I recently read about a guy in Canada who traded like no man has traded before. He started with a single red paper clip. From that to a fish-shaped pen. Then to a smilie face door knob. Then a camping stove. Then a generator. Then a party package with a keg, neon budwizer sign. From that to a snowmobile. From snowmobile to an all expence paid trip to Yahk, Canada. That got him a 1995 Cintas van. A musician traded that for a recording contract and album publicity. That was sold to a woman in Phoenix for a one year lease on a home. He hopes to end up with a whole home, free and clear.
I think that's a great idea, but anyone could do that. So I think I will go the other way. I think I will try to start with a house, then trade my way down to a red paper clip. In fact, I could probably even make it in one step. That's way better than all of the steps that one guy made.
Oh, I can see the publicity now...
Friday, April 21, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Fowl Play...
I wasn't planning on blogging about this, but the name was just too...well...double entendre.
My mother traveled north to attend her father's funeral. Upon a solemn return she found a gruesome sight. My bird, named Einstein, was brutally slain. The culprit and method remains a secret that only a dead bird could tell.
Einstein was held in our enclosed porch patio. Our cats were prime suspects, but unless they can fit through a window screen or open doors, they are clear.
My brother-in-law was in charge of the bird during my parents absence. We don’t think he is a sadistic psycho animal torturer, but that hasn’t been ruled out yet, either. Pets and small children do cower in his presence...
According to our crack CSI crew (mom) the blood came out of Einstein from both ends. The blood was all over the room. Also, the blood was of a rich dark color, indicating a wound from a major artery. No saliva and semen were found on the scene.
Aside from creating some cool graphics, not much progress has been made. But this we do know, the causes of death were anything but natural. It’s almost as if someone used him as a baseball. That would truly make it fowl play.
If you or anyone you know has any information that may lead up to an arrest in the case, please, contact the correct authorities.
My mother traveled north to attend her father's funeral. Upon a solemn return she found a gruesome sight. My bird, named Einstein, was brutally slain. The culprit and method remains a secret that only a dead bird could tell.
Einstein was held in our enclosed porch patio. Our cats were prime suspects, but unless they can fit through a window screen or open doors, they are clear.
My brother-in-law was in charge of the bird during my parents absence. We don’t think he is a sadistic psycho animal torturer, but that hasn’t been ruled out yet, either. Pets and small children do cower in his presence...
According to our crack CSI crew (mom) the blood came out of Einstein from both ends. The blood was all over the room. Also, the blood was of a rich dark color, indicating a wound from a major artery. No saliva and semen were found on the scene.
Aside from creating some cool graphics, not much progress has been made. But this we do know, the causes of death were anything but natural. It’s almost as if someone used him as a baseball. That would truly make it fowl play.
If you or anyone you know has any information that may lead up to an arrest in the case, please, contact the correct authorities.
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