Dear Nobody:

Well, today I took the hotel shuttle to Kenworth, then had it follow me in my truck to Freightliner, then take me back here. Kenworth is pretty good, and got the ABS valve for about half what I'd expected. They replaced batteries (instead of my alternator again) to fix my electrical problem. As expensive as this long, long layoff has been, I feel better about everything now.

In all this time, I've only hit the bar once. I don't think it's just physical; that I get headaches the next day and stuff. I think it's more atmospheric. I don't like loud music or flashing lights. Don't like stratosphied crowds, either. And I'm not happy sitting by myself (in a bar). And then...like last night...I knew that I'd have to move the truck today, and can't seem to let go much when I've got unfinished business.

I did do some internet shopping, and have some recommendations for my legions of rabid fans, which I'm absolutely certain will not include anybody related to me, since they are rabidly determined to avoid me:

Ok. I went through a torturous obstacle course to get an affiliate deal with Puritan's Pride (nutritional supplements), but don't have a link yet. I'll come back and edit it in later...meanwhile of you order stuff from them I'll track you down and demand my three percent or whatever the hell it is, see?

Ok I got the email. They gave me this link to go look for text-links...ok here's yet still more free and valuable info which everybody but my family can get here: I'm talking about a link which says, probably, "Puritan's Pride" in the text, but has the actual html buried under it. An affiliate link is coded for the referrer (ie ME), so that I get a commision for any sales coming from people who click that link and end up buying stuff. I've decided to make this a semi-commercial site now, and will get deeper into it later...

Puritan's Pride Quality Vitamins GOT IT HAHA!

Ok here I'll try to use the link I copied from the email. I'll see if it translates to english as far as what you see, and then of it works. Here goes: OK dammit-I got the whole damn html rubic's cube, and clicking it refreshed the page--same as in the damn email.

Here's a useful digression: IF you're interesting and/or informative, and can establish a readership, and IF you're honest enough to only make recommendations you're sincere about, you can make some easy money on the internet by recommending stuff to people, in just this way.

..Ok I have two blogs now, but it now appears that I need a third one. This one will be about making money, and will have a specific niche (which is important onthe internet--you must specialize. My targets will be younger versions of ME, representing maybe 5% of the population...I'll save the details for that site...ok nevermind.)

Anyway here was a sneak preview. You have to deal with technical glitches. I mean, I copied and pasted the link to where I was supposed to get an intelligable (and functional) text-link, and got a generic commercial page with no log-in option, and about twelve dead links. Time to set up my commercial blog now--we now return you to your regularly scheduled blog:

Anyway, yeah, I've dealt with them before, and they've always been the best deal I could find on most nutritional supplements. They have almost everything you'd want, cheaper than you'll get anywhere else, including Wal-Mart.

If you check it out, you need to do the math!!! You see, their price per-bottle isn't that good--but just about everything is a buy one, get two free deal. They also try to make you think that you can save more by buying two and getting four free, but it aint so, and you're better off just getting three, so they stay fresh.

Further math only makes it better. Like, I got this carb-blocker stuff (mostly white bean extract). I get that stuff at Wal-Mart for six bucks/bottle, and paid about eighteen for three from Puritan's Pride, right? A wash? No, because the bottles have twice as many pills, and the milligrams and dosage are the same. I saved 100% over the Wal-Mart price, see?

Their shipping is $3.98 regardless of the order size, too!

I don't know why I ever got away from this company. Probably because they don't have certain stuff like Hyleoronic acid, ir HGH, and I went elsewhere to get that stuff.

I forgot to see whether or not they have any smart pills, but will check on that. Meanwhile, at the local pharmacy I found "Focus Formula" from Windmill (labs or something). 20 bucks for a month's supply, and it's quite similar to Focus Factor, which wants you to mortgage your house to pay for it.

I got prostate stuff, a nose hair trimmer for six bucks (a GOOD one), a magnifying sheet like a big magnifying glass for three bucks, the carb-blocker, and argenine/ornithane (helps you metabolize lard and collect muscle)...and some other junk, maybe.

Ok well it's after 5:00 so I'm going to margaritaville...or bloodymaryville--aint sure yet.

But I'm going tonight. The bar at the Holiday Inn (next door and closer to me than the one right here) opens at 5:00. And it's sunday.



Man, I used to drink a ton. Maybe if I were stationary, with a "real" job, I'd still hit a neighborhood bar more often. I don't know. I do know that I'm no alchoholic. I don't think either side of my family has that dangerous gene--which has a lot to do with it.



Anyway, today I did some shopping on the internet, and will make some recommendations to...ok waitaminnit...excuse me while I check the sites to see if they have affiliate deals. Might as well collect some loose change in case my millions of adoring fans want to order anything...be back shortly....

Dammit

Still stuck here, now at least til tuesday. They need more parts for my bodywork. I took it to Kenworth for the weekend to get my airleak, a probable a/c compressor burning out, and now fried batteries and/or alternator. THEN, I have to shuttle back to Kenworth, drive it BACK to Freightliner for the rest of the bodywork, ans shuttle back from there.

