Too much time yesterday was spent in trying to work up enough rage to cremate a Keystone Pipeline story in the Washington Post. I'll get to it, but the mood this morning remains too mellow. It's probably the creature comforts as raw weather sets in.
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Years ago a friend gave me a shirt, a thick, bright red mixture of wool and coal-tar derivatives, and it is still the treasured wardrobe king from October through March. It is just out of summer storage.
I sadly observed that it is missing a button. I regretted that I had no appropriate replacement in the button locker. I declined to drive to town to purchase a card of usable buttons for $x.99. So I called up my econometrical spread sheet on my electric computer and computed a viable alternative.
Even allowing for electrical costs; even carefully considering wear and depreciation of the drill press and bit, it is an optimal fiscal solution. Thank you, Mr. Bernanke.
N.B. Should the chosen cent bear a date earlier than 1982, the AlGorerithms are significantly altered and you should go to town and buy a button.
2 comments:
Ahh, ye are a wise man.
But we all knew that, didn't we?
Next time the TP supply runs low, perhaps greenbacks will suffice?
When you coming out here and hunting? I know we have an unlimited supply of the venerable clay pigeons.
You're too kind, pardner.
Currency as wipe? Could be. We're both old enough to remember when lighting a smoke with a dollar bill made a funny cartoon gag because of its monstrous unthinkability.
Damn, but I wish there was a western jaunt in the picture this fall, but I'm afraid it isn't.
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