Housing Bubble, credit bubble, public planning, land use, zoning and transportation in the exurban environment. Specific criticism of smart growth, neotradtional, forms based, new urbanism and other top down planner schemes to increase urban extent and density. Ventura County, California specific examples.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Spiff is crashing
Calvin: I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius. Hobbes: What's misunderstood about you? Calvin: Nobody thinks I'm a genius.
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I don't believe it.....
I found $100!
On my jog this morning I saw some money next to this black car parked outside of the Wells Fargo branch I used to use. It wa=s a $100 bill! I figure it might have belonged to the guy driving the car so I memorized the license number. Sometime soon I’ll ask around to see if anyone lost a hundred dollars because it wouldn’t be right to take someone;s $100. They might need it more than me.
But later I stopped at Target and decided to go in. I’ve been kind of depressed lately and I think its because I’m not drinking as much wheatgrass juice as I should be. So I bought a juicer. I probably shouldn’t be spending the money, but if I can find my own wheatgrass i can make a shot of jiuce for about a dollar. Loosing money isn’t the best idea, but saving money is always smart. If I find the guy who lost the hundred dollars, I’ll just wait uintil I pay back everybody else and give it back to him then.
But my wife wasn;t happy about the juicer AT ALL! She wants me to return it and pay her credit cards so we can negotiate the the interest rate. I’m going to think about it. Meanwhile I got on the web to look for sources for sweet wheatgrass. My browser crashed so I had to redownload it. Then I spent an hour reinstalling all the plugins. So after my nap (didn’t get much sleep last night AND jogged this moning!) I spent another hour searching for wheatgrass. I found a place about 20 miles from here, so after I get up at 5 am tomorrow (See, I AM getting my priorities back together again!) and go to the gym I think I’ll go there tomorrow a.m. first thing.
If I can get a friend to loan me the money, I might stock up on wheatgrass from that store and on some oranges from the organic market and make juice to sell around the neighborhood. Might be a good way to get some rent money and keep my mind focused on impportant stuff!
The frenzy of opening mail and blogging has been getting to me lately so I took a nice 3 day weekend to connect with my maker and try out some new stress relief exercises. I also need some "space" from Galina and all her questions about our financial future so I took off to my parents house (they are away for the weekend-free food!).
I jumped on my little sisters trampoline, took a nap, prayed to my maker (I fasted during all this for two hours). I napped some more, then ran to JJ for a wheat grass shot to break my fast.
The help moderating the blog is really working out well, my busy work schedule has been reduced to practically nothing. All of my supports will be happy to hear that I am refreshed and ready to open more mail and blog!
This weekend was time to relax and enjoy sweet moments with friends and family. On Saturday the family bought a trampoline. Since we did not want it at the house we put it in the backyard of one of the properties. It was sweet. I jumped around and it was awesome. While jumping I thought about my time on Earth. 24 years is a long time, y'know? I kept bouncing up and down and G took my picture. That was sweet. As I kept bouncing I was more worried about getting more sleep than I was any debts that I owed. Sleep is good, it's helpful to the body and helps me stay young and cute. G tells me all the time that I could be a model but I ignore it. I am not a model, I am a real estate investor endowed by God to make sweet deals! The world is like my oyster. If a mistake is part of life, I will continue making them!
So I am done bouncing up and down. G and I go down to Starbucks. We get some sweet Lattes. A strange thing happened when driving the Jetta (gotta get that checked). The sweet rims kept making a weird noise. I couldn't figure it out but people were staring at us as we drove down the street. This was not a sweet sound and it has me worried.
We get to Starbucks and we discuss our Friday night fun. What's great is we spent time together and spent NO money (the budget spreadsheet will note this soon). We were having some fun on the Internet looking up sites and I showed G all my press. We laughed at some haters on this one site and it was awesome! Good to see that I have fans even if they might be the same person.
As we sit there some guy is eyeing G. He's checking her out and typing onto his computer. I don't like this at all! Nobody eyes my little wife. So I stare him back down and he smiles at me. I realize he is eyeing me!!! He winks at me and I get tense. What would Jesus do in this situation? I would hate to hurt that guy's feelings. I know I am all that but I just don't swing that way, if you know what I mean. After all, I am a famous dude.
After ten minutes of sitting there I blurt out, "WHAT?" He smiles and says "You're that Casey dude, right?" I walk over to him and introduce myself. I am thinking, these gay guys have loads of disposable income, maybe he'll buy my houses. So we talk. G looks really annoyed almost jealous sitting there by herself. I hate to see her hurt because I know it will ultimately lead to a fight. I hate to fight with G.