Here's the other dammit. Here Gman calls me about 2 weeks ago, wondering what was up with me. So I tell him again about the blog, and he says he doesn't know from blahblah. Ok so I send him another email with links to them.

I bet he never even clicked either of them. Nope. So here I am, back in the vaccum of empty space, writing for myself and posterity. And Juan...I think. but he got busy with other stuff and hasn't even been on-line for awhile. Anyway he's not a relative so I can't really get irked if he hasn't got time for me for awhile.

Anyway, in case anybody ever stumbles across this: The other day I accidentally left CNN on while in the john and heard this call-in thing they do. This one was "Should President Bush pardon Scooter Libby"?

Well, pardon him for what? The fact that Plame worked for the CIA was all over Washington, and everybody knew it. She had a reserved parking slot at Langley. She was an analyst.

The Prosocutor knew shortly after getting the case that no statute or law had been violated, and yet inexplicably proceeded with this Seinfeldian case about nothing.

"Covert Operative"? My God what a joke!! Agent 99 over seven years prior had pretended to be a bank official on the internet for a little while. Her life was never in danger, and compromise meant only her removal from the mission. The two statutes cited are intended to protect operational details and field-agents. Even if the time-limit hadn't long since expired, it's a huge stretch to assert that either could, by any stretch, apply to her.

How can you "smear" somebody by mentioning something that's common knowlege? Nobody would even have noticed had this firestorm not been fabricated as a political hit-job.

No crime! Nothing! The prosecutor will tell you if you ask him. That's right, he'll tell you that mentioning that Plame worked for the CIA was perfectly legal. How does he know that? He knows it because, from the start, he knew that the time limits on her minor "covert" assignment had expired over two years hence.

So your next question has to be "ok but you proceeded anyway, so how come you're not being disbarred?"

What a crock. It was Plame who got her husband sent over there to discredit Bush. NOT to find out about the yellow cake, but to sabotage the administration. But he couldn't lie to the CIA. It would be a crime. That's why the intelligence report supports the Britt's assertion that Sadam had been attempting to buy mass-quantities of it.

He thought that this would remain secret forever. So in PUBLIC, he DID lie! He said the exact opposite of what he said in his own intelligence report!

And here's Scooter Libby being sent to prison because he either lied about or couldn't remember mentioning that somebody's wife worked for the CIA? How the hell come "I can't recall" is the same as a Hindu chant for Hillary Clinton, and this guy gets nailed to the cross for saying it once? Even if he flatly denied it, it could still be attributable to faulty memory!

Bush, you pansy--PARDON him! You're just like your deal-making father. Do the right thing because it's the right thing. You're a lame duck anyway, how much lower can you go? You let Libby go to prison for nothing and you can go straight to hell. I'm sick of you, you wimp!

But listen to these nuts calling into CNN: "Aggregious", "treason".

Psychopaths are worse when they're also clueless. You need to keep them away from heavy machinery.

I know. I drive a truck.

Little Rock

Stuck again. Body work to my truck--to fix the damage to my truck resulting from my rollover. I couldn't stall any longer. They say it'll be "later on this week." After that, I have to go over there and drive it to another place to get my ABS valve leak fixed, and something else which I forgot.

The reason is because Freightliner charges us almost twice as much in labor. The Kenworth Dealer I take it to for that repair will have to get the ABS valve from the Freightliner I just left. If they still have it. If they don't, I'll tell them to just get it ordered and I will rack up a few miles and come back for the repair.

Yep. TWENTY THOUSAND IN THE HOLE on my maintenance account. Ya drive 16 hours, and what do ya get? Another day older and a-deeper in debt. Saint Peter don't you call me, cuz I can't gooooo....I owe my soul to Arkansas Equipment leasingggggg...

Dammit. And just make it 20,600.

I called my most excellent new accountant and asked about the 401k stuff. I'd rather just set up the shelter than incorporate if I can. I can put up to 40k/year into one, but it has to be a certain type, and I also want one which I can manage myself. You guys (if you ever read this, dammit) would do well to have a manager like me (blush-blush).

Err...that's the new, improved me. Gman recalls witnessing first-hand the swift and sudden annihilation of the old me. (It was all Bill Clinton's fault, since he was the President then and the President is God.) Nah. Seriously, it was THEM. THEY will stop at nothing to destroy me. I must apologize to everybody else who lost their wads in that market crash. Sorry you guys got caught in the crossfire.

Ok-ok, I was playing poker and a full house beat my flush. Because THEY were dealing. Happy now?

Anyway, that's the only way to save Social Security. It should ALL be privatized, as is PERS, which government employees get.

"But the market is a risky scheme". That is a lie. They aren't misinformed, or merely wrong. They are LYING in order to manipulate you. They are doing this because they want you dependant upon them. The success of the reformed plan would discredit them and their M A R X I S T philosophy. They know it. They know it from PERS.

