Quants are smart but boy are they dull

I used to tolerate taudry and unbecoming behavior from the broker/dealer crowd. Now I find myself craving it, if only to rescue myself from the ennui of valuation and risk factor galore AND nice-guy/suburbia conversation which dominates the floor. I mean, is HR really making an impression or have guys become that g-rated over the last 10 years? Maybe I'm just too old to be privy to the banter....lord, I hope so. Else I may lose my faith in the rawness of this city.

When you work someplace where more hours are spent there (+commuting) than at home you need somethingmofe interesting than spreadsheets. Even geeks have inappropriate pop culture opinion, don't they? Right....?

People like to solve your problems

Ever have one of those people in your life (read: males) that don't get the notion of just saying shit for the sake of saying shit? And how it sometimes makes you (read: female) feel better/less occupied to say stuff out loud without any need or expectation, or fucking WANT of a solution/resolution to whatever supposed dilemma is being described?

You know that phrase, "talking to a wall"? Sometimes I wish the fucking need-to-rescue-damsels-in-distress mentality of every guy I know would take a back seat to their metro-sexual-secretly-very-opinionated-about-their-colleagues-choice-of-scarf-or-vacation-spots mentality and allow me to kvetch like the complainer that I am.

In other words, sometimes you are only required to be a wall.

Shut your piehole

"ok, such vitriol in the morning can't be a good thing for your day.". That was my reply to the troll on the train who got her panties in a bunch (knickers in a twist for you Brits) when I bumped into her as we approached the station. The guy behind me found this exchange hilarious and I guess I know why. Because he didn't understand that "piehole" wasn't a reference to my lady bits but rather my big fat (read: snarky) mouth. Plus he happened to be fucking my lady bits - not on the train but at other times, like when I felt like it (read: drunk/just finished a smut novel/romantic comedy/ate an 8th of mushrooms).

So, what was I writing? Um. Oh, yes, this little red headed troll of a lady got all uppity on me because of physics (inertia and all that) and it got me to thinking that I sure hope we don't have a terrorist attack today because then I will wind up on the 6 o'clock news looking like the asshole who smacked a troll commuter up while the terrorists were winning.

Yeah, so I'm going to try this again. The whole writing shit that no one reads except weirdos and pervs because this blog is anonymous until someone I know puts 2 and 2 together. Or I get drunk enough to tell some poor unsuspecting person that I once believed I could self publish.

In any event, David cross is a little 4 eyed fucker who wrote an amusing book (not dissimilar to a blog though he'd like to think so). And I mention him now in this "comeback" post, if you will, because I happen to have just read his book. In which he expounds on random shit not unlike so many (every) blog. But he got paid. And he wears glasses.
So that makes him a 4 eyed fucker.

Oh. And I have some stuff to say about the fake politeness of British asshats but that is for another time (next post).
Besides I am on a train right now and someone is distracting me with their urgent message from Jesus. That Jesus.
Always fucking up my commute.

Wait. Seriously though, God, could u like give me a sign about whether I should play megamillions?

omg, thank goodness for the senate

That senate! They rescued the street tonight by passing the bailout AND they helped archery loving children everywhere.

Dealbreaker on arrows in our bailout

Sad day for libertarians, though. Poor free market all junked up with guberment.

these are the updates i have so far:

having many babies all at the same time is not as easy as jolie-pitt would make it seem.
pron bores me. (i am doomed.)
and my babies' daddy is very grumpy.


i am hoping obama will bring some change to my life soon.

little, yellow, different, better

i'd abandoned this blog in favor of having 20 babies. Now that the kids are drooling all over everything and making a general mess of the place, i figure its time for mommy to get some ME time and rant irreverently about things which no one else cares about, let alone actually reads.

feels good so far.

oh, but i'll have to work a little harder to access the nasty part of my brain and actually post something other than "hi, i'm back". which seems like a stupid thing to post considering that no one is reading this except the accidental googler who finds my previous posts on hand-release.