The three trillion dollar meltdown. Ale liens and crack witnesses.

Just watched two documentaries. Charles Furgeson's "Inside Job" about the crimes committed by the banking industry which caused the financial destruction of our societies as a whole. Look up the fiscal meltdown, the banking disaster, the economic downturn or the the failure of government to protect the citizens against corporate greed. Billions were made off of the proletariat and 99% of the managers, heads and CFO's got off without any recriminations against them. Not fair. Punishable.

The other doc "i Know what I Saw" was about UFO cover ups. Some of the footage and testimony were thought provoking but i think that we are alone here in the universe. By now we should have some irrefutable evidence that extra terrestrials are amongst us and want to initiate a dialogue of some sort. Obama made some questionable choices when he include Summers and Geitner and Bernanke to handle our money after what happened. Why would he do that? Some heads "earned" hundreds of millions and got away with it scott free. If the president would have just given the public $100 thousand each the problem would have ironed it'self out within a couple of years. Homes would have been paid for or paid off. Home repairs would have raised the values of property and there would have been a great dearth of gardening, auto repair, tutoring, invention, entrepreneurial pursuits, travel, retirement and problem solving. Something has to be done about overpaying executives and turning blind eyes to corporate greed. NOW!!

So. Ca. Vegas. Thick headed paleolithic workaholic man.

Dancing migrant cave dwellers emerge from waterholes in the nowhere lands East of Clark county, Nevada and head West to discover Vegas. My latest idea is to dress theatrical types up like throwbacks and have them offer photo opportunities to the interested. Cave People, Cowgirls, Native Americans, Aliens, Sasquatches and Zombies dressed like all of the above will roam the streets and get paid to make faces. I will charge the actors rental fees on the outfitting and pimp them out all over the valley. The temperatures are above 107 at the time so my creative energies are at a seasonal low. That and the fact that i suffer from loneliness ensures that nothing will ever become of this idea or any other. It sucks because this would have been a fun way to spend the days while saving up for global adventures. We could have one of each all lined up and ready to pose singularly or in pairings. Oh the good times we would have had. If only i had some friends. Well, i could start with a ancient valley couple getting the gist of how money works.

I have worked enough days in a row to have sufficiently sapped the energy out of my brain and body. My head is thick with the fog of fatigue and i fear a wreck is imminent. DAY OF OFF!!

D'river. Losing the plot and the keys.

No days off for a month and allzwell. My new habit is one that pays me instead of making me pay. My Sunday was a $341 day and the be4 taxes pay was $135. The tips and side money was 85$. That's a good day. A great day would be 420$ and 150$ in cash. All i need is a grrlfiend and a couple of puppies or vice versa. The Starkraft needs brakes and carpet and radio/air. A new engine would be nice as well. Need more money.
I lost my keys somewhere :(> No biggie but it sux when that happens. ~Update~ I found my Keys!  I have been going to the library and getting movies to watch while i wait for people to get in my cab. XCLNT idea.
Tarred. Must evacuate the bowels, swim, make a samwitch and sleep.

Hold your breadth. Feral Again.

There is a referral program at the cabco that pays $200 for every cabbie that lasts over three months. I put 2 adverts in Clist and got 8 queries before i got flagged for trying. I got in contact with each of them and they ones i spoke with are all looking for a job in taxiing. If i get 6 drivers to stay for 3 months that would pay for 30 staycations at the Nomotel. The Nomo only asks $26 a night from Mon. thru Thur. and has free HBO and wifi. Or i could do something with the SNACTON Line.
The other ad. i put in was for a date. I got one scam spam and that was it. I swear to Jah i'll do that speed dating thing if something don't happen here soon.

I was driving to the Trop from the airport and decided to hold my breath. I did the lung expansion exercise and went for over two minutes before i decide that breathing would probably be a good idea. I could have gone longer but i dint want to go all dizzy.

I really should take some time out and clean the Rizide up a bit or two. It would improve my mental state, outlook and chances.

Without Privilege. Sense of Untitlement.

I picked up a Welsh couple at the Tropicana and took them to Bloomingdale's for some pre-flight shopping. Upon payment they gave me an 8 pac of Budweiser shorts. I carried them around until shifts end, imagining them bouncing around in the hot trunk. After work i went food shopping and then to the Rizide. I put the beers in the freeze, went swimming and drank three beers in quick sucksessions. The inside temperature was nearing 120 degrees and so the hot nap was most restful and Bud aided sleep in the heat is always the best. I awoke at 1030 to the super-heated beer gasses and deep fried pig skins loudly trying to escape out me rear hatch.  I puckered and thought of doing an emergency jettison drill. The isht bucket was under a couple of boxes and that would enTail lifting so I thought better of that and dressed for work. It's my day off and i can't go in till 3am. The drive to the Tropicana bordered on the disastrous. In that i have no access to the in house poo loo i am living a dangerous life when combining beer, beans, fried goods and broccoli beef with fermented black bean over tofu. Must look for better shituation. Damn Welsh.

Fifteen Straight 12's. Entre Maneur. Fathers Daze..

I went to the foam store and got the price on a 5x3x12 blank. $80 for each one. That blank is going to have to be carved, painted glued and covered in nylon before going onto the strip. Maybe $200 each. It's 110 in the shade these days so wearing a 20 pound foam suit covered in paint, glue and nylon is going to be a hard sell. I can do this ear business.
I'm on fifteen straight shifts and have nigh on $1.9K saved for something.
My biggest regret in life is not having any children. I would have been a successful father and husband if I would only have impregnated and married the first girl i loved.

Gambling University. Money, a known object.

Now that i confess to Jah Calendah, i can keep track of my gamblin losses a little better. Today i lost $70 and yesterday i won $70. Even. My estimate is that i am only down $200 to $400. Not horrible for traipsing on the dangerous paths of the city built by winsome losers. If i could, i would gamble full time, meaning i would win a grand a day. Easy enough if money were an object i knew and knew well. I put a thousand dollars into the bank today and will have another 11 hundred by Monday next. If i continue with this game of "All work and no play makes the Bacon tender", I will have 3 grand in Rand by the end of August. It would be more but who are we kidding, something will give. My engine could break, my will could crack or i could break and get some crack from Will, ingenuously.

Tomorrow i call the foam guy and start talks about the Eye Dear. One black ear and one Caucasian? Glow in the dark ears with GPS tracking systems built in. Ears with bank safes and ATMs within. I have been trying the idea out on some of my fares and they all like the concept. Ears looking at you kid.