some kickback to the loan officer, who amazingly, for no discernible reason backed by any sound economic formula, loans that $100,000 to some clueless buyer.

Guess what. Now all 100 houses are worth $100,000. Ain’t voodoo grand!

Now, the tax assessor gets off their lard ass and starts slobbering, rubbing their nether regions because they can raise your real estate tax assessment. And once that $100,000. gets on the tax books, well—that freaking house is worth $100,000.

So, essentially, a trifecta of clueless buyers, worthless realtors, and greedy money brokers can inflate the home values in a neighborhood almost effortlessly. And everyone wins!!!

Well, not everyone. The buyer got cornholed. ‘But’, you say, ‘that’s free market at work’. To which I reply, ‘No, you’re laboring under a misapprehension’. The buyer may need a house because they work there, or they were raised there, or their elderly parents live there, or they just love the place. So they don’t really have a choice. They call the real estate broker, and guess what? The price went up again. And guess what, all 100 of those houses are going to sell for the same amount—or higher, because they all use a broker, and the brokers all cross-pollinate information. And no home owner is going to sell their house for less than what the neighbor got.

So it’s not free market setting the price of a home, it’s a combination of a realtor’s optimistic grab at ever greater commissions, the mortgage broker’s greed and willingness to bribe lending institutions, and the tax assessor’s immediate stamp of legitimacy via the real estate tax rolls. So if you want to live there, if you need to live there, you ain’t getting a deal because the fix is in.

And no, it’s not ‘supply and demand’ either. Because, just as the houses are now selling for some ridiculous price, the new houses will sell for that much too. What it costs to build one makes no difference. Drive through your town, find the biggest house. The gaudiest spread, and flip a coin, heads a builder lives there, tails, a builder lives there.

The cost of a new home has zero to do with what it actually costs to build the home. I know, I have built some. Builders as a group, are some of the sorriest, greedy scumbags in existence. Most have never struck a nail. Couldn’t build a shelf if you stood over them with a loaded nail gun. I apologize if you are one of the small percentage of decent builders, and if you aren’t, come see me and I’ll show how I drive roofing nails with my hand.

Anyway, let’s move forward to the roaring 2000’s. Now the mortgage brokers have not only increased their greed, but they’ve multiplied, by the thousands, and they’ve become predatory.

What word better describes the new trend of lending more than 100% of the homes already inflated value. That’s predatory. The buyer is in the hole right out of the gate. In fact, that practice is so astoundingly crooked, I can’t spend any more time on it, or I’ll go out and kick the shit out of somebody wearing a suit.

So now, today, we have those same 100 homes mentioned earlier, selling for 400,000…for no logical reason at all. Of course it’s good to see your home increase in value, but not increase beyond any sensible formula. I mean, that could cause a collapse and ultimate devastating devaluation.

Clinton, presiding over the greatest economic boom since, I don’t know, the invention of the car, the computer boom, fell under the ‘I’d like to buy the world a Coke’ spell and forced Fannie and Freddie to lend, well, pretty much anybody money for a home mortgage. Hell, the values are rising every hour, can’t lose! If you have to repo, heck, you can sell it for more!!!

Well, it turns out you can lose. When you systematically drain all the manufacturing jobs out of the country, import everything, create only low-wage jobs in the service and retail sector, allow massive inflow of desperate immigrants, drive wages down in the trades sector, and begin to implement the outsourcing of every other job, suddenly the peeps with the inflated mortgages can’t make the payments—because they don’t have a job.

But don’t let that stop ya, keep selling. In fact, sell faster.

Until today, where they call all these loans ‘toxic’. It’s a crisis. What a load of crap.

This entire escapade has been a formula on how to destabilize and destroy an entire class of people through shortsighted greed.

Here’s an excerpt from an article in the September 30, 1999 New York Times business section, a worthless, socialist fishwrapper, but a broken clock is right twice a day.
Fannie Mae Eases Credit To Aid Mortgage Lending
By STEVEN A. HOLMES
Published: September 30, 1999

Fannie Mae, the nation’s biggest underwriter of home mortgages, has been under increasing pressure from the Clinton Administration to expand mortgage loans among low and moderate income people and felt pressure from stock holders to maintain its phenomenal growth in profits.
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In addition, banks, thrift institutions, and mortgage companies have been pressing Fannie Mae to help them make more loans to so-called subprime borrowers. These borrowers whose incomes, credit ratings, and savings are not good enough to qualify for conventional loans, can only get loans from finance companies that charge much higher interest rates — anywhere from three to four percentage points higher than conventional loans.
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In moving, even tentatively, into this new area of lending, Fannie Mae is taking on significantly more risk, which may not pose any difficulties during flush economic times. But the government-subsidized corporation may run into trouble in an economic downturn, prompting a government rescue similar to that of the savings and loan industry in the 1980’s.

”From the perspective of many people, including me, this is another thrift industry growing up around us,” said Peter Wallison a resident fellow at the American Enterprise Institute. ”If they fail, the government will have to step up and bail them out the way it stepped up and bailed out the thrift industry.”

