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May 16, 2008

I started shooting doubles when you walked in

Filed under: Coconut Telegraph, Title Insurance, Cycling, Bush is a Moron — Wine Dog @ 4:38 am

Could The Radical be double dipping here?  Scooping me two days in a row?  That’s just sauteed in wrong sauce.  Servin’ it up hot, could I get heapin’ helpin’ of class action with a side of  alleged fraud?

Turns out I’m not the only person pissed off about that golf comment.   Keith Olbermann tees off.  (links not embeds.  No red X’s today.  Nuttin’ but love from the Wine Dog)

It was 104 when I got home from work yesterday.  While I love the heat, I don’t love it when I don’t have central air.  I haven’t slept in three days.  Today shouldn’t be much better.  It’s a little cooler this morning so I’m hoping that having all the doors and windows open now will allow me to shut this place up and keep it a little cooler tonight.  Bugs are flying all around in this heat and then coming in the house because the doors and windows are open.  Yesterday a big ol’ horsefly flew in at around 5am.  I heard the buzz and I heard pop! pop! pop! pop!  That was Rita’s jaws trying to pop the thing off in the air.   Then pop! and silence.  Rita 1 Horsefly 0.  This morning it was a big ol’ moth.  Pop! Leap!  Pop!  Then she climbed the ladder.  She jumped so high she came down on her side.  But she touched it and everyone in the moth world knows you lose altitude when covered with dog spit.  Pop!  Pop!  Gone.

I just filled out my paperwork and wrote the check.  I’ll be competing in San Diego next month.  I haven’t had a vacation since July of last year, so I might add some days around the date and make it a road trip.  I still have that Southwest ticket from last November…don’t get me started on that one, but if I drive I can stop and see friends around the State on the way home.   I’m thinking golf in San Diego, shopping in Rancho Mirage, golf in Atascadero, wine tasting in Paso.  Might be a plan.  Now what to do with the Hellhoundz.  I’ve only got a few pounds to go to be in the lower weight class.  I think once class is over on Tuesday I’ll be able to cycle more and that shouldn’t be a problem.  I read an article in the SF Enquirer yesterday about a 50 year old guy who lost 45 pounds just by buying and then riding a bicycle.  Sounds like a plan.

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May 14, 2008

Hey Hey LBJ!

Filed under: Coconut Telegraph, Bush is a Moron — Wine Dog @ 7:42 pm

Dammit. Scooped by the Radical again. I can’t figure out what Mercury could possibly sue FATCO for.  Really.  Didn’t Mercury stiff FATCO for all the revenue from Alliance?  Shouldn’t it be the other way around?  Either way, I hadn’t heard that one. I did hear that Mercury Transaction Services has reduced their staff by 25. Of course the big problem is there were only 30 to start with. Yeah, Mercury Transaction Services is five lonely folks. Last one out turn off the lights please. They’ve moved them into a building that Jerry owns so they can save on rent I guess. They’re dumping on another 26,000 sq. foot lease. I’m just happy my cell phone isn’t on file with that landlord. I’m still getting calls from Alliance Title Company creditors. Got one yesterday. Call Mercury. Yeah in Denver. They’re on the 14th floor. They used to take up three floors, but no more. I wonder if they’re paying the rent on the other two floors. Don’t even get me started on what they did to the sublessees out here in California. Really. Don’t get me started. Security Title Group all took another 10% cut in pay, no overtime, blah blah blah. Don’t count on that vacation, I’d start taking it…NOW. Things to do on vacation when you’re about to lose your job…polish up that resume and find a better job. Oh yeah, and their burn rate? Off the hook. The November line of credit that was supposed to salvage everything? Almost gone. And finally, yeah Patty, you got a bad leak.

But wait there’s more

Fidelity and Chicago are “consolidating” whatever the hell that means. Locally it means bye bye to every other Sales Manager and every other County Manager. Now they’re covering all CTIC and FTC units in two or more counties with one management team…or two guys with a abacus. You were working with Joe? He’s a sales rep now. Ugly. Financial Title’s entire Santa Clara subdivision department picked up their marbles and went to play Ted’s Excellent Title Adventure. Wheee! And there’s one I’m leaving out, deliberately. I’ll leave it to those in the know to throw it in the comments section. That’ll keep Santa Ana busy.

1-2-3 what are we fighting for?

I’m exhausted from all that. But not too tired for this:

“I didn’t want some mom whose son may have recently died to see the commander in chief playing golf,” he said. “I feel I owe it to the families to be in solidarity as best as I can with them. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong signal.”

Because sending her son off to die for no good reason is the right signal?

