Life of a Message Board Pariah

[955876]

In my interactions with CPAs I’ve come to find that for the most part they are not very good at the investment aspect when it comes to dealing with money.

They are best served staying in their own lane.

[swissvale72]

In my interactions with CPAs I’ve come to find that for the most part they are not very good at the investment aspect when it comes to dealing with money.

They are best served staying in their own lane.

Well, my kid is absolutely clear that his accounting expertise tells him he's underwater, and that he has no clue how to get out of it!!

[StillMadAtSlobber]

The Triangle. I never made it there during my college days in the Burgh, 83-87+, but their subs were described as legendary.

[swissvale72]

The Triangle. I never made it they're during my college days in the Burgh, 83-87+, but their subs were described as legendary.

They are...and TBH, even better than ever now!!

[955876]

In my interactions with CPAs I’ve come to find that for the most part they are not very good at the investment aspect when it comes to dealing with money.

They are best served staying in their own lane.

Well, my kid is absolutely clear that his accounting expertise tells him he's underwater, and that he has no clue how to get out of it!!

Spend less & save more is a good start...

[tbsteel]

In my interactions with CPAs I’ve come to find that for the most part they are not very good at the investment aspect when it comes to dealing with money.

They are best served staying in their own lane.

Well, my kid is absolutely clear that his accounting expertise tells him he's underwater, and that he has no clue how to get out of it!!

Spend less & save more is a good start...

The philosopher Andrew W. K respectfully disagrees. His advice is to get a party going, and when it's time to party to party hard.

[Legacy User]

Fitting to start this essay with a quote from my beloved friend, KC:

I love ya Swiss. I'll never be as big a Steelers fan as you are, but you're about to have a come to Jesus moment in 2019!

Couple basic fact to start:
*It's true. I'm entering my 55th season of Steeler fandom. I've catalogued my life by Steeler games and events. I'm reluctant to claim that I carry more Steeler cred, have been a more vociferous, more crazed, more all-encompassing, more mood-dependant on Steelers games than just about any of you....but I think it's kinda true. KC knows it. Others do as well. Pissants like Lipps and Ice, relative newcomers to this esteemed website might not know it, but who gives a fuck what those fuckin' idiots know or don't know. Personally, I give zero fucks.

*Yes, I like to fight. It's what we do here. It's not an agenda, it's not stating things I don't believe. I do like the give-and-take, the mother-fuckin', the competition. And, as I've told people, I think it keeps me sharp for my job, for fighting the bureaucratic douchebags that work for the State of New Hampshire.

*I'm not much on favorite players. It's not like I have an affinity for Antonio Brown of Levenon Bell beyond their productiveness as Pittsburgh Steelers. Ironically, last time I got so much shit was for dissing a much younger Antonio Brown for stepping out of bounds with perhaps a clear line to the goal line, and a winning touchdown, in front of him, at the end of the Miami game in 2013. THAT cost us a playoff spot, too!! At the time, I was accused of having a bromance, a mancrush on Santonio Holmes. At that time, the ancestor of present-day stat whores, Veritas Steel, kept posting catch and yardage numbers, of which I didn't much give a shit. Said it then, now and always..."As Steeler fans, we will always be indebted to Santonio Holmes." He's another guy who arguably forced his way out of town, another guy for whom the Steelers got a bucket of mud in return, another guy who Art II fucked up by trading him. He's also a guy that was a clutch mother-fucker, came up biggest when the lights were brightest, and was an absolute Ravens killer. But yeah, I was taken to task by this esteemed website's dumbfuckery for continually trumpeting the greatness of Santonio Holmes.

Then there are those who tell me to "get a life," or supportively and sensitively inquire if something is wrong, something gone awry in life. I'm writing to you from my seaside paradise in Prince Edward Island, on land fronting the Gulf of St. Lawrence that I bought and built on 18 years ago, with the US dollar worth $1.50 CDN. Married to Mrs. Swiss 39 years...she merited a chapter of her own in The Manifesto. What a contrast. Yesterday, I sat on my deck that sits atop my seawall (to battle erosion) and drank beers all afternoon in the sun, gazing at a sandy beach, not a soul on that beach all afternoon....no one!! Sunday, I'll be in New York City for work. My boy's in NYC, a CPA for a top company, but can't manage his own money. My girl's married and in graduate school. Cost of college for these two kids, and then a wedding, makes me think that retirement will never come for me, even though I could collect social security now. But why would I? I do whatever the fuck I wanna do at work...but only cuz I respect the job.

