Greetings all, from the desk of the guy with some 23 PG posts to his name, and who is now looking to at least double that number this month. “Formidable” as the French say, the same way we do, save in annoying French accent that fucks the syllables all up.
Well, on to business. I figured that I’d try to “mix it up” a bit with humor, politics, stock picking, etc. I know some of you are just here for the last, so I’ll try not to get too far afield. But it is the weekend, so I figured I’d start out with a humor piece related to a subject I’ve been thinking about for a while.
As many of you know, I’ve been here for almost two years now, and as much as I love Fly and his co-bloggers’ great insights and witty commentary, I also love the little “Fly-munity” we’ve built here, if you’ll allow me the neologism.
Over a period of time, I’ve begun to build pictures in my mind of the people with whom I correspond, and this in turn has spurred my envy of Fly’s “avatar anointing” abilities. Upon being given this broad opportunity, therefore, I decided that I’d attempt to do some character studies on some of the more frequent iBC commentators and peanut gallery bloggers that I’ve come to know… complete with Jake-atars!
I’m not going to do this in any particular order, and probably not all at once.
(Update: No, definitely not all at once. )
We’ll just see how it goes. Keep in mind, these are only my impressions as intuited solely from the commentary I read. Those described can let me know how close I get… or not, depending on your mood. Here we go:
The Fly-munity Member:
Boca (39, Boca Raton, FL): Starting with our one resident woman poster (announced, at least) was a no-brainer. Aside: Fly’s going to need to up this demographic if he ever wants to sell this monster (that’s the media banker in me speaking).
That said, Boca can hold her own in this Flymation testosterone pit better than most, and that drives me to the conclusion that she’s a Colombian-American mother of two boys, 16 and 18, whom she had very young after marrying her high school sweetheart. Being pitted against three men for the greater part of her adult life has honed both her maternal instincts and her socialization skills to a trading “edge” so sharp she could take a first day board of trade seat up in Chicago next to Gappy and de-bank him on a soybean contango trade before lunch time, then bake him a soybean and cheese brioche in consolation.
No offense to Gappy, of course.
Boca prefers to stay in Boca Raton however, to keep an eye out for her men, who are almost daily bombarded by an increasingly high quality list of dangerous South Beach Latina hotties, a class of beach vixen traditionally known to be deflected only by “la Madre Fuerte.” Besides, the weather is better there.
Something you maybe didn’t know: The Ebay stuff is just a hobby. Boca’s main bank comes from her primary ownership in the largest car wash chain (219 units and counting) in Palm Beach and Dade Counties. Boca’s Wild West Wash was a business she started 18 years ago with her husband after he lost his bank manager job in the S&L Meltdown of 1990.
What’s more, Boca got her fabulous start in this business as well as the major coin for expansion, by putting on her marketing hat, grabbing her sponge and bucket, and manning her first unit personally– in the appropriate Western-themed attire. My “Jake-atar” for Boca was salvaged from footage of those early days in the business. Can you believe she was pissed off at her husband for taking this pic at the end of the day, and before she could “get her hair fixed?”
Selected Jake-atar:
