Yuppie Scum… Interrupted
So, the house fell through. Not my fault. I lost no money, blah, blah, blah.
But I’ve come to two conclusions: when buying a house, banks are your friend and realtors are dicks.
First, a little background. The house appraised for far less than I was paying for it. There was some question as to whether the appraiser was qualified for SF and the area, so that brought some level of vagueness into the picture. It was given a peer review at the appraisal company and still came in far under. Comps for the area made everything very questionable, making it seem almost a bargain. All sorts of conflicting data, but I need to be primarily concerned with resale value.
Let me explain the rest. The bank basically has the same interest as you: they will only float a loan as long as what you’re buying is deemed worth the price. This makes sense simply because if they have to foreclose, they do not want to loose money. Like, um, duh. Also, my loan agent is forthright and completely honest — a friend of a friend who I will recommend to anyone any day of the week. In a nutshell, she kicks ass.
Secondly, my realtor, who is supposed to work on my behalf, was lobbying me to buy something despite me having all evidence to the contrary. When things were falling apart today, all he could really offer me was “Oh, well, if you want to come up with the difference in cash, you can still buy it! You should consider that!” My response: “Oh, yeah, I’ve got a fucking money tree in the backyard with $65k ripe and ready to fall off. Um, are you fucking retarded?” Aside from that, he was offering up his own appraiser to the loan agent — without telling me. Oh, and prior to that, he tried to tell me the selling agent wanted to close early, when in fact he had a planned vacation and just wanted to collect his payday before his holiday. Nutshell: he wants to get paid, and basically had no interest in my long-term success, despite being my neighbor for the past 7 years!
Moving along… I’m gonna keep looking. My heart wasn’t in this place, so I’m just fine with the fall-out. I didn’t loose any money, and I will find the right place… as soon as I find a new realtor.
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In a completely unrelated topic, happy anniversary to Mike & Stacy. And special praise to Stacy for putting up with that crusty old fuck for a full year. 🙂
Wingnuts are Fun!
OMG. This is the funniest thing I’ve seen in ages — a comic depicting a bleak future run by liberals! (Ohhhh… scary!)
I mean, this is genius:
It is 2021, tomorrow is the 20th anniversary of 9/11. America is under oppression by ultra-liberal extremists which have yielded governing authority to the United Nations. It is up to an underground conservative group (known as F.O.I.L.) led by Sean Hannity, G. Gordon Liddy and Oliver North to thwart Ambassador Usama Bin Laden
Fucking Brilliant
First, a few quotes:
Never met a Democrat he couldn’t casually accuse of treason.
If she didn’t have tits, she’d be stuck writing at Townhall.com.
Bilious Minnesotans led by someone who nicknamed himself “Hindrocket.”
Site gives off a strong scent of roast pork.
…he’s described himself as a “law and order conservative” (code for putting blacks in jail) and praised torturing prisoners before executing them.
Death to Muslims! Death to Muslims! Death to Muslims! It goes on like that.
Darfur is an especially favorite topic, because it both shows Islam in a bad light and has the advantage of not having to actually do anything.
What’s this, you ask? It’s the Conservative Blog Taxonomy!
Yuppie Scum
I bought a house. It’s a perfectly adorable little 2 bedroom in Twin Peaks. Nice deck, garage, hardwood, stainless appliances, rock-solid inspection and earthquake bracing. It cost a small fortune, and I’ve been freaking out — totally freaking the fuck out — about it ever since. Can I afford it? How the hell will I move my boat anchor of a TV? Do I really need 7 years of Macworld back-issues? Will my neighbor in the building be a dick? Mostly it’s that first one — how the holy fucking hell am I going to afford this thing?!
It was very un-San Francisco. It was my first bid, I bid slightly under, and it was accepted. Pest is only $400 — I guess the average being about $5000 in SF.
I feel so, uh, ‘adult.’
Here’s a few pictures:
Quote of the Day
Direct. No foolin’:
“I was walking by at 8 or so. At for 4 I would be ok. How much did you drink?”
HOT KARL
Blumenthal in an op-ed over at Salon:
The sound and fury of Rove’s defenders will soon subside. The last word, the only word that matters, will belong to the prosecutor. So far, he has said very, very little. Unlike the unprofessional, inexperienced and weak Ken Starr, he does not leak illegally to the press. But he has commented publicly on his understanding of the case. “This case,” he said, “is not about a whistle-blower. It’s about a potential retaliation against a whistle-blower.”
If you’re in a lurch about what happened and when, he paints a detailed-enough picture. Whether or not Rove is fucked remains to be seen — but this thing is getting legs.
What’s curious is the press suddenly seems to be doing their job because, you know, THEY were lied to. Forget lying to the American public. Doesn’t matter. The almightly White House press corp has suddenly been personally dishonored — and, by golly, they’re not gonna stand for it! This says a lot about our press. Remember the epic Clenis epidemic of the 90’s had the same MO. Nary of any interest until “I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” Fucking prima-donnas…
Senior Journalistologist
bahahahahahahhahahaha… last night’s Daily Show:
Well, Bush has a real problem on his hands here, John. What honor should he bestow on Karl Rove?
