The Habitable Zone

GOOD MORNING, CAMPERS!

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!

According to Google, I have my own language.  Some of you may not know this, but it's true!  This changes, of course, on a daily basis and whenever Google feels like altering their algorithms, but it remains rather consistent if you're seeking alternative definitions to words and phrases for which I have a habit of cooking up just to mix things up a bit.  It is time, in my humble opinion, to add another term to the expanding dictionary here-on-blog so ready? Go.

e-con-bi-ol-o-gy:  Noun.  The unfunded-by-government study of biological beings migrating to and residing in habitable states and countries where confiscatory tax policy is low, pro growth, and favorable toward business and family.

Far be it from Judy to let astrobiologists have all the fun, huh? LOL.  The Habitable Zone, in astrobiological terms, includes planets of the right size, location, orbit, and with a climate akin to San Diego which is neither too hot nor too cold.  And probably low on bugs.  Just saying.  But San Diego, in accordance with EconBiology would be ruled out as it falls beyond the event horizon and into a Super Massive Debt Hole along with Illinois, New York, and a plethora of others.

I had a little fun-on-map this morning marking off The Habitable Zone in blue.  If you'll notice, only northern Florida is marked,  Yes, they have no income tax, but southern Florida is where 

Debbie "The Wasserman" Schultz resides making the southern half of the state potentially high in toxicity according to my theories, and who wants to deal with that? Texas, which also boasts no income tax, will forever be coined here as an Exostate as they can, at any time, secede from the Union.  

My micro habitat (that would be my house) is swarming with peeps working in the basement today which translates to my not being able to concentrate any further no matter how hard I try.  You, fellow campers, get the humor and the gist sans my being any more specific.  I think.  I'm kicking these people out of the door come this afternoon not to return until Tuesday.  I have decided that it being a long holiday weekend - again - here in the U.S. I will be taking a much needed and deserved break from blog until Tuesday morning.  It's needed.  

I couldn't resist.

Enjoy your weekend everybody!

I will most definitely be doing the same.

Back at cha Tuesday.

Boring!

GOOD MORNING, CAMPERS!

HAPPY TUESDAY!

First of all, I think we can all agree and are thankful that pilots are smarter than world leaders.  Just saying.  I made the mistake of tuning into the nightly news for twenty minutes last night, and instead of shaking my fists with rage as I normally would, I yawned and simply fell asleep.  How many times to I have to view the same talking heads and the puppets they're interviewing touting each other's smartness when the world they're micromanaging on a minute by minute basis is simply falling apart? Is it just me or is everyone else rolling their eyeballs in contempt along with me? Why? Because it's boring.  That's my word du jour, and I'm sticking to it.

I have come to the realization that this is why I fear my blog has become stale this week.  It's the same thing day after day after day out there.  According to the so-called smartest peeps in the room, I'm not supposed to eat this, drink that, smoke anything, or even breathe the air because conservatives, that would be me, are killing me.  Oh yes.  That's nonsensical.  I'm also supposed to - according to health care experts - undergo every test under the sun and have someone else pay for it for no reason other than safety.  You know.  Just in case.  It's also advisable I don't say anything, believe in anything rational such as don't spend more than you take in, and be tolerant of everything yet at the same time nothing.  

According to Hannes Swoboda, a member of the European Parliament from Austria, "Europe CAN spend it's way to growth" and "Europe is back on the right track" because Francois Hollande is now in charge of France.  Well, Boon DOGGIE.  According to Mr. Swoboda, Angela Merkel's is experiencing "dogma" by stating "Yes to growth, and no to debt."  Well, gee.  I don't know about you, fellow campers, but that sounds like a sound fiscal plan, doesn't it? LOL.  Mr. Swoboda is targeting public investments because you know, those work Judy typed sarcastically, and the European states should not be forced to limit their debt but should be required to to make public investments - like high speed trains to nowhere I suppose - which would equal growth and employment because clearly for the last 40 plus years that's working I typed with tongue firmly planted in cheek.

These "investments" would also lead to a seriously environmentally friendly economy.  Oh, woe is me.  We're all going to die.  Again.  Weren't we dying at the turn of the last century? Shouldn't the polar ice caps have melted by now, and whatever did happen to those planes falling from the sky around oh, say Y2K? Just wondering.  In conclusion, Mr. Swoboda states emphatically that these renewable energies and all that highly unprofitable horse excrement needs to be financed one way or another, but interestingly he doesn't offer suggestions as to how.  This is on par with Alan S. Binder's ideas about health care.  I guess those funds would come via confiscatory taxes from the oil companies that actually produce products that society wants and needs.  Oh.  The irony.  Can we just call a shot and shot and GloveSmack peeps such as these? Really? Why, I'm beginning to wonder, does anyone take this stuff seriously? 

