Nice to wake up to a good cup of piping hot coffee, little sunshine in the window, and the much anticipated storm did not materialize. Life is good. It has been a long week, I am hoping that this one on tap is better than the last. Putting a video here for you first off, you can click on it and Grandma will play you the blues … As you read the latest news.
This morning I am reading a post by a lady who has been Fresh Pressed five times, that in itself, amazes me. But wait, it gets better. Just below that in the comments section someone is asking her “how is it I get Fresh Pressed?” which is something akin to asking “How many grains of sand are there on the beaches of the world?” One poster was actually lamenting how difficult it was to post three times per week, I found that quite amusing. Here is the clear cut winner … One poster was going “to learn ONE NEW WORD a year.” Wow, knock yourself out there sister! It has to be true Maw, I read it on the Internet.
A great deal of interesting material in the news. This one here, I really liked it. A pair of Michigan robbers entered a record shop nervously waving revolvers. The first one shouted, “Nobody move!” When his partner moved, the startled first bandit shot him. This guy doesn’t even deserve a seat at Stoooopid Criminal School.
Anyone seen this new tattoo show on CMT where they have competitions with each other on certain designs (snake, devil, flower) and they go to the closest morgue and put their handiwork on a cadaver. Now I ask you, “how sick is that?” Your poor Uncle Ed who has been living under an overpass for the past five years dies when his alcohol diseased sick liver finally gets tired and stops. You go down to the morgue to pick him up and they hand him back to you looking like one of your Grandmother’s best hand-knitted quilts.
This is almost as disgusting as the game I play with myself when I fly to Asia. Leaving Seattle, Washington, you usually swing over a huge portion of the world that is covered with ice and snow (might all be gone now, I dunno?). I will look out the window of the aircraft and then back into the cabin and my mind will start to race … “Which one of these people am I going to eat first?” in order to survive. Gasoline continues to do a downward spiral, and yesterday my bride asked me if it would ever go under $2 again. I gave her the standard “when pigs fly” answer but that was not enough. So I calmly put it in technical terms for her. Honey, it’s true, oil prices have reached an all time low this year. But before consumers do something drastic, like purchase a hybrid—or as I call them, a mutant—consider the fixed costs that go into producing your typical $104 barrel of oil.
Right up front, $5 goes to new development of new oil resources. $10 goes to new technology research. $15 a barrel goes to making those commercials where oil companies try to convince you they’re not raping the environment and $25 goes toward blackening the oil. BP is your friend, Exxon is the company of choice, this fuel only contains ____ % of cane products grown in Brazil. Then my wife said to me … If I may, just very quickly, right there stop you, I was under the impression that oil comes out black.
That’s what Hollywood would have you believe, dear.
No, oil actually comes out of the ground looking like this (holding up a fruit jar with a honey looking substance inside). A pretty rainbow! And it burns clean. Cruding it up ain’t cheap. She then says “so that adds, I guess, $55 a barrel to the oil, what about the rest of the cost?” (We are on a roll now, she bought it) Well Honey, it fluctuates, depending on how chaotic the political situation is in places like North and South Dakota.
That’s why the Middle East loves our stagnant economy and all those empty roads that are now devoid of traffic, tourists, and commercial business. Without these modifiers, we often see our oil prices plummet. Gas will never go below the $2 benchmark set for it recently by my wife, I am sure of that. Unless of course, we all buy a gas sucking SUV from Government Motors and Middle Eastern revenue streams dry up and the terrorist are having to work second jobs at Bennigans … or … the Middle Eastern equivalent … Jhad-Applebee’s.
Parting is such sweet sorrow, but I have to run now, our three year old decided to tune my guitar for me over the weekend, and I have to work on that. One last thing: As the middle of the month rapidly approaches remember a couple of important dates. #1 Martin Luther King Day is on the 21st. Also, January is Stalker Awareness Month. So, leave a gift by your bedroom window for your special someone.