George ‘Slam Dunk’ Tenet got us into Iraq on mistaken intel, he got the medal of freedom.
Condi Rice sees a memo warning Bin Laden determined to attack the United States, ignores it — BOOM — gets kicked upstairs to Secretary of State.
For a bungle this bad, I think we might be looking at Chief Justice Karl Rove.
I’m gonna miss Ted Hitler, er, Stephen Colbert…
Jail Bird
I’ve struggled with this over the past few weeks, weighing my loathsome distaste for Miller and her WMD-baiting and the whole journalistic protection thing, but I think Will Bunch nails it here:
That is why the ability of reporters to keep the identity of their true sources confidential is protected by shield laws in 31 states and the District of Columbia (although not in federal courts). Without such protections, the government official would not be able to report the wrongdoing of a president (remember “Deep Throat,” the ultimate confidential source?), nor would the corporate executive feel free to rat out a crooked CEO. The comfortable and corrupt could not be afflicted.
But the Times’ Judy Miller has not been afflicting the comfortable. She has been protecting them, advancing their objectives, and helping them to mislead a now very afflicted American public. In fact, thinking again about Watergate and Deep Throat is a good way to understand why Judy Miller should not be protected today. Because in Watergate, a reporter acting like Miller would not be meeting the FBI’s Mark Felt in an underground parking garage. She would be obsessively on the phone with H.R. Haldeman or John Dean, listening to bad gossip about Carl Bernstein or their plans to make Judge Sirica look bad.
In the run-up to the Iraq war, Miller — working with her “sources” inside the Bush administration and their friends in the Iraqi exile community like the discredited Ahmed Chalabi — wrote a number of stories that now seem meant to dupe the American people into to thinking Iraqi weapons of mass destruction were a threat.
Turns out, as you know, there weren’t any. When the Times looked back on the fiasco, it found that Miller wrote or co-wrote nine of the “problematic stories” on the topic.
And if Martha did it, why can’t Judy? Coming this fall, a new reality show: Judith “The Queen of All Iraq” Miller Felates LIVE with guest stars Ahmed Chalabi, Scooter Libby, Dick Cheney, and W himself for a full hour!
Titles
I was entering a contest over at the British Airways site, and was amused by the list of possible titles for ones name. All 203 of them. I’m quite sure I don’t know what half of them mean… and here I thought I was semi-worldly. Natch, I picked “Rear Admiral.” I’m all class, ain’t I?
Mr
Mrs
Ms
Miss
Dr
Herr
Monsieur
Hr
Frau
A V M
Admiraal
Admiral
Air Cdre
Air Commodore
Air Marshal
Air Vice Marshal
Alderman
Alhaji
Ambassador
Baron
Barones
Brig
Brig Gen
Brig General
Brigadier
Brigadier General
Brother
Canon
Capt
Captain
Cardinal
Cdr
Chief
Cik
Cmdr
Col
Col Dr
Colonel
Commandant
Commander
Commissioner
Commodore
Comte
Comtessa
Congressman
Conseiller
Consul
Conte
Contessa
Corporal
Councillor
Count
Countess
Crown Prince
Crown Princess
Dame
Datin
Dato
Datuk
Datuk Seri
Deacon
Deaconess
Dean
Dhr
Dipl Ing
Doctor
Dott
Dott sa
Dr
Dr Ing
Dra
Drs
Embajador
Embajadora
En
Encik
Eng
Eur Ing
Exma Sra
Exmo Sr
F O
Father
First Lieutient
First Officer
Flt Lieut
Flying Officer
Fr
Frau
Fraulein
Fru
Gen
Generaal
General
Governor
Graaf
Gravin
Group Captain
Grp Capt
H E Dr
H H
H M
H R H
Hajah
Haji
Hajim
Her Highness
Her Majesty
Herr
High Chief
His Highness
His Holiness
His Majesty
Hon
Hr
Hra
Ing
Ir
Jonkheer
Judge
Justice
Khun Ying
Kolonel
Lady
Lcda
Lic
Lieut
Lieut Cdr
Lieut Col
Lieut Gen
Lord
M
M L
M R
Madame
Mademoiselle
Maj Gen
Major
Master
Mevrouw
Miss
Mlle
Mme
Monsieur
Monsignor
Mr
Mrs
Ms
Mstr
Nti
Pastor
President
Prince
Princess
Princesse
Prinses
Prof
Prof Dr
Prof Sir
Professor
Puan
Puan Sri
Rabbi
Rear Admiral
Rev
Rev Canon
Rev Dr
Rev Mother
Reverend
Rva
Senator
Sergeant
Sheikh
Sheikha
Sig
Sig na
Sig ra
Sir
Sister
Sqn Ldr
Sr
Sr D
Sra
Srta
Sultan
Tan Sri
Tan Sri Dato
Tengku
Teuku
Than Puying
The Hon Dr
The Hon Justice
The Hon Miss
The Hon Mr
The Hon Mrs
The Hon Ms
The Hon Sir
The Very Rev
Toh Puan
Tun
Vice Admiral
Viscount
Viscountess
Wg Cdr
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