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Housekeeping Note

Filed under: Bon Mots and Cheap Shots — Wine Dog @ 5:30 am

If these youtubes are making the site look like crap, i.e. you can’t see anything after the youtube or it’s set someplace it shouldn’t, would you ping winedog at astound dot net and let me know 1) that it looks like crap 2) what kind of operating system and browser you’re using.  As you can well imagine, everything looks just sporty on my machine and all of my test browsers.  (or I wouldn’t put it up)

And if you’re at the Bloodless Empire, you can’t see my youtubes anyway, you just get a big block I think.  I’m not sure anymore, I’m not allowed to look at my own website at all from my office, so sayeth the Corporation.

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May 13, 2008

So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you’ve been

Filed under: Title Insurance, corporate wankers, Dogs — Wine Dog @ 9:19 pm

In the air tonight

It’s just like a pot ready to boil over; a slow boil waiting to become a roiling boil. I read a lot of the real estate blogs. They are a world unto themselves. What I’m seeing is sales are up each consecutive month this year. Everything seems to be strengthening and stabilizing. I can’t remember how many conversations I’ve had over the last seven years about this last market. I said “It’s not real” and no one wanted to listen to me. What I heard was crap like “It’ll keep going up”. No it won’t, Stupid. It didn’t, because it wasn’t real, it has collapsed. However, sharp investors are in this market, cherry picking. And if I had some juice that’s exactly what I would be doing now. I don’t think the market is going to come roaring back, but it’s going to get going again, and that’s a good thing.

It’s all been a pack of lies

I don’t know a single Escrow Officer or Title Officer who’s happy with where the industry is going. Not one. It doesn’t have to do with resistance to change; it’s resistance to a shoddy product. A lot of good ones are looking at bailing out. The ones that love the business are looking for different angles, because we live in America. We like good salaries, good benefits, vacation pay and a good working environment, oh yeah, and the government says that’s the way it’s got to be. So Bank of America tore off the mask and revealed the reptilian creatures beneath the façade the other day. And I shined God’s flashlight on the little cockroaches. What happens next is anybody’s guess. I have an old friend who believes that the offshore marketplace will become expensive enough that they’ll end up bringing everything back over here. I pointed to an article in either Forbes or WSJ (can’t remember which) on that very subject a couple of months ago. Once the ratio gets to 3/1 it’s cheaper to bring it back here. Before you start hollering “Hallelujah!” know that the real talent will have left the industry by the time it comes back across the pond. Then what?

It’s no stranger to you and me

One of my favorite blogs is the Daily Coyote. I’ve been following Charlie’s adventures for some time. No, I don’t want a coyote and you shouldn’t either, but Shreve’s photographs of Charlie in Wyoming are awesome. I also would prefer to not see coyotes in Concord, but today, the Universe didn’t feel like appeasing me. As I drove by the park next to my house I saw what I thought was a loose dog. Of course, I slowed to help if necessary. Except it wasn’t a loose dog. It was a good sized coyote, two miles from rural property in the heart of Turtle Creek, gazing down on the dog park, probably thinking a Llasa Apso looked like breakfast on the hoof. Interestingly enough, they have a hands off policy here. If the animal isn’t sick or aggressive, it’s live and let live. So that was my morning adventure. I think I’ll not take the dogs up to that dog park at day break.

And finally, an amazing woman with two amazing dogs. Check this out. I saw her compete with the Doberman at the DPCA Nationals in Denver. They were top twenty in the country. They didn’t win, but after you see this you’ll have to say who the hell cares, they’re awesome!

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May 12, 2008

Beautiful Mess

Filed under: corporate wankers, Bon Mots and Cheap Shots, Home Improvements — Wine Dog @ 7:51 pm

As everyone knows, I take requests. This came in via the Radical today.

Telecommunication tower in India

telephone-pole.jpg

Now, I can’t verify that it’s actually India, that’s what was represented, I’m sure our crack team of gentle readers can help get to the bottom of it, but for now, I’m going with India. Truth be told, I don’t have anything against India. As a matter of fact, I’ve heard that once you’re out of the cities, it’s an amazing place. I’d love for every country including our own to be prosperous and for everyone to be fed and educated and healthy. I have a friend who’s an entrepreneur. He’s got business in Southeast Asia and China. He also has a 100 years rule. You put one child to work, you beat one worker, you cut one corner, you break one rule in his contract and his company won’t do business with you for 100 years. Period. His business is there because he imports Goji berries and papayas and shit you can’t get here and have to get there. Not because he wants cheap labor. I don’t have a problem with that at all. My problem is sending our jobs away to third world countries because corporations don’t have to abide by the standards of our country.