I am now engaged in a serious discussion with this gay guy. He seems nice enough. He tells me I am much better looking in person and that I should get my hair styled. I laugh nervously and ask if he knows of my situation. He says yes and pulls up the website. I then go into pitching mode. I wanted to be the salesmen those haters say I will never be. He asks about two of the properties and I say they are great and a bargain! He then notices an entry on the blog where I discuss the foreclosures. I tell him that's not a problem, I can get the bank to do anything. They love me and do not want to loose. He starts to change the subject and ask me if I liked to experiment. I say experimentation is good for entrepreneurs like myself, so maybe. I start to feel queasy just like I do when I don't get enough sleep. I change the topic and do my best sales job ever! He tells me no thanks and walks off.
Why do these people not see the sweet deal in my homes? He obviously was more interested in my boyish looks than my homes! Maybe I could have experimented with him, but I have a mission from God to do the right thing. No selling out or taking the easy way out when it comes to paying back my debts.
I walk back over to G and she ignores me and demands to go home. We argue and I head to the car. I forget my double mochacino peppermint double mint cocoa flavored latte. I am pissed! I sit in the car mad as can be. G finally comes to the car but she slams the door and won't look at me. I am not so mad at her for me trying to make sweet deals but I don't like her hurting my sweet ride! She forgets, the bank owns the Vdub until I pay them back.
We get home she runs up to the room and slams the door. I go to my room and slam the door. I am to tired to moderate so I got to bed at 4pm. Jumping around on a trampoline and making swweet deals are hard hard work.
On Sunday I wasn't much of an early riser. I slept on the hard floor in my office. G locked the door and wouldn't let me in. I see her at breakfast and we talk. All is good so afterwards we retreat to the room and go back to sleep.
That was my weekend. It's tough being me. Lots of sweet deals, sweet rides and sweet trampolining.
I will worry about my creditors next week. I've gotten a few calls but I just send them to voice mail.
I’ve been opening so much mail lately, I’m worn out. Man, I think I have Carpel Tunnel Syndrome from all this mail opening, or maybe it’s all the jacking off.
G. said “No Credit Limit, No Sex Deal” I think she means it this time. How can it be that time of the month, everyday of the month? Sounds like a “Fishy” deal to me.
I figured out that all the “Haters” that have been commenting on IAFF are actually “Spambots”.
Spambots, No Deal!!
BTW: I will be putting everything aside for the next seven days while I nap in honor of Presidents Day Week.
Readers ask me, "Casey how do you do it?" Some are nice and others just hate to be negative. As you guys know I hate haters and negativity. This is why I am 2.2 million in debt. If I walked around feeling negative, I'd be a looser.
I do all this because I am brilliant. I am one smart man and God made me this way. Galina told me this just the other day when we were playing on the trampoline. When I was jumping high up, I felt on top of the world. Did I ever tell you guys my favorite movie of all time is Titanic. I enjoyed how that Leo DeCaprio dude was a smart kid with a dream and he got to be on top of his game. Now G and I will watch that movie over and over. Once the ship hits the ice, I turn it off. I can't deal with negativity. In my life, prayer solves all. My moms taught me that.
So Galina tells me how special I am and how I pull things out of thin air. I am like the entrpreneurial Hoodini and I am that good. Look at this past week. I made $1500 for doing nothing. It's what I tell you guys that passive income is where it's at.
So my new plan is to buy properties, stop making payments and get the lender to give me $1500 per property. They get my rights, I get paid. This plan will allow me to do the following:
* Use the powers of sleep and prayer to build my powers of persuasion. * These powers will allow me to magically convince lenders to giv...loan me money. * Buy these sweet homes and get cashback deals built in so I have cashflow for sweet deals. * Spend the coming months sleeping all day, eat at Macaroni Grill and do sweet deals at Jamba Juice and Starbucks. While I do this, I waith for the loan companies to wake up out of their trances and give me a redemption offer.
This will allow me to reach my sweet goal of $5000/month passive income. What could be more awesome than doing nothing and making sweet cash?
Once I prove my theories work I will write a book and mentor the world to be like me!
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I don't believe it.....
I found $100!