THAT’S FROM 1999 ISSSUE OF THE NEW YORK TIMES! You see, they knew this would happen. Now it’s a crisis?

The banks didn’t help themselves either. Especially the huge ones. They just went on a buying spree. How frequently did your bank change its name in the last ten years? Mine did three times. Grow, grow, grow. The big banks gobbled up every little bank they could find. And now they’re screwed. And we’re supposed to help them?

Do you know how a bank works? Here, let me try a simple explanation. I have one dollar in my pocket. You ask to borrow it and promise to pay me three dollars. I give you the dollar, and I write this down in black ink. I’m now worth three dollars. Someone else comes in and asks for a line of credit for three dollars and promises to pay back nine dollars. Sure, I say. Now I’m worth nine dollars! Next it’s a promise to pay back 27 dollars in exchange for the nine dollars credit. I’m in tall cotton, and I ain’t got a nickle in my pocket.

That’s how a bank works. And a big bank, well, they do it bigger. Billions bigger.

Now, let’s say you have a bunch of addle pated Mr. Magoos running the government, people who’ve been in their power positions so long that their lips are permanently puckered into a government teat suckling pose, and the only thing they worried about was continued contact with that teat. So they follow a leader who is, well, the opposite of intellectual. Someone who struggles delivering a cogent sentence. And that person decides that the dollar should be the de facto currency of the entire world, and hegemony is just a few skirmishes away, and suddenly—the other countries revolt. “We ain’t investing in your crap no more. We got our own money, and we think it’s just as good as yours.”

Now if you’re a bank, you’ve got a crisis. You’ve loaned out way more than you can ever collect. Because, you loaned it at greater than the value of the assets tethered to it.

Nice work, fellows. Enjoy your millions.

You want some investment advice. Look at a company as though it is a pyramid. On the bottom, you have a solid foundation of workers, producing, carrying easily the tapering channel of less productive ‘management’. That company has legs.

But, when the pyramid inverts, when the top is bloated with executives, and managers, and grand poohbahs who produce nothing. When the foundation is a tiny fraction struggling beneath the weight of nonproductive upper echelons—that company’s about to fall.

How do we fix it? We bar lawyers and the wealthy from holding public office.

Lawyers are trained to look for a loophole by which they can screw you. It’s their nature. Nothing is ever simple when a lawyer is involved.

Wealthy are hooked on the game. Get more, get more, get more. It’s a disease, like alcoholism.

There is nothing wrong with getting rich. Getting 20 million for sitting on your aerobicized ass. But really, treat it like what it really is. Like you were sitting on a bench, and someone walked by, dropped a hundred dollar bill on the ground at your feet, you snagged it quickly, stuck it in your pocket and curled inward waiting to see whether anyone noticed. Go into a corner and enjoy your money. But, SHUT THE FUCK UP! No one wants to hear about it. The natural affinity for amassing wealth from the efforts of others is not a prima facie evidence of superior leadership abilities, superior intelligence, or superior logic.

Critical Situation: Rum Supply Dangerously Depleted

September 29th, 2008

If I don’t answer mail with usual languor, I’m not ignoring you, just out of town on construction gig. I stay in cheapest roach-infested, curry cabana, third world hostel I can find—web service highly unlikely. Back Thursday. Need rum!

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Beware the Cyberwocky

September 28th, 2008

 

by greg crites—The Hack Note: from Through The Phosphor-Dot Glass
with apologies to Lewis Carroll

Twas analog and unix codes
Did daemon crash and reboot not
All cmos, bios, toolbox, diodes
servers, c-drives still, a quiet slot

Beware the cyberwock my son
The loop that ends, the code that hangs
Beware the broken link, and shun
The mosaic java applet!

He took his mbone faq in hand:
Long time the network foe he sought
So rested he by the delete key
And stood awhile in thought

And as in RAMish thought he stood
The Cyberwock, with eyes of flame
came through PEM port as not it should
And dingdonged as it came!

One, two!  One, two!  And through and through
The mbone faq went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, its faq he read
He went querying back.

And hast thou slain the Cyberwock?
Come to my arms, my nerdish boy!
O SQL day!   T1 Relay!
He chortled in his joy.

Twas analog and unix codes
Did daemon crash and reboot not
All cmos, bios, toolbox, diodes
servers, c-drives still, a quiet slot

Long Distance Call For Leadership

September 28th, 2008

I must of chewed some tainted government cheese and it plugged up my novel writing valve, here’s an attempt at a jumpstart. Or maybe I’m just bored again.

Give me a ballot to write on,
give me someone to choose.
Not the usual gang of idiots,
who can barely tie their shoes

Give me someone who cares,
one who thinks before they act.
No rubber-stamping imbecile,
making good on a fraternity pact.

Someone who’s actually read
our well-planned Constitution.
No more immoral dipsticks,
who seek its dissolution.

Someone who is intelligent,
doesn’t want to rule the earth.
Not another functional cretin,
inspiration for late-nite mirth.

I know it’s a lot to ask for
a freakin’ tall order indeed
So if you’re listening ET,
beam one down at warp speed.

Clodcast 8 is Live!

