• Rant

    You ask me for a contribution

    I have the greatest clients. I hope my whole career goes like this. Today I buttoned down the world’s longest escrow. The first lender was an absolute assclown. This dumbass would go 10 days and all we’d hear was crickets. I’d call and say “Excuse Mr. AssKlown, how are we doing?” And he’s say the same thing he said 10 days earlier. This went on for 70 days until he finally quit/left/might have been fired and someone else in the office took over the file. In two days they told us the loan was declined, not because of my stellar client but because of their ignorant underwriting practices. So here…

  • Stuck on Stupid

    There’s someone in my head but it’s not me

    I’m on day three of a headache.  The list of things that haven’t helped include balm on my traps (believed to be the culprit) copious amounts of Vitamin (A)dvil, exclusion of God forbid, wine and a trip to the acupuncturist.  And it’s actually worse this morning.  Bad enough that I can’t even get too pissed off at anything.  I think it’s the result of a crappy pillow up in Sonoma, but I’m not ruling out anything. It could also be withdrawal from great cheese.  We got a lot of wonderful cheese last weekend in the Wine Country.  I love cheese.  I’m going to try and track down my Chiro today. …

  • Boycott Foley Family Wines,  Title Insurance

    Save the complaints for a party conversation

    FNF earnings soar in 2Q The Burgermeister must be thrilled. They shed a lot of blood but they got the Evil Empire back into the black. Ethics be damned! The Evil Empire earned 40 cents per diluted share up from 3 cents per share q2 2008. Orders increased 61 percent. Of those 61 percent, I wonder how many people actually chose to do business with them as opposed to the thousands who were illegally strong-armed into doing business with them because of pre-existing back room deals cut with unscrupulous banks. To me that’s the same mentality as a spurned spouse who continues to force themselves into somebody’s life after the…

  • Wine of the Day

    Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

    Wine Blogger’s Conference 2009 Last weekend, as in ending yesterday was the Wine Blogger’s Conference. It was held at the Flamingo Hotel, Spa and Resort in Santa Rosa, California. For the most part, the Flamingo did a pretty decent job, with the exception of the FUBAR internet connections. I had to leave two hours sooner than I would have because I couldn’t pull MLS listings in the morning on Sunday. If you’re going to invite bloggers, have internet. Simple stuff. Or not so much. Anyway, beyond that snafu, the facility was nice enough and the staff was helpful. Friday night had some events that I missed because LSI is a…

  • Title Insurance

    Pollution manifested in perpetual sound

    Miss me? Just got back from the Wine Bloggers Conference, 2009. Tomorrow there will be a full report of wine drinking and food and cheese and all things good and Sonoma and Napa. Today, I’m pissed off, and I know y’all love me when there’s a burr up my butt. This is why we must support AB 957. LSI. You pathetic bunch of losers. You are not qualified to be in the title business. LSI is what is wrong with the industry. Don’t know who they are? They’re another moronic division of the Evil Empire. Their website says they’re “Reliable, Innovative, Comprehensive, Accurate and Now”. Whatever the hell now means.…

  • Rant

    Banjos playing through the broken glass

    Some one, who will remain nameless, loves to taunt the Wine Dog.  I get emails all the time entitled “Toro, toro!”.  They’re always subjects guaranteed to enrage me.  She missed this one. Apparently the Alabama ABC decided that the Cycles Gladiators Wine’s logo was pornography and banned the sale of their wines in Alabama.  Actually, their logo is an art poster from 1895, created by the French artist G. Massias.  It says so on their website.  I thought when Bush & Co. left it was ok to like the French again.   I mean, really, they are so French.  So someone in Alabama complained.  I have to wonder what repressed backwoods inbred…

  • Cycling

    Don’t you wanna hear him call your name

    Anybody who tells you that real estate isn’t busy right now is a lazy bastard. It’s screaming busy if you chose to make it happen. So I have been a little remiss, but I also have to be in the correct headspace if it’s going to be a rant. And some asshats earned themselves a rant on Sunday morning. I met some gals at the LunaChix clinic a couple of weeks ago and we decided to go on loosely organized rides together. We all rode alone normally and every now and then it’s nice to ride with some people. Sunday we went on what was billed a ClimbFest. 07/20/2009 RouteFind…

  • Cycling

    Would you still remember me

    Today is the Vineman. While I know a lot of people competing today, I won’t be. Another guy won’t be. I knew him peripherally, not personally. I’ll never know him now. He was out on Camino Tassajara on a Friday evening ride, training for the Vineman. He was at a particularly dangerous curve, where drivers regularly speed in spite of botdots. The driver hit him, carried him on her hood, then swerved into oncoming traffic and smashed head on into another car with him on the hood. It was as bad as it sounds. Actually, worse, his wife worked at John Muir. You know what that means. It reverberated through…

  • Rant

    Your point of view is so medievil

    Some poor kid came to my door last week asking me to support Mark DeSaulnier’s run for Congress. She will probably never knock on this door again. I opened the door and she started her schpeel. Bubba and Rita were in the kitchen behind a baby gate. No, I will not support Mark DeSaulnier for his run for Congress, I’m supporting John Garamendi. You know John Garamendi doesn’t even live in the district. I don’t care if John Garamendi drove an Airstream through the District once in his life, Mark DeSaulnier will never get my vote. I’d write in the Mayor of Sunol first. The ballsy little thing wanted to…