bringin the AXE BACK

i was up last night chatting cuz IM MOTHER EFFIN EXCITED TO GO HOME! and from the looks of my messenger convo's, the local party might actually be happier, ehem chomo. he parallels my return as a savior with an axe ready to hack away at houses to save the burning souls inside them. i shrug these notions of wrecking houses as traditional bi-annual holiday festivities and i'll pass savior duties to one who can revive the economy. i stayed up to finish shawshank redemption on tv, when i switch back to cnn, another titanic of a day in the markets.

"i told you so"

i had a discussion the other day about family business and how much futile energy can you put in before you give up? if they're not going to listen to pure statistical data, heed credible data, cut losses and steer away from antiquated methods of finance (cuz they've been bleeding for years already), when do you *sigh* and let them do what they are ultimately going to do in the end anyway?

after some discussion, the answer: "...it depends on how much money is at stake"

i had a think about that. fair enough.