I still have more rant in me from yesterday, but it’s time for some dog pictures…except the only good one I got of Rita, she’s standing over a silhouetted pile of dog crap. Lucky for me, the doves from last year are back, in the same tree, setting up dove housekeeping.  I dare say that is a remarkable picture of a dove’s ass.

I don’t know why it wouldn’t let me put a thumbnail there. Last year a fledgling left the nest a couple of months after I bought this place. I lost quite a few fledglings at the other place because they’d nest in the palm tree and it was way too far down for them. They’d fall out of the nest and ultimately die. Now they just have to deal with Rita barking at them…at 4:30…a.m.

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May 11, 2008

Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change

Worst Persons in the World

I love it when PBE gentle readers write in with requests. These requests are always accompanied by something that is guaranteed to make my head blow off. Dolpyngyrl is famous for this. One of my longtime gentle readers, Elizabeth sent in a link the other day. As a title officer, it’s my nature to research everything. Her link was to another blog, but like a jackass, I took it back to the source. And then my head exploded. This is a patent application, placed by Banner and Witcoff, Ltd in Chicago on behalf of Bank of America. Apparently they have some software that will assess foreign countries for risk factors when considering relocation options. In other words, they are going to run a country through their software to determine if the labor is cheap enough and the country is stable enough to outsource American jobs to that location. Rat bastards. But is doesn’t stop there. Here’s paragraph four and five of the Application:

[0004]Business entities have considered many solutions to improve employee

     attrition rates and decrease the financial strain of a competitive

     employee market. A typical American employee demands a high salary, good

     benefits, a good work environment, vacation time, and other job-related

     perks such as reimbursement for higher education. These job-related perks

     are expensive and may not be cost-effective for the business entity. A

     business entity is forced to commit significant resources to employ an

     American work force and may often find that the demands of American

     employees far exceed the allotted budget.
	[0005]A business entity facing budget issues may choose to employ a work

     force from another location. The option to relocate may be considered by

     both American and many foreign countries, especially those countries

     having a high cost of living and a demanding work force. A line of

     business faces many risks to relocate a portion or its entire workforce,

     including investing significant capital, time, and personnel. Further,

     the business entity may also consider many relocation options and each

     option’s characteristics before making the decision to relocate. The

     business entities often find that assessing a country as a relocation

     option is an arduous and risky task.

The ass clowns attorneys who wrote this work for Banner and Witcoff. On page three of their recruitment brochure, they boast of a:

  • Competitive compensation package
  • Performance bonuses
  • 401(k) Plan
  • Health, life, dental and disability insurance
  • Flexibile spending account for medical and dependant care
  • Reimbursement for:
    • Professional association fees
    • Marketing and professional development fees

I wonder if they have a “good working environment at Banner Witcoff? How about Ken Lewis? Do you think that corporate jerk-off ass clown has a “good working environment”? How about vacation? Bank of America, I’m bringing back the Worst Person in the World for Bank of America for general principles and Banner Witcoff for having the brass balls to put that on paper. You are an embarrassment.

I’ve been beating this drum for quite a while now. God knows the Bloodless Empire and Ted’s Excellent Title Adventure have taken a whoopin’ for outsourcing our jobs from me. Actually, let’s take a moment here to say hello to Santa Ana and Richmond, because they’ve been monitoring me for several months now. Hi guys. Yeah, I’m watching you watching me, watching you. As usual, I won’t give you enough to do anything about me. Carry on. The brother had a video clip embedded yesterday. I’m going to link because Wordpress has this funniness with embedded videos. Once I embed, I can’t type after it. So we’re fighting them there, so we don’t have to fight them here? Uh, maybe they’re already here. Maybe they’re the corporate wankers who have raided our country, and widened the gap between the rich and the poor essentially crushing the middle class. Maybe we are on the path to becoming a banana republic, wealthy landholders and the kitchen help. Who’s paying attention to what’s happening to this country? The last time we’ve had this sort of sweeping change was the 60’s and that was for the better. Are you better off today than you were 8 years ago? Probably not. It’s the economy stupid.

Google key search of the weak week

It’s been a slow week for google key word searches. We have the usual:

  • bunny ears
  • bunny ear templates
  • pink bunny ears
  • alliance title
  • munchenhausen syndrome

But this week we have a special new one. I don’t even know what I said to deserve it, but Godbless’em for finding us with this google search:

Cindy McCain drunk

Nuff said.