I fully expect a number of you jagoffs to diss this piece. That's okay, give zero fucks. I write 'cuz I like to write, not to pay any homage to you asshats. Even though we disagree plenty, funny to know that some of these relationships have spanned 20 years or more...with KC, Barry Foster (aka, Signplax, aka BarneyRubble), and of course Hesske, who hasn't posted since post-SB XL, but follows and comments to me. Got together with Signplax at Heinz, twice. I might still owe him a beer. Tailgated and watched games in bars with JackLambert58. Met B2B at the Cask N' Flagon in Boston as well. Disagreed with him before and after, but not during. Dude does know his football....sees shit I don't see.

Oh, no, I'm not drunk. That was yesterday. It's just a rainy night here in PEI, so penning this piece....back to the Granite State, the 603 tomorrow, then onto NYC on Sunday.

At any rate, don't expect me to STFU about the impact of James Conner's fumbles, or how the Steelers will miss the production of Antonio Brown, regardless of how fuckin' fast he drove around Pittsburgh, or how much shit he threw off his balcony. It keeps getting raised; I'll keep responding. Go ahead and convince the mods to ban me. As I've said before, "I've been thrown outta better places than this." I kinda enjoyed my two-year banning, all the while keeping in touch with this esteemed website's owner, with whom I co-wrote an article when banned, and with whom I appeared on a Pittsburgh TV show, along with my brother, Tony.

Lastly, any of you traveling the Parkway East to Heinz this year, should get off at the Swissvale Exit, proceed to the Triangle Bar & Grill. They open at 8am on Steeler Sundays, pick up a couple battleships. I had a job making those 27" hoagies, made six at a time, kept them in a box under the counter awaiting the lunchtime crowd. Fuck refrigeration. "I'll have two battleships!!" Take a couple outta the cardboard box..."Here ya go! That's $4." Place is now owned by Tommie Crombie, passed down by his dad, Bones. Bones Crombie bought it from Joe Catanzano, who owned it with his brother Johnny, originally owned by their dad, Sam Catanzano. My dad at the first battleship ever made. True story!! I can prove it.

Okay, tired of writing. Undoubtedly, any of you asshats who read this are tired of reading.

Go STEELERS!!!

Shut the fuck up boomer

[R_S]

In my interactions with CPAs I’ve come to find that for the most part they are not very good at the investment aspect when it comes to dealing with money.

They are best served staying in their own lane.

Well, my kid is absolutely clear that his accounting expertise tells him he's underwater, and that he has no clue how to get out of it!!

Most people know the solution to their problems, they simply don't have the discipline to carry them out.

[Jobu]

In my interactions with CPAs I’ve come to find that for the most part they are not very good at the investment aspect when it comes to dealing with money.

They are best served staying in their own lane.

Well, my kid is absolutely clear that his accounting expertise tells him he's underwater, and that he has no clue how to get out of it!!

Most people know the solution to their problems, they simply don't have the discipline to carry them out.

Yep...like A2 not having the stones to fire his head coach...

[Legacy User]

Yep...like A2 not having the stones to fire his head coach...

I think if he saw Tomlin as the problem he would fire him.

[R_S]

Change is scary. Good is the enemy of Great.

[Jobu]

Three head coaches in 50 years...bay-beeeeeee!

[Quixotic]

Love when you go full-on rant, Swiss.

When my writer pals ask who my favorite writers are, I usually say something like, Eudora Welty, William Faulkner, James Joyce, Galway Kennell, Jack Kerouac, Bob Dylan (I actually kinda think he deserved the Nobel Prize), and some guy named Dave, whose nom de plume is Swissvale—especially when he is in rant mode. Dude has this persona—superfan meets yinzer meets non-profit New England women-and-girls advocate meets TV-thrower.

Love that you bleed B&G.

Rant on my stiller brother.

