I've learned to be doubly sure regarding print communication. For example, sarcasm is not always universally perceivable.
Yes, a $3000 quarterly revenue is... surprising, but then again maybe not. Wordsmith has lined up printing, distributing, a headquarters, etc. on or near Malta to take advantage of its tax and labor rates, etc. It bought/sold a 30%(whatever) equity share into a company that does whatever because it positions Wordsmith... for whatever.
I recall those now hazy general statements and wonder about its real world effect on my investment whose purpose is to make money. I sit back and ultimately glean only that non-revenue generating paper shuffling, hand shaking, and agreement making occurred--all ethereal from my capitalistic expectation.
Based upon what the investor relations rep enticed me with for my and other's investments, how does that document relate to the St. Paul film? I still feel that effort could make money and would nicely tie in with the History Channel logo on Wordsmith's webpage.
Pub and Ale--another appealing concept with which the investor relations rep enticed me and others. I think it's a great niche opportunity waiting for exploitation by Wordsmith or someone who will make a tangible move. That was part of a brief discussion with another investor who stated approach by other interested parties in making a concrete move if Wordsmith wouldn't.
Maybe Jim and his very talented board know something adverse about the market regarding Pub and Ale. If so, we ain't hearing shit which is typical. All investors are treated the same. I and others overtly asked for "color commentary" too, on this blog to the same result. We're still wondering what the hell is going on tangibly.
Some posters cheerfully advocate the "go long" approach. Well, there's a point when the "go long" waiting can be crushed by reality/opportunists who make a Pub and Ale approach with concrete results. Summing personal observations to date, I discern WS's team best compared to the mailman.
He/she is a friendly enough person who repositions paper of often dubious worth. It's a pleasant, fluffy interaction when I catch one at the mailbox, but one that doesn't provide deep, satisfying, and long lasting memory for me to conjure a week later. I like my mail deliverers, but I don't envision inviting them over for Christmas dinner. I recognize what they do, but that a month later their efforts don't have profound, memorable results. Yeah, slojab, color commentary would be nice.
