Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Why housing prices SHOULD be stagnant.

So it's been six years since the housing bubble peaked, and people are concerned that prices have remained relatively flat in most markets. Never mind that millions of people are still facing foreclosure, and even more are underwater in cities where industry has been gutted. There are some good reasons that housing prices should NOT be rising now or any time in the foreseeable future.

1. Median incomes are stagnant. Who the hell do you think is buying the median house? As long as incomes are not rising, then there's no way to increase the amount that most people can spend on housing, at least not without resorting to more government subsidies or financial fraud. Not that that's a deterrent for the mortgage banksters.

2. Buildings don't appreciate, they DEpreciate. This is the damn lie that the mortgage brokers, home builders, realtors, and other assorted pigfuckers have been selling the American people for generations. Corporations know otherwise, that's why they write the value of commercial buildings off their taxes over time. You don't expect your car to go up in value, or your clothes, or your electronic devices, so why should your house be any different? It too, is subject to the ravages of time. Every building has an "economic lifespan", which is the amount of time until the amount of money put into repairs and maintenance exceeds the initial cost of construction. Many brand new houses have an economic lifespan of 20 years or less, and a mortgage of 30 years or more. Notice a problem there?

3. Land does appreciate, but only if demand for it increases faster than supply. This is good news if you own land in Manhattan or Singapore where the supply is restricted and lots of people want to live there. For the vast majority of home owners, you are competing against the vacant lot down the street in a world where population growth is projected to slow over the course of the century. Sorry, but there are only so many schmucks vying to live in your shitty Shakopee subdivision, especially when there's a brand new cluster of crapshacks under construction in a hayfield right up the road. And if you own a condo, townhouse or mobile home, but not the land under it? Well, you're just fucked.

4. Your house is obsolete already. The cost of owning a home is just going to get higher as the supply of fossil fuels required to heat, cool, and power it increases. The low hanging fruit has already been picked. Even if oil companies were allowed to rape and pillage the land with complete impunity, they still have to search farther and deeper for sources of hydrocarbons as they use up each deposit. Do you really think that you'll get cheap oil from ANWR? Do you know what labor rates and transportation costs are on the North Slope or on deep sea platforms? Those increased costs will eat into every family's funds available for purchasing a house. And what is so ironic about this situation is that the alternative forms of housing currently available, from earthships to geodesic domes, which are far more durable, comfortable, and cheaper to build than the house that you probably live in right now, and yet bankers will punish you for building them.

All this is not to say that it is a bad idea to buy a house. After all, you need to live somewhere, and if you plan to stick around for five or more years, then it might make good financial sense over renting. However, we need to get away from this notion that buying houses will make us rich. That's not what they are for. They are supposed to shelter us from life's storms, not cause them.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Return of the Aging and Ranting Punks!

WWJD?

What Would Jake Do? He'd watch this video.

What Would Jello Do...

Friday, February 24, 2012

AWPC: Bad Economy My Fault

Jake: Our bed is 17 years old.

Him: 17 fucking years? That's too old. You're the reason the economy is failing. Go out and buy a fucking mattress you cheapskate!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Not a team player!

Grrrr! Arrgh! Hear me roar!

Sorry, I have to vent for a moment.

So I'm working on this mod for a game. Mainly, the project is mostly code and game design, with a little bit of pixel art on the side. The code is challenging, and I had to get things running and bug-free before I could release. So I started with and focused on what was the hard stuff to me, and then I just hammered out some quick and dirty placeholder artwork for the graphics as an after-thought. There'd be plenty of time to spruce that up later. After all, I've never had a programming course, but I've been to art school.

Problem is, my placeholders look good enough to be someone without an art background's best efforts... yet not not nearly as good as the final art of the main game without mods.

So based on that initial release, I've now got people crawling out of the woodwork offering to do my graphics for me and asking to collaborate, because my code is strong, my game design stronger, but my art sucks. It's like almost flattering, yet humiliating at the same time.

I AM SO PISSED! Grrrr! Arrgh! Hear me roar! Again.

I mean seriously, someone redid half my place holders and sent their versions to me unsolicited so I could replace my crap with his beautiful art. I didn't ask to collaborate with him, and even though his work is great, this project is my baby. But now I'm stuck where I either have to use his contribution, or top it.
Plus, among the things he sent his version of was one of the two graphics in the mod that I _didn't_ consider a placeholder. The bar has been raised and the little thing I was doing for fun is now like a freaking exam.


Grrr, whine, etc. I am not a team player, I am a tempermental auteur!

And now I've shared my shame with a wider audience. Cause if you can't humble yourself, who can you humble?

Friday, January 27, 2012

AWPC: Dead of Winter

Him (standing amongst the green growing plants along the side of the road in Seattle in December): Why do they call it 'the Dead of Winter' anyway? Yeah, it's cold, but it's not like everything is dead.

Me: You're just lucky to have always lived in places where it doesn't snow much, and a some of the trees keep their leaves. Seattle is easy.

Him: Oh, yeah, was it more appropriately 'The Dead of Winter' where you used to live?

Me: Well, in Minnesota, it was definitely 'The Dead of Winter', and they meant it. ...In New Mexico, it was more like 'Dead of Winter' then 'Dead of Spring', 'Dead of Summer' and 'Dead of Fall' all in a row.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Double Death-Defying Day

On Monday, I was nearly run over by a truck and ended up in the Emergency Room. But surprisingly, not in that order.

At 2 AM Monday morning, I awoke with massive abdominal pain. The only time I'd ever felt worse pain in my life was during recovery from major surgery about 8 years ago. Given the intensity, I thought for sure my appendix was about to rupture. So I woke up my wife and we headed down to the ER.

After a several hours of blood tests and CT scans, they ruled out all the possible causes that would have required cutting me open to solve. The diagnosis they finally landed on is just a case of Epiploic Appendigitis (that "g" is not a typo). Horribly painful to be sure, but it's self-limiting and I should recover in 5 to 10 days.

Cranky but relieved, I headed for home, certain that I'd just dodged the only bullet of the day.

As my wife and I were crossing the street near the hospital, a jerk in a big truck ran a red light and nearly plowed us over. Due to my illness, I really couldn't run or jump. So I just shoved my wife towards safety. Thankfully, she had the same instinct and grabbed my arm and pulled me towards safety. It was all kind of a blur, with each of us feeling our quick thinking had just saved the other (and so I guess we were both right). The truck slammed on its breaks and stopped several feet past the crosswalk where we just were, passing within a foot of me in the process.

A guy in another vehicle waiting at the stoplight shouted out to us "today's your lucky day!" He didn't know the half of it.