September 25th, 2008

litlug8.jpgHo. It’s Clodcast number 8. Where I talk (off the cuff) No script, about self publishing. I also must admit that when I am too lazy to write a script, I tend to cuss more. It’s just natural exuberance. If rampant cursing annoys you, pass this one up. It’s why I tag all these as explicit. Heh! Kat Nove talks sports etiquette. I do a little thing called How to Lose Money In the Stock market. Not much going on. Oh, and I didn’t sing.

Oh, and here is the stock market story as it is meant to be read.

HOW TO LOSE MONEY BUYING STOCKS

As a public service we present another helpful article by Dr. Crites; an acknowledged expert on unsuccessful investment strategies. This is the first article in a series.

THE PHONE SOLICITATION

Rinngg…Rinngg…
“Hello?”
“Hello Mr. and Mrs. So and So, This is T. H. Eef a broker with the well-known stock brokerage firm; BIHISELLOW, LUCITALL & QUICK. We have a hot issue I’d like to get you in on … Blah … Blah … Blah…”

How many of you have received a call similiar to that? In light of the current rampant abuse of the telephone; my guess would be all of us. Let’s take this opportunity to explain exactly what terms are used to sucker you into buying those ‘Hot Issues”. In order to isolate and make clear the points at which you are about to be gypped; I’ll start with the initial phone call and number those key words brokers use. These are words designed by experts to make you feel secure enough to part with your hard-earned cash. When you get to a key word, go to the glossary of terms and read the ‘real meaning’ of the word or phrase.

“This is a real [1] HOT ISSUE which we [2] EXPECT to [3] SELL OUT within two weeks of the day it opens. You can get [4] YOUR FEET WET with a minimum of three-thousand dollars. The stock will [5] OPEN at seventeen cents per share; and we [2] EXPECT a [6] GROWTH of sixty to eighty percent within six-months. The company has signed a [7] TWO-HUNDRED-MILLION-DOLLAR CONTRACT with IBM. The management of this new company, Bozonics technology, has a solid [8] TRACK RECORD in previous business ventures. Honestly, I don’t see anywhere this issue can do except [9] GO UP. Their [10] NEW PATENTED PRODUCT, Digital Toilet Paper Dispensers, is sure to become a requirement in airport pay toilets across the country.

GLOSSARY OF TERMINOLOGY

1. HOT ISSUE: Refers to any newly-formed company, whose stocks will never sell to an experienced investor.

2. EXPECT: Brokers do more ‘Expecting’ than pregnant women.

3. SELL OUT: This is what you’ll wish you could do as you watch its share value plummet to worthlessness faster than your daily newspaper an hour after you pick it up.

4. YOUR FEET WET: They will be, after you lose everything and can’t afford shoes.

5. OPEN: This is an arbitrary value placed on each stock by the ‘stock fairy’ and has absolutely nothing to do with what it’s really worth.

6. GROWTH: This refers to what the new companies debt will do: grow.

7. TWO-HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR CONTRACT WITH IBM: No matter what companies stock the broker is pushing; they all have some nebulous, multi-million dollar contract with a large corporation everyone has heard of.

8. SOLID TRACK RECORD: The management has always done a stellar job of raising money; and has promptly lost it, leaving the investor holding the empty bag.

9. GO UP: This is what your shares will do if you put a match or BIC lighter to them.

10. NEW PRODUCT: Usually untested, unnecessary and unsaleable.

What’s the bottom line? Unless you can afford to lose every tin nickle you invest, run from these licensed con men. Save your money and when your neighbor loses a pile in the market, you can buy his lawn tools for ten-cents on the dollar. Playing the market is like playing poker, you’re going to win a few; then you’re going to take it up the sphincter.

When the computer first became affordable, a lot of money was made in the stock market. It was a revolution akin to the Bronze Age and the TV Dinner Age; if you couldn’t make money during the computer revolution, you were an imbecile. Now the big boys have moved in, the internet fairy dust has settled, and; pardon my French, ‘you ain’t makin’ jack’.

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Banker’s Version of Yellow Submarine

September 23rd, 2008

This sung to the tune of Yellow Submarine, with apologies to (Lennon/McCartney).



In an office in the sky
Lived the men who owned it all
And they told us many lies
From the office in the sky

So we swallowed the bullshit
as a lie it, was a beaut
And we took it in the ass
With no golden parachute

We don’t have any golden parachute,
golden parachute, golden parachute
They all have a big golden parachute
golden parachute, golden parachute

And the chiefs are all on board
Heading south for someplace warm
And the band begins to play

We all have a big golden parachute
golden parachute, golden parachute
We all have a big golden parachute
golden parachute, golden parachute

[Full speed ahead, Mr. Scrooge, full speed ahead!
Full speed over here, sir!
Action station! Action station!
Aye, aye, sir, fire!
Heaven! Heaven!]

As we live a life of ease (A life of ease)
Everyone of us (Everyone of us) has all we need (Has all we need)
Lots of green (Lots of green) and women cute (women cute)
And our golden (And our golden) parachute (Parachute, ha, ha)

We all have a big golden parachute
golden parachute, golden parachute
We all have a big golden parachute
golden parachute, golden parachute