On my jog this morning I saw some money next to this black car parked outside of the Wells Fargo branch I used to use. It wa=s a $100 bill! I figure it might have belonged to the guy driving the car so I memorized the license number. Sometime soon I’ll ask around to see if anyone lost a hundred dollars because it wouldn’t be right to take someone;s $100. They might need it more than me.
But later I stopped at Target and decided to go in. I’ve been kind of depressed lately and I think its because I’m not drinking as much wheatgrass juice as I should be. So I bought a juicer. I probably shouldn’t be spending the money, but if I can find my own wheatgrass i can make a shot of jiuce for about a dollar. Loosing money isn’t the best idea, but saving money is always smart. If I find the guy who lost the hundred dollars, I’ll just wait uintil I pay back everybody else and give it back to him then.
But my wife wasn;t happy about the juicer AT ALL! She wants me to return it and pay her credit cards so we can negotiate the the interest rate. I’m going to think about it. Meanwhile I got on the web to look for sources for sweet wheatgrass. My browser crashed so I had to redownload it. Then I spent an hour reinstalling all the plugins. So after my nap (didn’t get much sleep last night AND jogged this moning!) I spent another hour searching for wheatgrass. I found a place about 20 miles from here, so after I get up at 5 am tomorrow (See, I AM getting my priorities back together again!) and go to the gym I think I’ll go there tomorrow a.m. first thing.
If I can get a friend to loan me the money, I might stock up on wheatgrass from that store and on some oranges from the organic market and make juice to sell around the neighborhood. Might be a good way to get some rent money and keep my mind focused on impportant stuff!
Would he really sell it around the neighborhood?
Dealing with stress
The frenzy of opening mail and blogging has been getting to me lately so I took a nice 3 day weekend to connect with my maker and try out some new stress relief exercises. I also need some "space" from Galina and all her questions about our financial future so I took off to my parents house (they are away for the weekend-free food!).
I jumped on my little sisters trampoline, took a nap, prayed to my maker (I fasted during all this for two hours). I napped some more, then ran to JJ for a wheat grass shot to break my fast.
The help moderating the blog is really working out well, my busy work schedule has been reduced to practically nothing. All of my supports will be happy to hear that I am refreshed and ready to open more mail and blog!
MY WEEKEND LOG
This weekend was time to relax and enjoy sweet moments with friends and family. On Saturday the family bought a trampoline. Since we did not want it at the house we put it in the backyard of one of the properties. It was sweet. I jumped around and it was awesome. While jumping I thought about my time on Earth. 24 years is a long time, y'know? I kept bouncing up and down and G took my picture. That was sweet. As I kept bouncing I was more worried about getting more sleep than I was any debts that I owed. Sleep is good, it's helpful to the body and helps me stay young and cute. G tells me all the time that I could be a model but I ignore it. I am not a model, I am a real estate investor endowed by God to make sweet deals! The world is like my oyster. If a mistake is part of life, I will continue making them!
So I am done bouncing up and down. G and I go down to Starbucks. We get some sweet Lattes. A strange thing happened when driving the Jetta (gotta get that checked). The sweet rims kept making a weird noise. I couldn't figure it out but people were staring at us as we drove down the street. This was not a sweet sound and it has me worried.
We get to Starbucks and we discuss our Friday night fun. What's great is we spent time together and spent NO money (the budget spreadsheet will note this soon). We were having some fun on the Internet looking up sites and I showed G all my press. We laughed at some haters on this one site and it was awesome! Good to see that I have fans even if they might be the same person.
As we sit there some guy is eyeing G. He's checking her out and typing onto his computer. I don't like this at all! Nobody eyes my little wife. So I stare him back down and he smiles at me. I realize he is eyeing me!!! He winks at me and I get tense. What would Jesus do in this situation? I would hate to hurt that guy's feelings. I know I am all that but I just don't swing that way, if you know what I mean. After all, I am a famous dude.
After ten minutes of sitting there I blurt out, "WHAT?" He smiles and says "You're that Casey dude, right?" I walk over to him and introduce myself. I am thinking, these gay guys have loads of disposable income, maybe he'll buy my houses. So we talk. G looks really annoyed almost jealous sitting there by herself. I hate to see her hurt because I know it will ultimately lead to a fight. I hate to fight with G.
