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If anyone needs a smile. . .
When cashiers offer to sell me a paper bag, I reply "Do I look that ugly?"
Cheers, PW.
I may have submitted this 9 minute video about school lunch in Japan, but because it shows a system quite different from what students on our side of the Pacific experience, it may show us what potential out kids have, if only we'd choose to develop it.
If anyone has four minutes they can spare, watching this video of an apology letter may be an enjoyable way of spending it.
Who has the most self control, USAF or Police?
These two videos uncover the answer.
Until now, I had no idea that there are liberals in the bird world. . .
Shortchanged. . .
When I saw what $10 million bought, I felt shortchanged. I created an almost identical masterpiece and didn't get even one paltry cent for my effort.
I must admit that there may have been some very minor differences between what I produced and what the esteemed artist made, but I didn't take time for a thorough examination, and I sure didn't take a picture. I simply pushed the lever and flushed it away.
Cheers, PW.
For people who only read the headlines when skimming the news, here's a collection from 2020. . .
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Cheers, PW.
For the Christmas music lovers among us. . .
I'm very sorry to learn about your brother. Grief is difficult at any time, but so close to Christmas it's likely even more painful. I hope you find all the support you need and I wish you the best.
PMS Witch
P.S. This guy has far more credibility than the hucksters encouraging me to buy one.
I encountered a WebSite featuring something that may be profoundly beneficial to Donald Trump if he decides to run for office in 2024
Aid for victory
Cheers, PW.
Lotteries are a tax on stupidity.
Unfortunately, lotteries seem like an exception to the rule that says when something is taxed, we get less of it.
Capitalism is God's way of separating the wise from the foolish.
Although this has nothing to do with lotteries, I thought I'd throw it into my message anyway.
Cheers, PW.
I shut off the fuel valve on my lawn mower when I have four passes left and the engine quits just as I'm done mowing. Of course, I must turn it on a moment before I try to start it the next time I mow, but so far, I haven't forgotten to do this. And even if I do forget, the upper body workout trying to get it started (without success) would likely be beneficial.
A neighbour commented that I must have some special kind of luck or magical tank filling ability that results in my mower running out of fuel at just the perfect time. I almost confessed to what I was doing, but instead, left him remaining in awe.
I do the same with my snow blower. I have never had trouble caused by spoiled fuel. Perhaps my habit has paid off.
Cheers, PW.
P.S. I'm enjoying not having to run either the mower or the blower these days. With raking done, shrubbery tethered, Fall fertilizer applied, and pruning completed, I get a breather before the snow comes.
And as a bonus, clear skies allowed me to watch the lunar eclipse while I walked yesterday morning. Life can't get any better!
When our area declared war on plastic, we were introduced to our Green Bin program.
What we were expected to do was keep compost and ordinary garbage separate. As well, the different garbages would be collected on alternate weeks.
I was expressing my frustration to a neighbour when he said the new plan was easy: put all your garbage into a paper bag every second week.
Of course, the would disrupt the recycling. But when I think of his plan, I still smile.
Cheers, PW.
P.S. . .
A few days ago, I was in the city and with more than the usual stops, my trip was quite a bit longer than I had anticipated. It was time to eat. I delayed this necessity far beyond what was wise, and I was quickly running out of options.
I was quite close to Costco. Since I needed gasoline as well, I decided to get a hot-dog. As usual, after a quick tap with my credit card, my food was waiting for me when I arrived at the counter, a distance of about five paces. Can’t get much quicker than this. And speed was really important to me.
I found a vacant table and sat with my back to the wall. Here, I could observe the other people. It was a bit of a Zoo. Their payment system was malfunctioning and everyone needed to use a single Customer Service cashier. The line of people waiting snaked well beyond the Eye Centre. Everyone seemed impatient.
One woman caught my eye. As she juggled her purchases and her purse, she talked on her phone. She was holding it to her ear using her shoulder. Not dropping it was a miracle. In fact, she completed her business without interrupting her call. However, she wasn’t quite in the clear.
She dropped her change purse. Instantly, coins rolled in all directions. Most began circling, then eventually falling over. These, she recovered easily. But a few had another destiny in mind. They wanted to travel. And they did. However, the woman managed to end their adventure with her foot. (Amazingly, she was still on her phone.)
