Neuron Juice

Hey everybody, let’s talk about life. If you are reading this, chances are that you are alive. You probably like being alive. People go to work and build relationships because they want to improve their life. Here’s where things get dicey. Believe it or not, there are many people out there who don’t want other people to be alive. They actually like to take away other people’s lives. They are called murderers. Their ranks include Ted Bundy, Jeffery Dahmer, and Orenthal James Simpson.

Due to the existence of such individuals in our society, it may become necessary, if you want to preserve your own life, to possess some sort of object with which to damage another’s person in order to prevent them from damaging ours. Knives are one such method. Our kitchen at home has several very sharp knives of all different shapes and sizes that could be used to damage an intruder if they were to break into our home. In addition to knives in our home, we also have a large antique canonball which could be used as a weapon. In additon we also have hammers, a large chain, and a bat that could be used as a weapon. Bottom line? If you’re dealing with a murderer, you don’t want to be the only one without a weapon.

You know who loves jewelry?  My mother.  She loves those things.  You name it and she’s into it.  Princess cut diamond pendant – she likes it.  Emerald cut saphhire ring – she likes that.  Gold watch with encrusted diamonds – she likes that.  Basically if there is a piece of jewelry in the area, she is interested in it.

For a time when I was in college my parents had no kids and no pets and took up the hobby of just going to jewelry stores and buying stuff.  Stuff they had no need for.  Stuff that they could barely wear without feeling ridiculous.  One time my father bought this fancy ring that had diamonds and the such on it and he’d gotten this matching 18 carat watch and wore it out one day.  We harassed him so much that he returned it the next week.  That is to be expected though, my dad isn’t really a jewelry wearer, more of a buyer.  It’s also to be expected that he is going to be harassed when he looks like he’s in the mob.  We had to do it.  For the mob.  He was on the brink of giving them a very poor yet friendly reputation.

Although my dad never got into the mob, my mother has acquired somewhat of a collection, which is a win if you ask her.

One thing that is not ok is home remodeling in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. I am kind of an elitist. I don’t care if your home is falling apart, let it fall apart. That is what nature has intended for that home. Pennsylvania has really old homes, and I feel like in order to keep the structural and architectural integrity of that home, you have to let it fall apart. As much as I love home renovations, when the home is so old it is considered a historical site.

I have the same opinions of historical sites that I have of memorials and tombstones. If it is falling apart, let it fall apart. Let the memories fade into the past. We cannot remember everyone, and if they are forgotten in our every day lives, what are their memories going to do for us? I know it sounds harsh, but I really like the idea of things fading back into nature. It’s a circle of life philosophy, where we honor people until the things we honor them with go back into nature, and nature are living and organic memorials for war heroes and such. Also, memorials do nothing to help anyone. Plant gardens and trees to honor people.

Banks do a lot of things to avoid getting robbed. I bet I don’t even know half of the bank supplies they have that prevent robberies. I think they like to keep things like that a secret. If they keep them a secret, then it is harder to get around them when the robbers come. When the robbers come, if they don’t know everything, they have to try and think quickly on the spot, which makes them even more likely to mess up, make a mistake and get caught.

Banks have an extraordinary amount of bank supplies that are designed to prevent theft. For instance, a lot of bank bags have ink pouches in them. When the bag is opened by a thief, the ink goes everywhere and the money is ruined. Well, not ruined, exactly, but the robbers can’t really use the money after that because anywhere they would try and spend it would know that it had been stolen. More than that, any bank where they would try and deposit the money would REALLY know that it had been stolen. That would be bad.

Those bank supplies are a smart idea. That is all I’m saying.

…have you ever heard of them? Did you pick up their latest album? Of course not, because they don’t exist. They wuessed out and called themselves the Plain White T’s instead. Why? Because they didn’t have the kajones to call themselves the Plain White Bra Strap. You’ve got to be Stallone or Norris caliber tough to call yourself the Plain White Bra Straps. Even the Decorative Bra Straps is pretty hardcore.
The truth of the matter is that I don’t really know anything about bra straps. Why? Because I’m a dude, a man, a male, a Non-Female to use a more modern term. I’m glad I’m not a girl. Not because there is anything wrong with being a girl, but because it just looks like a lot of extra effort that I don’t have time for. I spend about 3 getting ready on the average day. You wanna know the main reason that I have a beard? Because it only needs a quick trim once a week, about 3 minutes of maintenance maybe… per week. If I shaved everyday, that’s about 7 times the amount of time per week. If you put bras and makeup and messing with your hair on top of that, I would hate it.