Rita’s world

I’m not sure what’s up with my puppy. She has had an acne break out of sorts, right where the buckle of her collar hits her neck. I hate not having a collar on my dogs, but I took hers off anyway. She’s tattooed back to the rescue, and it’s not like I wouldn’t search high and low if she went missing. Her neck is better this morning. I’m wondering if she’s allergic to the metal in her collar. I think that will be the first place I start to solve this. She’s found ways through the half fence several times yesterday and the day before. I think I have them all fixed now. Yesterday I went out to water the garden and she left me a dog present in the middle of my vegetable bed. Bad dog.

And happy Mother’s day to all the Mothers out there. The Brother is taking Miss Daisy to a local nursery for an annual event they have there. Plants. Not so much my thing.

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May 9, 2008

Got Brass in the pocket.

Filed under: Bon Mots and Cheap Shots — Wine Dog @ 9:15 pm

Y’all have probably figured out that I have a little bit of an eclectic musical taste. Yesterday I heard that Herb Albert donated $15 million to CalArts. Previously he’d given $30 million to UCLA. (He looks pretty good in the picture) Herb Albert and Jerry Moss were the A&M of A&M records. And Herb had that Tijuana Brass thing going. Sonofabun bought me two Herb Albert albums a couple of years ago that are framed and hang in my office, as a homage of a time when music was pure. The homogenized state of music today makes me twitch. I’m just happy there are acts like Big & Rich and Linkin Park out there making me still think when I listen. Herb has cut his own path all along, remaining a vibrant musical soul. Tonight, the Wine Dog raises a glass to Herb Albert and his commitment to music.

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May 8, 2008

Because something is happening here, but you don’t know what it is. Do you, Mister Jones?

Filed under: Coconut Telegraph, Rita the redheaded Doberman, Cycling — Wine Dog @ 8:09 pm
You raise up your head
And you ask, “Is this where it is?”
And somebody points to you and says
“It’s his”
And you say, “What’s mine?”
And somebody else says, “Where what is?”
And you say, “Oh my God
Am I here all alone?

There is something happening, but I don’t know what it is. I don’t think anyone knows full well what it is, or what it will be, there’s just something in the air. It’s not a full moon, but there’s been some howling at the moon. Rumor central is on fire. Buckle your seat belts gentle readers, I think we’re in for a bumpy ride.

Educating Rita

It’s a process. I left her out of her crate when I went to class Tuesday night. Apparently I didn’t close the pantry door completely and she fell face first into Beauregard’s dog food. Her little tummy, which is generally svelte was full. Way full. She left me a present in by the French Doors serving notice that she knew where she was supposed to go, she just couldn’t quite get there…lack of opposable thumbs and all. She has also decided that she doesn’t want to go into the crate during the day any more. Except she’s too much of a butthead to be left out, so we play this game every morning where I stuff a Kong full of peanut butter, pray it doesn’t run out onto my work clothes and coax her into the crate. When I get home she spins around like the Tasmanian Devil until I let her out of the crate, wherein she acts a lot like the Tasmanian Devil. I cut her loose to chase squirrels and watch as she explodes out the door. In the beginning she would patrol the yard for hours on end. Now, she runs the perimeter a few times, checks all of the trees and runs back in to see me. She doesn’t just check on me, she spins around and dances and loves on me. Then off she goes to patrol again, and back to check on me because I have become the center of her little dog world.

Bicycles Bicycles

I sold my Sirrius Comp last night. I got a decent price which makes me happy. I’ve been reading Dale Carnegie and I applied one of his principles during the sale. The principle was to validate the buyer’s concerns (essentially, Carnegie has another word for it). The guy was checking out the bike, we had an agreed upon number and he says “It’s really not in as good a shape as I had hoped it had been. The front wheel might be toast and I don’t know if this rear wheel is going to adjust or not.” Well, I don’t know crap about this stuff. What I do know is that I paid to have that bike serviced annually, even though I won’t be using the third year on the contract. So my response was “You know, maybe I shouldn’t be selling this bike right now. If it needs this work, I should really take it to the shop and have it done and then put it back on craigslist. It seems like the right thing to do.” Less than a minute later he said “I’ll take it” with no other discussion from me. Validate your buyer’s concerns.

How does your Garden Grow 

Every day there’s a new little plant coming in.  Sonofabun says they have rabbits up by is place.  God help the little bunny that comes and eats my lettuce.  One word.  Hassenpfeffer.  If I knew it would be this cool, I’d have planted a garden years ago.

And finally, I like fatcyclist.com, it’s a cool blog.  Unfortunately his wife has been fighting cancer for some time and things have just taken a hard turn south.  If you have a minute, check out this.   It sucks when cool people get dealt shitty cards.

