For some strange reason, I get all the "offer" emails that NewsMax sends out. [I suspect at some point I signed up for one of their somewhat interesting financial newsletters -- from the "Gold bug" subsidiary].
They're having a big clearance on various items; it's an end of year thing.
The most startling thing I saw, however, was the "George W. Bush Mug" -- a list price of $14.95...and a clearance price of....wait for it... $.99!!!
Hmmm. Tells ya something...
Friday, December 28, 2007
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Odd Synchronicity
I've always been fascinated by combinations of events that are totally unrelated, yet share a bit of a common theme. Today I had just such an experience.
Around noon time, I was sitting in my living room with CSPAN-2 on the television and my nearly ten month old doing his Robo-baby act on the floor. Two unrelated events, right? Nope.
The CSPAN-2 piece (it's Saturday, so it's BookTV) was a rather predictable Cato author with the rather predictable complaint about dastardly federal regulation of business. As is usually the case these days, the regulation that was drawing the ire of the author and his syncophants was Sarbanes-Oxley.
While all this was going on, Robo-baby was busy trying to stuff a little board book into the microwave of the little toy kitchen in the corner of the room -- with limited success. Finally, with virtually no fanfare, he gave up and moved on to the next little bit of discovery.
So there you have it: A baby boy trying to cook the books, failing and moving on and an august group of principled businessmen complaining that regulations were not allowing them to do the same thing.
Gotta wonder...
Around noon time, I was sitting in my living room with CSPAN-2 on the television and my nearly ten month old doing his Robo-baby act on the floor. Two unrelated events, right? Nope.
The CSPAN-2 piece (it's Saturday, so it's BookTV) was a rather predictable Cato author with the rather predictable complaint about dastardly federal regulation of business. As is usually the case these days, the regulation that was drawing the ire of the author and his syncophants was Sarbanes-Oxley.
While all this was going on, Robo-baby was busy trying to stuff a little board book into the microwave of the little toy kitchen in the corner of the room -- with limited success. Finally, with virtually no fanfare, he gave up and moved on to the next little bit of discovery.
So there you have it: A baby boy trying to cook the books, failing and moving on and an august group of principled businessmen complaining that regulations were not allowing them to do the same thing.
Gotta wonder...
Friday, August 12, 2005
The big guy!
This is the big guy. A remarkable, thoughtful kid.To give you an example, the other day, while we were eating dinner he asked, "How far away is Saturn?"
I said, "Oh, I don't remember exactly, but I think it's about seven hundred million miles." (Actually, it's closer to nine hundred million, but I digress.)
His reply?
"That has eight zeroes!"
Sometimes, you just have to sit back and smile. And not get too teary.
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