Is anyone else as tired of this as me? I've heard from a plethora of peeps this week asking me, Judy, if I've noticed that people are ruder and more crabby.  You darn right they are.  Why wouldn't they be? When the dullest peeps in the room kvetch publicly nonstop about their personal business and do nothing but complain about everything everyone else shouldn't be doing, what else is there for them to do but be miserable and unhappy? I have an idea for Mr. Swoboda, his Parliamentary brethren, and socialists everywhere including America.  Take your miserable ideas elsewhere and get the hell out of every body's way so that we may be free once again to throw a big juicy steak on the grill, enjoy the aroma of carbon emitting charcoal, watch Uncle Ernie light a fine cigar, and laugh hysterically at the college kid who thinks majoring in Women's Studies is a good idea.  In short? This is all such a yawner, isn't it?

We Are GO For Monday

GOOD MORNING, CAMPERS!

HAPPY MONDAY!

So much for 90 degrees on the Fahrenheit scale and sunny.  That was this past weekend.  It's now 55 degrees and cloudy with a chance of blasé thrown in for good measure so I opted to insert a little religious humor into the mix today.  Why? Because it's funny.  You can snag these shirts at Snorg Tees in case anyone was wondering.  I spent my weekend off of social media which was wonderful - no offense to my peeps - and opted for the beach where I collected sea glass and befriended a Beagle whose name tag I couldn't read.  Okay, he befriended me as I'm not one to chase after unattended puppies, but he was awfully cute as he snuggled into my lap albeit briefly.

I strayed FAR away from the downtown NATO scene here in the windy city of the big shoulders as well as the computer which should be no surprise to fellow campers.  Those street walking people are a mess, aren't they? I'd throw in a video of their antics, but who has time for that? There are those with nothing better happening in their lives other than to cause a scene which is downright sad and tragic and one of the many reasons we're in the state we're in.  Post beach I put together over five hundred of my "Little Charmers" cards condensing three boxes of "What IS all this stuff?" cluttering my OccupiedStudio down to three because I, unlike protesters, actually work for a living and even on Sundays.  Let's just hope I won't be supporting more of those marching type come January if our current tax rates are allowed to expire.  chaCHING.

The Facebook IPO kinda/sorta fizzled as opposed to sizzled last week.  After 30 minutes of "Why aren't we trading here?" Morgan Stanley had to step in and underwrite - whatever that means in real life - the share price so it wouldn't drop causing an even bigger scene on the NASDAQ.  Some people considered themselves lucky to not own shares after the shares they thought they bought wound up never being bought which just goes to show you should never fight against the universe if anyone wants to talk fate and circumstance.  What seems like a missed opportunity often turns into a blessing and a "that was close" reminder to stay clear of hype on any given day.  

I've never used Facebook.  Well, that's not exactly accurate as I did try two stints at 24 hours each and just couldn't wrap my head around anything going on over there.  Besides the creepy "how did they know that?" routine, I decided I simply didn't like their font.  LOL.  Being big on aesthetics, the pages just never looked right or any different from anything anyone else was doing which, in my mind, translates as boring thus rendering typed words and postings UnRead but hey.  That's just me.  Speaking of which, it's time to mix up the blog again as it's getting a little stale in here, don't you think? What I will be conjuring up remains to be seen, but give me some time and one day my fellow campers will pop in to a nice surprise.  I don't like to keep things unshaken for very long.  

As an aside, if I'm short on humor lately I apologize.  I simply have way too much on my mind.  It seems my landlord, in order to solve the wet crumbling basement issue - one of many -  has opted to throw good money after bad by simply painting it all in water proof enamel.  What that's going to do is any one's guess.  A realtor popped in on Saturday to take a look around and guesstimate price.  When she asked when the owner would be fixing said wet basement issues, I replied, "He's painting it."  She looked me dead in the face and said, "That's not fixing it."

I love when people are on my wavelength and able to call a shot what it is.  And people wonder why they lose money.  I'm wondering if these are the same people on the U.S. Treasury bandwagon lately? How anything there could be considered safe is awfully scary as their yield is now the lowest since 1952.  Now there's a formula for profit and growth Judy quipped sarcastically.  I'm staying clear of it.  Never the less, we are GO for Monday.  Make it a great day everybody!

Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees passed away yesterday at the age of 62.

R.I.P.

YouTube is down.  AGAIN.  They'll be back later.  Me thinks.