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Everybody knows that the boat is sinking, Everybody knows that the captain lied

Filed under: Rant, Bush is a Moron — Wine Dog @ 4:27 am

I know I don’t usually scrape someone else’s stuff in here, but I read this column in the Chronicle on Friday. The Field Negro (one of the Wine Dog’s favorite blogs) linked to it on Sunday (when it appeared in his Sunday Philly paper) and I’m going to put it here just because it’s right along the line of what I’ve been saying:

America could use a little ‘tough love’ from leaders

Jay Bookman

Published on: 05/01/08

We Americans have a high regard for ourselves. We are — or so we tell ourselves — the richest, the most generous, the most powerful, the most peace-loving, the most productive, the most wise and most lovable nation on the face of the earth.

We also love politicians who dare to tell us all those wonderful things about ourselves. Like any people, we want to think well of our country and take pride in it, and we want leaders who take pride in it as well.

But there’s a difference between justified pride and illusion. Too many Americans seem to believe that our place in the world has been divinely ordained and thus permanent, when in fact it is the product of past sacrifice and wise choices. It can all be lost if we also lose the capacity to look at ourselves and our problems honestly.

For example, it is no longer true that we are the richest nation in the world. Quite the contrary, in recent years we have become the world’s biggest debtor nation. We are financing our prosperity in the manner of an old but declining aristocratic family, living beyond our means year by year by pawning off the assets earned by earlier generations.

But our leaders don’t dare to tell us that truth, because they know we wouldn’t take it well. Even as they acknowledge some minor current difficulties, most of our political and business leaders reassure us that our economy is still sound as a dollar. They don’t happen to point out that compared to the euro, the value of that dollar has declined by a third in just the last five years.

Yes, we remain productive, but that too cannot last if our government is too poor to invest sufficiently in our public infrastructure. Our roads, bridges, rail lines and ports are crumbling and insufficient in a modern economy, but we decline to tax ourselves to correct that situation. Our nation’s Highway Trust Fund — the main source of infrastructure investment — will be bankrupt by 2009, yet we refuse to increase gasoline taxes to replenish that account.

Officially, we tell ourselves we can’t afford it. But meanwhile we ship fortunes to oil producers overseas, where the money is put to such useful and productive purposes as building ski resorts in the Arabian desert.

There are no easy answers to $4 gasoline, but our leaders are nonetheless eager to offer a few. Some choose to bash the oil companies, as if they are at fault for our addiction to their product. Others suggest suspending the federal gasoline tax, which would slightly and temporarily ease our pain at the gas pump but do nothing whatsoever to cure the underlying disease.

President Bush, for his part, suggests drilling in Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, yet another seemingly pain-free solution. But we could drain the wildlife refuge of every single drop of oil it might hold and it would not lower the price of gasoline a nickel. Nor would it alter our strategic situation in any meaningful way.

Four hundred years ago, an English writer-philosopher offered great advice to a counselor to King James I. Always tell the king the truth, Sir Francis Bacon wrote in a letter to his friend. Tell the king what he needs to hear, not what he wants to hear.

“If you flatter him, you betray him,” Bacon warned. “If you conceal the truth of those things from him … you are as dangerous a traitor to this state as he that riseth in arms against him.”

A lot of things have changed since Bacon’s time. In this country, We the People are now king, but Bacon’s truth still applies. Those advisors and courtiers who flatter us also betray us.

Instead of flattery, we need honesty. We don’t need leaders to tell us how great we are, we need leaders willing to tell us that we’ve gotten ourselves into a bad mess and it’s going to take hard work, sacrifice and cooperation to fix it. The alternative is the decline of a great nation.

Or, as a writer-philosopher named Bob Dylan once put it:

“If it keeps on raining, the levee’s gonna break;

Some people still sleepin’, some people wide awake.”

And finally, also not my writing, check out what the Brother wrote the other day.

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May 7, 2008

Since everything is in our heads, we had better not lose them.

Filed under: Title Insurance — Wine Dog @ 5:15 am

What was I thinking? I forgot my good friends at ORI yesterday. Didn’t I do this last time too?

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Here’s the transcript of their call. Just reading through it makes it apparent why they’re in trouble. Al’s just wandering down the garden path looking at the daisies and all Hell is breaking out around him. They lost .08 cents per share, which is actually respectable, except they shut down their Southern California operations, with the exception of the Glendale (it was Glendale right?) office. Bill Foley has even gone on the record has to how Fidelity benefitted from that and Alliance’s collapse in Southern California. Nice job Al.

A day late and a dollar short, but just because she likes it when I mention her here. Happy Birthday Auntie!

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