But one coin was more than her equal. This was a $2 coin, nicknamed a “Toonie” in Canada. It had to be the most determined coin ever minted.
This coin headed for the crowd. Among the hooves and wheels of the huge line of customers and carts, this coin would be beyond danger of capture by its owner. But of course, to succeed, the coin would need to navigate a gauntlet even more formidable. Even though the shoppers were unaware of the coin, there were many more of them, so the probability of being stopped was still quite likely.
The coin made it! Now, it’s headed my way. Escaping the woman and the obstacles of the shoppers would be child’s play compared to what it now faced: me. As I rushed toward it, it altered course. It was a tiny change in direction with profound repercussions. It’s now headed toward the table next to where I was sitting. And this table was occupied by a family. Two parents, two kids, one shopping cart, plus the table legs; all well capable of stopping the coin.
I ended my pursuit. No way am I about to engage with strangers over a coin that wasn’t even mine in the first place. I wished it luck and returned to my table and my hot-dog.
Then I noticed the coin emerging from the far side of the family’s table. It was heading to the Tire Centre. But to get to safety and make its freedom permanent, it needed to cross a substantial unoccupied area. I had another opportunity, and I took it.
My “Run and Stomp” strategy worked.
Meanwhile, the coin’s owner had finished both her business and her telephone call and was walking toward the exit. When I returned her coin, she was quite surprised. My estimate is the coin rolled about a hundred feet in total.
While driving home, I reflected on my experience. My “take away” is to not give up no matter how formidable life’s obstacles appear. If this coin could find a way through obstacles, so can I.
When I arrived home, I relayed the story of my encounter to my husband. As well, when I glanced at my coin jar on my office credenza, I wondered if any of them had the same spirit of adventure. I couldn’t tell just by looking at them. And I wasn’t about to put them to the test.
I suppose there's another lesson for me: Don't judge by appearances.
A liberal shares his feelings. . .
Naughty language!
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Cheers, PW.
Maybe there was another reason the Bidens were seated so far away. . .
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Barefoot or with footwear?
Wearing downhill ski boots.
Cheers, PW.
Quote: The basics are that if you can balance on one leg for 10 seconds, and are a middle-aged person - your risk of dying over a median period of seven years is significantly less than those who cannot complete this simple test.
I was proud of my results when I tried this test, but a couple of things left me feeling a bit insecure: First, I'm not middle-aged, and next, I tried it with my eyes closed.
Also, I was caught up in the universal problem of doing anything physical: my nose always begins to itch.
Cheers, PW.
P.S. When my husband saw me standing on one leg and scratching my nose, he asked what I was doing. I told him I was determining when I'm going to die.
Not knowing the underpinning of my behavior, he began imitating me. I learned that although it's challenging to complete the test while scratching, it's even more difficult while laughing.
P.P.S. The test is easier if one stands on a floor that is NOT carpeted.
I don't think China will harm Nancy Pelosi because she (with her team) is doing such a great job of destroying the U.S. from within. Why act now with tremendous expenditure of blood and treasure, when with a little patience your desired results will arrive at no cost to you whatsoever?
Cheers, PW.
P.S. Let's not forget that both sides have a vast arsenal of the most powerful means of destruction ever created: stupidity.
The pit bull story reminded me of a song. . .
There seem to be two kinds of people. . .
Cheers, PW.
P.S. Electric vehicles. . .
The ONLY upside I can imagine is that one can run the air conditioning while inside a closed garage to pre-cool their ride without danger of asphyxiation.
P.P.S. Because electric vehicle silence poses a risk to pedestrians, they are equipped with "noise makers" to alert people of their presence. Does anyone remember using a clothes peg to hold a discarded cigarette package against the spokes of their bicycle? It's been decades since I last heard kids doing this.
The noise electric vehicles are required to make is mandated by government and owners cannot choose an alternative. If I'm wrong about this, please set me straight.
When it comes to being a "Bulls-t artist" Elon Musk can take a few pointers from Dutch farmers. . .
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Cheers, PW.
P.S. Made me smile. . .
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Surfing was one of my dreams, too. Never got the chance.
A tune giving the landlocked hope. . .
From the Best Dad Ever Website
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Cheers, PW.
P.S. It's hard to see in the photo, but he's pouring booze into his teacup.