Archive for October, 2008

I’m sorry my blog makes people sick, but in this way it kind of mirrors my life. I do that to people. I really hate the stigma of a virus, though. It’s the scarlet A of our day, I’m branded. SUPERGURL GIVES CREATURE COOTIES THAT WILL KILL YOUR WILL TO LIVE in cyberspace. Or something like that.

Rest assured, the experts are up all hours of the night toiling towards an answer. Wait. Strike that. The experts are actually all getting ready for a pilgrimage to the homeland this weekend. These gatherings around the family tree are known to turn into a drunken house afire with no notice at all. So, there’s actually a relatively fair chance that the ole blog will continue to mess with folks through the weekend. Possibly, even worsening once they conspire around the campfire. I am sorry, really, I am.

Yes, I’ve heard you. And I had every intention of putting up a post for the record books. A real wow piece. I did. But it turns out, everyone thinks I’m giving them the viral clap.

Which is ok. Afterall, I was partially wanting to showcase my Future Artist Trading Cards. The Architect’s latest creations, an assignment from school. I’m struck by how LOL cat this one is. It says, “I hungry,” with a space shuttle in it’s mouth. Genius, isn’t it?

But back to the fungus among us: SuperGurl can’t protect you if you won’t protect yourself. 1) Convert and become snobbish about using only Firefox (it’s less headaches, folks) for browsing. 2) Keep your anti-virus software paid for and up to date. I don’t know much that sucks more than hard drive lossage for seriously bad headaches…so please, keep your stuff squared away at the very least.

And I guess I should state the obvious, as well. If you think I want to sneak away to my cozy always seventy degrees, always shady and inviting webberworld only to hear that I shut you down completely, you are out of your mind. No, my pretties. Have I taught you nothing? Tell me in the words I long to hear. Say it like you mean it. But most importantly, lie to me. Pretend you love it, that’s what I like.

I did want to amaze you with my latest exploits, but i’m at a loss for time. I must get on with the mundane. I’m off to San Antone to free my mower and then I’m going to bring her home and make her hum once again for me.

You are here, and so you are loved. Have a wonderfully free non-crashtacular Saturday.

linda-danvers.jpgThis brief, howsoever, elementary education is brought to you by the letter AAA, and the numba one. Staging a comeback, yo. Prosperity, and how…

But first, from the wrong side of the tracks, a little tough love explanation of a dirty beast known as margin. A margin is a loan on your investment equity. Take this simple illustration as an example…

If you had an account that was worth 100 thousand dollars in value, you could probably receive 50 thousand in a quick, no-questions-asked, margin loan on your investment at any time. So let’s say, just for jolly’s sake, that the market dessimates that 100k value, and after day one, it is down to 80k?

Well, in the case given, you would theoretically get a margin call (a bill) for 10 thousand dollars, and the money would be due in three days, no leniency for jack. Meaning, if there were no other money, you would have to sell 10 thousand more dollars of your now 80k total, reducing your allowed margin loan to 35k (half of 70k). So? Yes, you have to go sell 5k more. Uh huh. And if the market continues down?

Yeah? What do you think happens?

Well, it’s similar to what is happening now. Death spiral. Used to be, it was just margin trading. Today, it’s the speculators and the hedge funds. Same shit, different day, as far as I’m concerned. You see, there is no market to sell the trash, so most are having to sell very high quality companies just to keep afloat (obviously, a state of denial, considering). But, chicken little, it does not mean the end is near.

Hear this, friendlies. The enemy is a broke but dumb mo foe. Please, do not sound the horn of dumbassery from my camp. Prosperity now. Get up. Go to work. Continue on your individual quest. Quit the whiney shit. We are Americans. We are the roots of capitalism. We will not only overcome, we will surpass your loftiest expectations and wipe the floor with your dumbfounded drool. Freedom is the fuel, not other people’s money. It doesn’t take debt to be a dynamo, it takes courage.

Please, do not forget and don’t foolishly take for granted the sacrifice it took to earn your way. Ever.

Prosperity Now!