Early this year, someone I haven't talked to in eight years called me out of the blue with a “business deal.” Curiosity got the better of me, and I spend most of a day talking to X about his proposal. It was odd—he was planning on taking out a loan against his house, but because he was self-employed, and his (then pregnant) wife was bumped down to part time, he was unable to get a loan of the amount he wanted. But if he got a co-signer, then he could get more than he was asking for.
And that's where I came in. He wanted me to co-sign the loan, and any excess money over what he wanted (negotiable) would come to me. Even if he defaulted, I wouldn't be on the hook because the house was worth more than the loan in any case. There was simply no “down side” to this (his words). No risk at all.
We would then use the proceeds of the loan to “invest” in Bitcoin. I told X back then that I felt it was a bubble, that I didn't know much about it, and what I did know didn't make me feel confident about it, especially the insecurity of the various Bitcoin exchanges [and to further pour salt onto the wounds, at the time, Bitcoins were worth $2,000.00 and as of today, they're worth $11,679.00. —Editor] [Yes, but the markets can remain irrational longer than you can remain solvent, and I didn't see you buying any at the time. —Sean] [Touché —Editor].
It also turns out I wasn't the first person he asked about this. X just couldn't understand why anyone would pass up such an opportunity.
I ended up passing on the opportunity. Even though I tend to view “good credit” as a means of going into debt faster, I didn't want to put my financial health (such as it is) on the line for a rather dubious sounding proposal.
I'm only bringing this up today because I heard, through a third party, what happened to X over the past few months. I haven't been able to verify this but I do trust the source.
It seems that over the past few months he grew more paranoid and irratic. He (and here the story gets a bit garbled) built? some sort of bubble machine and was trying to sell it to Disney. He spent over a month at a hotel in the Orlando area (I don't recall if it was on the Disney property or not) and eventually barricaded himself in the room with several video cameras providing coverage of the immedate area. It took a SWAT team to pull him out and in the end, he was committed to a facility under the Baker Act. His wife took their kid and disappeared, no one knowing where she went. Not even X's family knows where she is.
And that's that. A rather bizarre end to a bizarre “business deal.”
Yorick smoking a celebratory cigar after finally getting around to it.
“Sorry I was late to the meeting, but the firemen wouldn't let me in the building for some reason … ”
Nothing quite like showing up to work at The Ft. Lauderdale Office Of The Corporation during a fire alarm.
The fire alarm today was indeed a real fire alarm not a test. The alarm was due to a faulty smoke detector.
It's going to be a long day …
It's still a long day.
Now there's construction going on in the office one floor up. Either that, or some firemen are still trying to rescue people from a nonexistent fire.
- Jen Miller <XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX>
- Research on Mattresses
- Mon, 4 Dec 2017 09:13:34 -0800
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In that article, I noticed that you cited a solid post that I’ve read in the past:
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I swear, my pagerank must be increasing or something, because I'm getting a lot more of these types of email lately. And it's clear the sender never bothered to look at the page as the page in question isn't even a blog post. It's from way in the past—October of 1998, to be exact (and I know that because this page caused Welcome Wagon International, Inc. to send a “cease and desist” letter to my previous host for violating their copyright, thus forcing me to register my own (and still current) domain).
http://www.slumberland.com/ link on the page was actually linking to Wendy Dunlap's homepage and not
to a matress company.
To tell the truth,
I would be surprised if any of the links on that page work—even the link to me (where my last name is mispelled “Connor”) points to a non-existant domain
(which wasn't even correct when I mirrored that page in October of 1998).
The only reason that page is still here is because “cool links don't change”
and I was doing the smooth transition from the old host to new one.
I had forgotten that page even exists.
And as for what ASG-X actually was, will have to wait for another time.
I don't even bother with searching, instead I prefer to hit the “surprise me …” link. As Douglas Adams once said, “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
- John Hawthorne <XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX>
- follow up
- Tue, 5 Dec 2017 05:02:45 +0000
Just a quick follow up in case you’ve missed my email. If you’re short on time right now — no worries. I won’t bug you about it again. I forgot to mention in my previous email that you may republish my work if you prefer.
The email continues with a quoting of his previous email.
This is something else I've noticed with this type of spam—follow-up messages when I didn't respond. I guess it works (or they wouldn't bother with it), although now I'm thinking I should update the post in question with a link to this entry just to see what happens.
Now that I think about it, it seems strange that Clark would even consider using a phone booth for changing into Superman. They aren't known for being all that spacious (unlike British police boxes) and they lack any sense of visual privacy.
And yet, here we are, Clark in mid-change.