Saturday Vids: Lovers in Japan, Poker Face, Pjanoo

Coldplay has a real catchy dittie: Lovers in Japan. The last minute is a climatic piece of art. (Live At The BBC 6/18/08)


By now, if you haven't heard Just Dance, then Poker Face will be no big whoop to you. Come out from under the rock you live under and live a little. (Link)

Eric Prydz Pjanoo is purely instrumental fun. Just a simple piano sequence repeated over and over, but gets the blood moving if you are inclined to such flights of dance fantasy. Indians dancing is pretty cool too.



Eric Prydz vs. Pink Floyd. Prydz wins because we do need PROPER EDUCATION!!! (You can't have any pudding!!!) (Check out the moves of these kids!!! I get hurt watching them.)


Enjoy your Saturday!!!

The Madoff Bunch: Here’s the Story

These three entities (since AIG isn’t a person, except legally) deserve each other.

One is obsessed with motherhood - willing to do the strangest things to be pregnant - and yet, can’t take care of a Yorkie.

Then there is Bernie. Bernard Madoff swindles billions away from a host of snobby elites (and yes, they were elite, else, Bernie wouldn’t know you or I) and has zero conscience about it. Imagine that. Even wants out of jail so he can save his wife’s assets and likely, do himself before he goes to the big house.

Bernie’s Victims:

$1.8 Billion : J. EZRA MERKIN: The chairman of former General Motors Corp.
financing arm GMAC is a money manager at Ascot Partners LLC in New York, which
is in charge of investing funds from Yeshiva University and numerous Jewish
organizations. One his most vocal investors is Mort Zuckerman’s foundation which is out $30 million.
$300 Million : Fred Wilpon, co-owner of the New York Mets
Unknown loss: KEVIN BACON and KYRA SEDGWICK
$280,000: PEDRO ALMODÓVAR: The Spanish filmmaker, known for productions like “All About My Mother“ and for launching the US career of Penelope Cruz.
Millions: JEFFREY KATZENBERG: The DreamWorks Animation CEO
Roughly $230 Million : ARPAD BUSSON/UMA THURMAN/ELLE MACPHERSON: Uma Thurman’s fiancé, Arpad Busson, manages a $12.5 billion hedge fund. Macpherson is his ex.
Millions: ERIC ROTH: The Golden Globe-nominated screenwriter of “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
$20 Million: NICOLA HORLICK: This British investing superstar.

None of this though is even close to 'the haircut', you, the American taxpayer will take in supporting AIG. $180 Billion up in smoke. $165 Million sent out in bonuses that, while, we may recoup them, what about the other $179.8 Billion??? (You might want to start trading CDS - Credit Default Swaps - to get back some money directly from the source.)

So, to wrap up this little trio of Faces of Crass Behavior, I compose this little ditty set to the Brady Bunch theme:

Here’s the story of the Octalady,
Who was bringing up shitloads of weird babies .
All of them had sperm donors, like their brothers
The youngest ones in foster care.

Here’s the story, of a man name Bernie,
Who was busy bilking thousands of his own.
They were Jews and Gentiles – screwed all together,
Yet they were not alone.

Till the one day when AIG met this maelstrom,
And they knew that it was much more than a hunch.
That this group would somehow form a syndicate.
That’s the way they all became the Madoff Bunch.
The Madoff Bunch, The Madoff Bunch.

That’s the way they became the Madoff Bunch…

Sorry that my rhyme scheme is off.

But then again, these schemers and parasites usage of a rhythm method is about as likely to succeed as I am in getting the CEO job at JPMorganChase, dating the latest it girl, and trying out and playing for Fred Wilpon’s Mets this year.

I’m very tired of being the ball vs. the louisville slugger in the game of the United States of America’s economy/casino run by MBAs that are down with OPM - Other Peoples’ Money - and don’t give reach arounds with their screw jobs.

I have no hope at this moment that our country is going to do better if we don’t send a very strong message to these jokers of economic jihad that we Americans are fed up with the crying game after the c-sucker job of economic destruction.

ENOUGH!!!

I'm Back!!!: Resistance was futile and March Madness Set In

I do like to blog. Yes, I get tired of writing the same old stuff that others do. Picking out f-ed up situations, and trying to find some silver lining, or otherwise, putting my spin on the mess as if 1,000,000 others are not doing the same.

It's hard to be original. Some will likely tell you, "I've heard that before, somewhere else." Or, "you have to have readership too."

I really don't know what works best - I just write anything for no one.

I went back to researching for the baseball book, and I changed the title to keep with the time frame I'll be covering. I've written a few blogs at my other sites: Bringin' Gas and Anything Written. The last one is about March Madness and a friendship.

Excerpt:

I used to be a total addict at tourney time. When younger, and free of
things like work and with a desire to spend money I really didn’t have, watching
basketball at a watering hole was just natural. Spending Thursday-Sunday that
1st week meant I could sluff off and kill time with friends.

My then best friend was a Minneapolis native, and we killed a few
March Madnesses off at the Mall of America. Patriotic to celebrate sport inside this
lasting monument to American consumerism. We’d go to the top floor where all the bars were, eat plenty of greasy food, drinking all of the world’s favorite
pints.

The games always seemed exciting. We’d have our brackets worked
out five different ways, with $10,$20 or $50 in the mix for a bet. The buzz
after a game-ending miracle shot, or a David smacking around a Goliath for 39
minutes, only to fall short, was a pleasure to be apart of.

The last picture is just a gratuitous shot of cheerleaders that will be cheering their bobby socks off for 6'1"-7'1" muscular athletes trying to put an orange ball through a hole. They (the athletes) will wind up with one or two of these females as conquests after the fray of battle that is March Madness. And usually will forget about these happy lassies before the sheets dry. Yet, we give athletes such credit for their work, and sometimes forget, they can be every bit the morons we dislike on Wall Street. (Yet, I too wish I'd been one of these morons for a year...)

Though I am back to blogging, here, I will not devote too much time to posting. Likely a post or two every couple of weeks at most. Depends on my ambition.

Like friendships, athletic endeavors and women, I never really know the outcomes of my efforts. The conquests are few and far between. And my ambitions are usually scattered.