According to the powerful and attractive PK from Don’t Quit Your Day Job, this link dump should be Cinco De Mayo themed. It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard, with one big caveat – I have no flippin’ idea what Cinco De Mayo is. Wikipedia, help a brother out:
Cinco de Mayo (Spanish for “fifth of May”) is a celebration held on May 5. It is celebrated nationwide in the United States and regionally in Mexico, primarily in the state of Puebla, where the holiday is called El Día de la Batalla de Puebla (English: The Day of the Battle of Puebla). The date is observed in the United States as a celebration of Mexican heritage and pride, and to commemorate the cause of freedom and democracy during the first years of the American Civil War.
Now I can see why we’ve never heard of this day in Canada. We have no Mexicans. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, there’s obviously a few, but you Americans have all sorts of them. PK tells me it’s like St. Patrick’s Day, but instead of celebrating the Irish by getting completely wasted, they celebrate the Mexicans by getting completely wasted. Sounds like the exact opposite of a holiday I’d like.
There should be a holiday where we all sit around, eat pizza and chips, drink Slurpees and just listen as I pass on my pearls of wisdom. I decree it will be called Nelson Day, and we will celebrate it instead of Grandparents’ Day. There will be no presents, and it will be a somber occasion. After I lecture for the afternoon, I will choose one lucky young woman to be my mistress for the year. Many women will compete for this prize, but I will only pick one. (Sometimes two. Giggity.)
Song I Like And Therefore You Should Too
I have been listening to that stupid Call Me Maybe song for the last two weeks. I cannot stop. Can you guys plan some sort of intervention to help me kick this habit?
One of the guys from The Beastie Boys died a couple days ago, and I may have made a joke about it on the Twitter. I REGRET NOTHING. If I die an untimely death, I expect all of you to make bad jokes about it too.
Homer: How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?
Gambling Is Fun
The longer we go with this category, the more we all realize I suck at this. It was another 1-2 week last time, which is really hurting my chances to get back to respectability.
The over/under of the Blues/Kings game is 4.5, a total that’s just begging me to take the over. I’m also taking the under (8.5 runs) for the Texas/Cleveland game, since Yu Darvish is the best thing to come from Japan since kinky anime porn. Rounding out my picks will be Miami, minus the 8 points, as they should be able to easily punt the Knicks.
Overall record: 34-47-3
A Post You Might Have Missed
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, I wrote content that was both compelling and it didn’t make fun of anybody about anything… Yeah, that never happened. Still, I can dream.
I found something nice and controversial for this week’s old post. I’m not such a big fan of unions. In fact, I believe they’re a relic of years’ past. Go click through and leave an angry pro-union comment.
The More You Know
Two pastings from Wikipedia in one blog post? I’m pushing the boundaries of good taste, but I DON’T CARE.
During World War I, recruitment marches or snowball marches to Sydney were a feature of volunteer recruiting drives for the Australian Imperial Force in rural New South Wales, Australia. Between October 1915 and February 1916, nine marches were held starting from various points in the state; the most notable was the first march from Gilgandra, known as the Cooee march. There was also a similar march in south-eastern Queensland. In 1918, in an effort to promote recruitment, another march was staged, but this was less spontaneous and the marchers in fact traveled by train.
Random Australian aside: it turns out they don’t appreciate it when you ask them if a dingo ate their baby. The Aussies are clearly a miserable people, since that joke is hilarious.
Dirty Word In Words With Friends
New player Joelaw hit it out of the park, playing ‘feces’ with one of his very first moves. You’ve set the bar high Joe.
If you want all your non-sexual dreams to come true, my user is nelsmi.
Babe Loosely Related To Finance
It appears Facebook will start trading in a couple weeks. This means I finally have to put some thought into this week’s girl.
I’m not normally into chicks who work out a lot, because I’m already weak enough, I don’t need to ogle a girl who can kick my ass. But I went to wrestling on Friday night, so what the hell. Trish Stratus for your ogling purposes, gentlemen. I do enjoy the glasses look. Remember that ladies.
Time For Links
I’m going to give the much coveted top spot to the sexpots from Control Your Cash, who surpassed their usual excellence this week by taking a steaming dump on those work from home websites. I know it’s a good post when the first feeling I get after reading it is anger that I didn’t write it first.
Luckily for the squeamish of you, Darwin’s Money didn’t write about a vasectomy again. Instead, he talked about Shark Tank and why it’s a scam. I’m not sure it’s quite as bad as he does, but it’s an interesting read.
Don’t Quit Your Day Job thinks the efficient market theory is flawed. I think I got a little turned on when I read this post. I’m not sure what the author’s initials PK really stand for, but based on the quality of his posts, I’m going to assume they stand for Pretty Kick-Ass. (It works because of the hyphen.)
My internet girlfriend Young And Thrifty sold her blog to the jerks fine folks from My University Money. I will never forgive her for how she ended our awkward fling. Hussy.
My new internet girlfriend, Marissa from Thirty Sex Six Months, laments the death of a popular online magazine from its new corporate owners. Her post begs the question: should entrepreneurs sell their creation to big business, knowing big business may run it into the ground?
The nicest guy in the whole PF blog-o-net, Andrew Hallam, hates rising stock markets. If you’re still buying stocks, you should too.
This has little to do with finance, but screw it, I’m including it anyway. Melissa of Broke TO wrote an ode to living alone, which gave me the delightful mental image of Melissa’s bra on the kitchen table. I’m thinking it was a nice purple one.
I challenged the folks at Canadian Dream: Free At 45 to actually give people the nuts and bolts behind how they achieve such a high savings rate. I’ll leave it up to you to determine how well Tim delivered.