Risky? Well, my own portfolio has lost over one percent in one day; something like seven percent in a week. I think I even went down over a thrity day period once or twice. But if you're investing for the long term, these fluctuations are irrelevant. The market trends UP, and always has. And when it does retrace, or even goes into bear mode, you are buying stocks cheap.

DUH!!! And anyway, you can invest in RIETS or bonds (inc. tax-free/municipal), or a variety of other stuff. You can set it up so you can't lose unless the whole country is destroyed. So don't listen to their L I E S. End of dissertation.

I'm at the Howard Johnson--the best deal in Little Rock. Better than the hotel in Effingham. But a lot of stuff tends to be cheaper in Arkansas, which is why, when I buy land, I think it might well be here.

Gman, if you ever do read this, I sure would be real happy to throw some money at you for an investment property, ya know? Maybe with my help you could think a little bigger, and leave your 401k unmolested, ya know?

I could incorporate. I know how to do this stuff, but am too lazy and know my weaknesses. I'm an idea guy. You see, I'd set up a C-corp, in Nevada. Zero state taxes, and they don't share info with the feds. With a C-corp, I'd knock out all the survivorship junk by giving Gman some shares and setting it up so that all assets revert to him and his control upon my untimely demise. It's all liquid, so he could turn it into cash or take over the investing. No death tax or BS. A verbal agreement with him would be enough to have him throw some at Eman or whatever.

And I would pay myself, as a driver, a nominal stipend. I'd use a company credit card for all operating expenses, which is most of what I buy aside from food, clothing, and toiletries. The stipend itself is a corporate write-off. The corporate tax rate on investments is lower--but there again the 401k for me, the driver, is also a write-off and tax-deferred.

Since Gman is a part owner, my visits there, and dinner or whatever, would be a board meeting.
This and a lot more...like a company vehicle for the driver...lots of stuff. See, I know all this stuff, and could tell a more disciplined and enterprising individual how to set it up, but I'm just too lazy to go through that rigamarole myself.

Anyway I think these guys at the hotel are wise to me. Every day I hide my complimentary shampoo so they replace it, and I stash these in my shaving kit. They skipped my room today. It's like the truckstop buffets: Because of me, they made the containers smaller.

I got a pizza from Pappa John's for the last time last night. SIXTEEN BUCKS for a large thin crust? I figured it must be really a huge, massive pizza which I could gnaw on for a couple days, but it's just the same size as a 9.00 pizza at a more honest joint. What a rip!

But at the local pharmacy I found a great smart pill. 15 bucks for thirty days! It has a bunch of stuff you can't pronounce ending in "zine" in it, so you know it's good stuff. It's called Focus Formula and it's made by Windmill Health Products. No website listed, and I haven't looked for it yet online. But Juan? The formula is very similar to Focus Factor, so check it out and save some dough.

Been playing online poker like a maniac. The cards and bad beats were, as I expected, absolutely murderous, as it always is when I play more than a couple tourneys in 24 hours. I just got hammered and hammered, until I got so tight I was frozen, and so pissed off I wanted to destroy the bingospazzing, bullying, bluffing lottery players, and I won the last three.

Well, that's my visceral reaction to spazzes. Intellectually, I understand the niche they fill on society. In poker, spazzes make big pots. With their big, huge raises, they tell smarter players to fold and save their money, or else to jump on them, pushing everybody else out to make it 1:1, and take all their money.

They help me make up my mind. On the road, they help me a lot too. Like, most truckers will wait for a "rabbit", or superspazz trucker, to race by them, and then follow them. The cop will nail the superspazz, but probably not them.

But I have a three-digit I.Q., so I maintain a decent following distance, and often will go just slightly slower than the superspazz who is winning the race to the speeding ticket. Other truckers are spazzes, too, however, and when they see that they can pass me and wedge themselves in between me and the spazz, they have to do so.

This is actually how I started going slightly slower than the superspazz. Every time I got a safe, intelligent distance behind the superspazz, I got me a face full of trailer from the moron who had to pass me and wedge himself in front of me.

Tailgaters are spazzes, too, you see. They cause big messes by trapping as whole slew of people behind granny going 50 mph in the right lane, which in turn makes it impossible for people to merge off entrance ramps. Spazzes entering traffic, tailgating there as well, simply think that they will force their way onto the freeway as the second or third car in a train.

So spazzes come in handy for me by getting speeding tickets instead of me (and I love it when the cop deliberately skips the superspazz to nail the tailgater), but they actually cause a lot of problems.

I mean, it really sucks when I barrel over the top of a hill or around a corner, with some overweight bastard six feet off my trailer, and see a traffic jam I have to brake hard for. I often have maybe one second to turn on my flashers to alert the spazz behind me before I kick in the jake-brake and start braking. Then I have to delay that as long as I can to give the shithead a chance to react.

Otherwise he barrels into me, and I barrel into the stopped traffic.

On second thought, spazzes suck and I hate them intellectually as well as viscerally. Being willfully ignorant and refusing ot think is even worse than being a moron.

Well, back to the bingospazzes...and THEM.