Posts Tagged ‘Money’

It Was An Honest Mistake, Quickly Corrected, But It DID Give Me Something To Talk About Today

April 30, 2019

One of the drawbacks of productive days is that “productive” isn’t necessarily the same thing as interesting.  So for most of the day I’d been drawing a blank on what to write about today, then I got the call that my car was ready to be picked up from the shop, so I tabled the matter and went to pick up my car.

“Just approve the amount and sign and you’ll be good to go!” the girl behind the counter told me.

I glanced down at the screen, then glanced back up at her.  “No,” I said simply because $925,480.47 was just a bit beyond the original estimate I had been given.

No . . . You Surely Aren’t (Part Two)

September 1, 2017

It would be inaccurate to say that Lala had a cavalier attitude toward money before she moved out, but now that she’s living in a self-imposed state of constant financial crisis, she has become intensely frugal to a degree that I occasionally find worrying, but understandable.  I didn’t realize how much her attitude toward money had changed though until I paid for her dinner out recently.

When the check arrived I didn’t think anything of it because I’m painfully aware of the cost of dining out in this area (which is why I prefer not to do it very often), but I saw Lala’s eyes widen at the cost of her meal, then she gasped out a horrified realization of something that I had known for the past three years or so:

“I’m no longer a cheap date!” she cried.

No . . . You Surely Aren’t (Part One)

August 31, 2017

To finally continue the story that I started on Monday, one of my major objections to Lala moving out was that I knew full well just how damn expensive everything is where I live, particularly when you’re living on your own.  At the time she tried to tell me that she thought it would help her better learn the value of money and how to better manage her finances.

While I felt those were important lessons, in this case I felt like she was proposing to learn them via the “sink or swim in a pool of razor blades” method, and “surely” she didn’t need to go to such extremes.

And in hindsight, I was surely and completely wrong about that, and it only took one recent meal to make that abundantly clear to me.

Who Can Tell? (Part Two)

October 7, 2014

And as much as I’d like to get snotty about that, truth be told, if I dropped several million of my money into a movie, and had to make a choice between not releasing a movie I knew was bad, or releasing it and getting a couple million back, well . . .

Suffice it to say that I’d be tempted too. Maybe I’d give in, and maybe I wouldn’t. Give me several million to work with, and I’ll get back to you on that. In the meantime, let me just say that while I wouldn’t be proud of myself if I knowingly released a bad movie, I’d be horrified if I ever realized I had unknowingly released one.

So how does that happen?

Who Can Tell? (Part One)

October 6, 2014

After far too many weeks of only having time and/or energy enough for brief thoughts at best, frequently in the form of quotes from other people, I finally have the capacity to do something more and . . .

The first thing that comes to mind is a quote.

That’s what you call irony.  (I’m still going to use that quote eventually, mind you, just not as my starter.)

Do you ever wonder why bad movies keep being made?  The short form is because they keep making money.  If a movie makes more money than it cost to make, it’s almost a certainty that someone will try to make another movie just like it, and at least some of the people involved in that movie will realize it’s a bad movie before it’s released.

Of course, an otherwise good script can be undone by bad acting, or editing, or any number of other missteps along the way to the finished product, so it’s forgivable if some people involved are surprised that the movie turned out bad, but I’m willing to bet that at least one person always knows they are about to release a bad movie.

So why do they release it?

In the hopes of making back at least a portion of the movie’s cost, of course.

Wait . . . Did That Sound Crazy To Anyone Else?

July 17, 2014

These days my hereditary frugality/cheapness usually restricts itself to a refusal to use the closest ATM because I find a two dollar processing fee “outrageous,” but today it found a new way to manifest:

“A ninety cent ‘International Transaction Fee,’ are you kidding me?!”

In This Case It Was Tree Branches . . . And I Chose “Before”

July 16, 2014

Sometimes the decision comes down to do you spend the money before something breaks . . . or after.

(This was actually from a while back, but I found it in my Drafts folder today and figured I’d go ahead and post it since the thought is of continuing relevance around here at the moment.)

The Bottom Line, So To Speak

June 20, 2012

Money is a powerful aphrodisiac. But flowers work almost as well.

Robert A. Heinlein

Money can be a powerful aphrodisiac, but consideration works better on the worthwhile ones.  Money as an aphrodisiac still has its uses, of course. In small doses it’s a spice; in large doses it’s a warning sign.

– Robert Alan