there it is, there it goes
This week's weather has been the typical torrential-rain-every-day thing for about 30 to 45 minutes. Maybe an hour depending on the cloud cover. This is typical for Florida in the summertime. Even though I know it happens I'm still not entirely used to it. I am 100% sure this throws tourists for a loop when it happens because I'm fairly certain it's a Florida-only thing.
Speaking of things that come and go, I've been recently examining ideas hatched by people I used to know from the stomping grounds that turned into projects. All those projects failed miserably. Some of them I had involvement in but smartly ducked out when I realized they were doomed from the start.
Here's 2 of them from a stroll down amnesia lane.
A guy I used to know thought he could take over the world by running his own ISP and make a ba-zillion bucks. For a time he was actually doing okay and had just over 100 customers. I did some web design for him and a few graphics here and there (which he stole later, but we won't get into that).
Another company approached him and said they'd buy his business and his customers for a tick over $100,000. He called and told me this.
He refused the money.
Yes, this man was a complete idiot. I told him to sell. He could have easily pocketed the cash, recovered all his costs, made a very tidy profit and start another business. A no-brainer, right? This is a godsend. Yet he wouldn't budge. He was convinced that he could hold it on his own. I vehemently disagreed with him and said he really, really should sell.
Well, that didn't happen. In short, Big Telecom crushed him. I don't know what he's doing now (nor do I care) but I guarantee no one is offering him 100k any longer. He had the brass ring in reach and didn't grab it. The guy lost his shirt and then some. His loss.
The metal band
I had involvement in several metal bands at the stomping grounds. Small very-white towns produce that kind of stuff. Goes with the territory.
In this territory I speak of there are actually several metal bands that got back together after hating each other for years. This is all well and good, but now you've got a bunch of guys in their 30s playing the same music, using the same bad promotion ideas and spreading the same b.s. they did 15 years ago.
So what can you say about a bunch of guys in their 30s playing the same crapola they did 15 years ago? Not a lot save for the fact they still sound like a polar bear's funky ass.
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