I am now engaged in a serious discussion with this gay guy. He seems nice enough. He tells me I am much better looking in person and that I should get my hair styled. I laugh nervously and ask if he knows of my situation. He says yes and pulls up the website. I then go into pitching mode. I wanted to be the salesmen those haters say I will never be. He asks about two of the properties and I say they are great and a bargain! He then notices an entry on the blog where I discuss the foreclosures. I tell him that's not a problem, I can get the bank to do anything. They love me and do not want to loose. He starts to change the subject and ask me if I liked to experiment. I say experimentation is good for entrepreneurs like myself, so maybe. I start to feel queasy just like I do when I don't get enough sleep. I change the topic and do my best sales job ever! He tells me no thanks and walks off.
Why do these people not see the sweet deal in my homes? He obviously was more interested in my boyish looks than my homes! Maybe I could have experimented with him, but I have a mission from God to do the right thing. No selling out or taking the easy way out when it comes to paying back my debts.
I walk back over to G and she ignores me and demands to go home. We argue and I head to the car. I forget my double mochacino peppermint double mint cocoa flavored latte. I am pissed! I sit in the car mad as can be. G finally comes to the car but she slams the door and won't look at me. I am not so mad at her for me trying to make sweet deals but I don't like her hurting my sweet ride! She forgets, the bank owns the Vdub until I pay them back.
We get home she runs up to the room and slams the door. I go to my room and slam the door. I am to tired to moderate so I got to bed at 4pm. Jumping around on a trampoline and making swweet deals are hard hard work.
On Sunday I wasn't much of an early riser. I slept on the hard floor in my office. G locked the door and wouldn't let me in. I see her at breakfast and we talk. All is good so afterwards we retreat to the room and go back to sleep.
That was my weekend. It's tough being me. Lots of sweet deals, sweet rides and sweet trampolining.
I will worry about my creditors next week. I've gotten a few calls but I just send them to voice mail.
Posted 2 days ago (guessing I was deleted)
*** Realty doesnt stand for Tao now does it?
Anyone else wondering this? Did they buy any rights to his properties?
Casey said...
I’ve been opening so much mail lately, I’m worn out. Man, I think I have Carpel Tunnel Syndrome from all this mail opening, or maybe it’s all the jacking off.
G. said “No Credit Limit, No Sex Deal” I think she means it this time. How can it be that time of the month, everyday of the month? Sounds like a “Fishy” deal to me.
I figured out that all the “Haters” that have been commenting on IAFF are actually “Spambots”.
Spambots, No Deal!!
BTW: I will be putting everything aside for the next seven days while I nap in honor of Presidents Day Week.
dear god,
funniest comments of all times, I want to thank you asses for the hernia.
Agreed. Mel. That’s why I want to save the best of to my blog about a blog site....
What keeps me going and my new plans
Readers ask me, "Casey how do you do it?" Some are nice and others just hate to be negative. As you guys know I hate haters and negativity. This is why I am 2.2 million in debt. If I walked around feeling negative, I'd be a looser.
I do all this because I am brilliant. I am one smart man and God made me this way. Galina told me this just the other day when we were playing on the trampoline. When I was jumping high up, I felt on top of the world. Did I ever tell you guys my favorite movie of all time is Titanic. I enjoyed how that Leo DeCaprio dude was a smart kid with a dream and he got to be on top of his game. Now G and I will watch that movie over and over. Once the ship hits the ice, I turn it off. I can't deal with negativity. In my life, prayer solves all. My moms taught me that.
So Galina tells me how special I am and how I pull things out of thin air. I am like the entrpreneurial Hoodini and I am that good. Look at this past week. I made $1500 for doing nothing. It's what I tell you guys that passive income is where it's at.
So my new plan is to buy properties, stop making payments and get the lender to give me $1500 per property. They get my rights, I get paid. This plan will allow me to do the following:
* Use the powers of sleep and prayer to build my powers of persuasion.
* These powers will allow me to magically convince lenders to giv...loan me money.
* Buy these sweet homes and get cashback deals built in so I have cashflow for sweet deals.
* Spend the coming months sleeping all day, eat at Macaroni Grill and do sweet deals at Jamba Juice and Starbucks. While I do this, I waith for the loan companies to wake up out of their trances and give me a redemption offer.
This will allow me to reach my sweet goal of $5000/month passive income. What could be more awesome than doing nothing and making sweet cash?
Once I prove my theories work I will write a book and mentor the world to be like me!
hysterical.
-magyar lany
Dolph,
Brilliant. Will miss your blog.
Thanks Anon. I will always post my thoughts here. I plan to get back into my snarky mode soon.
If I bring it back, it will not be the same aesthetically (for many reasons - most of which involved time) but it will be the same snarky commentary.
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