On a mission to buy stuff
Some people have really cool jobs. The two lads from Canadian Pickers have a nice van, lots of cash, and an open invitation to explore other people’s stuff (what some call junk, but it’s all in the eye of the beholder). They even get to buy some of that stuff, and carry it home. A great trade: plastic bills in return for just about anything, (as long as it has been pre-owned and comes with a pedigree.) OK, I wouldn’t need as many Coke buttons as they seem to find important, and old oil cans are just that. But some of the other stuff. If I started listing, I’d blow the word budget.
The municipal election war has had a full weekend to pick up wind power, and the Little Guy doesn’t like to be criticized. The debt load isn’t out of control, and the unions are always wrong. There you go. The whole campaign in one sentence. We have another forty days to go, and unless the magnetic poles suddenly shift we’ll come out with the same noisy fellow on our news program, but in between there should be a few good insults.
No accounting for what some people will buy. Although the ink isn’t dry on the agreement, a financial group has made an acceptable offer to buy Blackberry. Not “a Blackberry”; the whole shebang. The company just handed out pink slips to 4500 employees, and have decided to get out of the consumer market. My tablets are officially orphaned (I knew that would happen). Still, it leaves me wondering what’s left.
