This is why I love the Dope!
Boys…boys! Start your own Buffett thread if you wanna squabble.
Well, what do we have here…?
By the way, I thought of him as a flamingo’ed frat boy, but heard some of his more thoughtful stuff and changed my mind.
Today, I’m remembering how he spoke of hearing that John Wayne died:
Now on the day that John Wayne died
I found myself on the continental divide
Tell me where do I go from here?
Think I’ll ride into Leadville and have a few beers.
I think of “Red River” or “Liberty Valance”,
Can’t believe the old man’s gone…
But now he’s incommunicado
Leavin’ such a hole in a world that believed
That a life with such bravado
Was takin’ the right way home…
It’s 5:00 and my family members are hemming and hawing about dinner again. I made dinner last night! What do they want from me? It’s like they expect to have meals every damn day.
At least with humans, you can expect some (age and health permitting) to be capable of feeding themselves. I’m surprised my cats aren’t already trying to bully me into the kitchen for their evening canned goo, when their suppertime is still two hours away (I do try to keep them on a reasonably consistent routine even on weekends).
I don’t think my views would be welcome in the Buffett thread. Listen, I told you I was having an existential crisis.
I just figured that The Dissenting View is kind of a specialty of the house here…
But I know how you feel; so many self-styled “cultural icons” have been dying, and when I see tearful tributes to many of them I think “So? You sound like you’re crying, but when’s the last time you bought an album/movie ticket/book of theirs? Save your tears for the real visionaries, don’t waste them on pop phenomena.”
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By the way, I just got the “We have NOTHING to eat!”. I said “Huh, well, I’ll find something… for myself. Later.” Just walked into the kitchen to the sounds of successful scavenging.
I do not seek to squabble; however, when someone is wrong on the internet, it’s my sworn duty to whine about it.
It is, but so is mercilessly dumping on the dissenter. 
It’s a fair cop.
( … and objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are… )
Only September 2nd, and so much bitching already!
Here’s mine: I was peacefully reading a book on our porch today on one of our rare wonderful weather days of summer when I was rudely interrupted by a furious Mr. Romans. Why? Because today is the first full weekend of college football and he turned on the TV to find out that due to a spat between DirecTV and CBS, the game that he’d set to record on our DVR was Not Available, and he’d missed the entire first half.
Oops. He did find the rest of the game on an out-of-area CBS affiliate we have access to (in standard def). But DirecTV is skating on real thin ice here, especially after we had to buy a new TV that makes going to 100% streaming way easier.
So a big FU to DirecTV for pissing Mr. Romans off and wrecking what should have been a pleasant afternoon.
A running joke at one of my workplaces was “Lunch? You had lunch yesterday!”
I’ve worked at various organizations in my time, both academic and commercial. At one of the big commercial tech companies I once worked for, the running joke was that managers were all issued with official company piss-bottles, because who has time to go to the bathroom! I wasn’t a manager, though. I had a special title that meant “status of a manager, but doesn’t actually manage anything”. Meaning that I got to play with stuff that interested me, and required no piss-bottle. 
Needless to say, my academic life was far more tranquil, but my corporate life was much more adventurous and travel-intensive!
Thanks for posting that. I have it somewhere in my collection and have listened to it many times before, but since that YouTube soundtrack is right in front of my face, I’ve played it three times now. Buffett was a true artist.
mrAru has had an account with the Great Lakes Navy Federal Credit Union since he was in boot camp back in 1983. We have a single bank account because it has a retirement pay going in - when we move we will change that allotment to a local to Nevada bank.
My grumble is that while I love my Tiny Apex Predator [we call her Bunni] she likes to bring me live mice. I am happy she wants to share food with me, but she usually drops it on me so I scream and yeet it somewhere across the room. Then if she catches it and brings it back [or I don’t yeet it] it ends up getting taken and yeeted out a window.
I also had an NFCU account for many years. When I divorced my first wife, I left the account for her. NFCU is rated as one of the best CUs in the country.
Here’s my mini rant.
I live next to the Puget Sound and headed down to Las Vegas for 5 days at the tail end of Summer for vacation.
It rained most of the time I was there. Really hard.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Mother Nature has a rather twisted sense of humor at times, doesn’t she?
My lady and I tried signing me up for Credit Karma. It said there was an already an account associated with my social security number. It showed an e-mail address that #1 I’d never seen before, and #2 was a woman’s first and last name. We (mostly my GF) navigated the confusing help function and eventually got what seemed to be a human being who said they would report it to the fraud department.
Bad Karma…bad!