Monthly Archives: October 2011

Trauma Review

This game came with the Humble Bundle package. Holy-shit, holy-shit, holy-shit. It’s scary like your lost dead uncle that haunts you. I refuse to finish this game, but I can say it’s the closest to the something I would categorize as an art game. Some people will love this game, most will hate it. I happen to hate it and it’s strange abstractions. So what is it? Basically it’s a Freudian adventure into the psyche of an injured woman, this woman is one crazy bitch, and it’s not just her voice that indicated it. That being said, I guess it is a unique game and the unique vision of one artist but I could not appreciate it. Call me someone who does not understand, I would call myself someone who understands and is scared the shit because he does.


Investment Bankers Have No Soul

Investment bankers and hedge fund managers don’t usually risk their own money, they bet with other people’s money. They aren’t stupid and they know risk is better taken by someone else. It’s a win-win system for them. When they make returns they charge fees and when they lose, it’s someone else’s business. Many of these investment bankers aggressively sell their services to the average person through financail advisers who get kickbacks to sell these services and then granny becomes a major contributor to the investment bankers questionable monetary strategies.

Waiting in the emergency room of a hospital recently I met an investment banker. He had been hit in the eye by a tennis ball that had ricoched off his racket and was sporting a decent looking black eye. We somehow got from small talk  into a discussion about the economic crisis in Europe. I found out he was a investment banker and I asked him if was short-selling the euro. He was and he told me it was a non-issue. I asked him if he thought it was beneficial and he responds that it was because the the devaluation would increase their exports, increasing their ability to fight off debt. I thought this was reasonable argument I left it.

That’s when he got into his crazy investment banker plots. This guy is a foreign exchange trader who makes his money by moving other people’s money around. He works with banks, especially in South America and his secret to keeping his customers is to party with them. He has a firm with a couple other guys, they take home millions each for trading paper. The foreign currency exchange market is a tricky place to make money, he admitted this. But he also admitted money makes money and with enough money you could buy a currency to create a big upswing in the price of that currency on the market, then he would sell off the currency and collect the profits. In stocks this would be illegal, in foreign exchange which is impossible to regulate, I’d imagine this is fairly common.

Old Lady With No Where To Go

My parents were fighting last night, I escaped the house by going for a walk. In the first 100 feet of my journey I felt something brushing against my leg, I looked down and it was a raccoon. We stared at each other a little while and then it bolted across the street. Later I found scratches on the leg where the raccoon had brushed against me. I don’t know where I got the scratches from but I assumed it would be safe to get the scratches checked out. About four hours ago I finally got around to it, I walked to the hospital down the road from my school and went to the emergency room. There I was to wait for hours before I saw a doctor.

It was a lot of boring. While I was waiting a woman next to me was getting prepared for a surgery where they would bend her femur back into shape, she was worried that after the surgery they would send her home that night.  The doctors told her that they needed to because of lack of resources and I understood. But I also understood that it was an old lady with no one to call.

I too had a similar surgery back when I was 10 because I had broken my femur and it had bent straight again. The anethstetics they gave the woman knocked her out cold, a female nurse was amazed and honestly said “this is one for the journals”, I later heard she was given a dose for someone twice her weight. Mystery solved I guess (a thought came to me while I was waiting. Pretty much the worst career ever is a male gynecologist because after dealing with sick female reproductive organs all day the vagina would become the least erotic part of the body).

The doctor wasn’t too impressed with my story, I told her I wasn’t really sure given my tendency to be paranoid. She consulted public health who told her I was crazy. They sent me home and I assume if I wasn’t already on meds they would have given me some placebo pills.

Instead all I got was a crappy wristband. I guess if I die from the raccoon bite, it will at least be irony in it’s most poetic.