You know what would be a really cool Christmas present for the chef of your dreams? Well then I’ll tell you: a nice John Boos kitchen island. For real. Because if you live in the average American home today, even with all the attention to detail and niceties that include molding and ceramic tile and designer faucets, I bet you a hundred bucks, there just isn’t enough counter space in the kitchen to make the cook feel as if he/she isn’t going absolutely mad at times. Most architects, contractors and home builders are men and if this sounds entirely, ridiculously sexist then so be it. I know what I’m talking about. I’ve lived in a few places. They just don’t seem to comprehend one little fact: that you always need way more counter-space than you actually ever get. Even in upscale homes it is a problem. But I think there’s been enough of an outcry as of late that the situation is gradually improving. Until then, there are other solutions and a nice butcher block (on wheels even!) is one creative solution for your cook, whether that’s your husband,  your wife or your loveable, gourmet self. Merry Christmas to you!!

I have never been to Lake Tahoe, but let me tell you, I’m about two seconds from doing a Google search for Lake Tahoe vacation home rentals and heading out. It’s almost Christmas, but for some reason it doesn’t really feel like it to me. It snowed here today for the first time in weeks. Our temperatures here so far have been extremely moderate. Cold, but nothing that a good sweater can’t fix. But even now, most of the snow has melted. This is how winter in the Rockies is: it will snow in the morning and by noon most of it has melted. I don’t think that we will be getting a white Christmas here this year. Without the snow, it doesn’t feel like Christmas at all. I think I need to get away from the taunting of the weather and head to some place that is always sunny. Some place where I can just relax instead of worrying about work and dishes and meals. Oh please, oh please, can’t I just find one of those Lake Tahoe vacation home rentals, pick up my husband and go away? That sounds like the most appealing option I’ve thought of yet. Lake Tahoe, I need your sun!

There’s a lot of things that you can do to make money.  You can get a job but no one wants to do that these days, and even if you do want to do it you can’t anyways, so lets discuss other options like…trading.  Trading in my mind is one of the best ways to make money.  Stock trading, gold trading, silver trading, futures trading, etc.  You get to leverage markets which can be great assuming you leverage them the right way.  It’s kind of like surfing, if you’re on top of the wave it’s fun, but if you’re under it you may die.  See how that works?

Of course if you get on the wrong side of a market it won’t kill you, though the crash of Black Tuesday drove people to death, it didn’t directly kill them.  I guess that isn’t the best thing to bring up really in the discussion.  I mean the reality is if you stay on top of things you shouldn’t have that type of sudden collapse any time soon.

Trading kind of reminds me of a business startup in the regard that a lot of them collapse due to be under capitalized.  If you have enough capital, you’ll do fine more times than not, just don’t start without the right amount, you could be doomed from the start.

It’s funny how many different definitions the word “mint” has. I mean, there are several. Merriam-Webster says it only has a one, really, and that is the flavoring that is often put into food (they also list the food that is called “mint”, which is something different, but it’s kind of the same).

But there is also the U.S. Mint, which creates money and has nothing to do with food. It’s the creating of something metal, I believe, but I don’t know how to really describe it. I think that the terminology of a group of things created out of metal is fairly accurate, though.

But I wasn’t thinking about things made out of metal when I came across the page for Franklin mint cars. I was just thinking about the food when I saw the page. And then I was very confused. The Franklin mint cars are not food. They are not a type of food flavored like with a plant from the Labiatae family. They are cars, cast into metal. They are pretty cool cars.

But they are not food. I just thought that I should make the distinction in case there are other people out there that were confused. Now we know.

So I pack a lunch to work–it is a great thing to do, even if it does make me feel like I am a little kid who is still in grade school. I always try to pack things into that I would want the next day, but I have come to realize that it is pretty hard for me to predict the future, even when it is about me.

Maybe I will want a sandwich, or maybe I will want some HGH oral spray. There is really no way to tell, so I have kind of just stopped worrying about it. When I pull the lunch out of the fridge in the morning I cannot remember what it was that I put into it the night before. I do not even open it until lunch time for fear that I will not like it and then leave it at home. That is a whole other problem.

No matter what I have packed for myself, I can at least be assured that it is a little healthy. If I leave it at home because it doesn’t sound good then I will just become one of those guys who eats out everyday for lunch, and then I will obviously die of heart disease or something.