[oldsteelerfan]

Love when you go full-on rant, Swiss.

When my writer pals ask who my favorite writers are, I usually say something like, Eudora Welty, William Faulkner, James Joyce, Galway Kennell, Jack Kerouac, Bob Dylan (I actually kinda think he deserved the Nobel Prize), and some guy named Dave, whose nom de plume is Swissvale—especially when he is in rant mode. Dude has this persona—superfan meets yinzer meets non-profit New England women-and-girls advocate meets TV-thrower.

Love that you bleed B&G.

Rant on my stiller brother.

[Legacy User]

Love when you go full-on rant, Swiss.

When my writer pals ask who my favorite writers are, I usually say something like, Eudora Welty, William Faulkner, James Joyce, Galway Kennell, Jack Kerouac, Bob Dylan (I actually kinda think he deserved the Nobel Prize), and some guy named Dave, whose nom de plume is Swissvale—especially when he is in rant mode. Dude has this persona—superfan meets yinzer meets non-profit New England women-and-girls advocate meets TV-thrower.

Love that you bleed B&G.

Rant on my stiller brother.

Bob Dylan deserved squat. Get real.

[swissvale72]

Love when you go full-on rant, Swiss.

When my writer pals ask who my favorite writers are, I usually say something like, Eudora Welty, William Faulkner, James Joyce, Galway Kennell, Jack Kerouac, Bob Dylan (I actually kinda think he deserved the Nobel Prize), and some guy named Dave, whose nom de plume is Swissvale—especially when he is in rant mode. Dude has this persona—superfan meets yinzer meets non-profit New England women-and-girls advocate meets TV-thrower.

Love that you bleed B&G.

Rant on my stiller brother.

Bob Dylan deserved squat. Get real.

Thanks Quixotic; I'm honored!! Don't listen to the half-witted professor, Lit.

[JackLambert58]

Swiss, you'll always be my boy. Way overdue for another Steelers game meetup. I will be at the opener in Foxboro with Mrs.58, Mike, Kate and Leo fuckin' Patsie fans all. If that doesn't work out maybe a Cask and Flagon run or something??? One of these days a fuckin' battleship at the Triangle in Swissvale.

[Legacy User]

Love when you go full-on rant, Swiss.

When my writer pals ask who my favorite writers are, I usually say something like, Eudora Welty, William Faulkner, James Joyce, Galway Kennell, Jack Kerouac, Bob Dylan (I actually kinda think he deserved the Nobel Prize), and some guy named Dave, whose nom de plume is Swissvale—especially when he is in rant mode. Dude has this persona—superfan meets yinzer meets non-profit New England women-and-girls advocate meets TV-thrower.

Love that you bleed B&G.

Rant on my stiller brother.

Bob Dylan deserved squat. Get real.

Thanks Quixotic; I'm honored!! Don't listen to the half-witted professor, Lit.

Even a quarter-wit can see it’s absurd. Leonard Cohen is an actual poet but Dylan gets a Nobel? Absurd, absurd, absurd. They degraded the award.

[swissvale72]

Swiss, you'll always be my boy. Way overdue for another Steelers game meetup. I will be at the opener in Foxboro with Mrs.58, Mike, Kate and Leo fuckin' Patsie fans all. If that doesn't work out maybe a Cask and Flagon run or something??? One of these days a fuckin' battleship at the Triangle in Swissvale.

Thanks '58!! Most fun I ever had at a Steeler loss was with you and those guys!! Ya, let's def do something this season!!

[Legacy User]

SWISS

Just so you know, I write off my “Beer Receivable - Swiss” years ago while cleaning up my personal balance sheet.

Some CPAs are good w investments....following up on a comment above.

Maybe I’ll see you this fall at a game....

[Quixotic]

Even a quarter-wit can see it’s absurd. Leonard Cohen is an actual poet but Dylan gets a Nobel? Absurd, absurd, absurd. They degraded the award.

Half-wit, quarter-wit, whatever it takes.

I have no doubt that the Nobel committee intended Dylan’s award as a slap in the face to American literature. I don’t think THEY thought he actually deserved it. I enjoy the irony of it.

And I have nothing but love for Leonard Cohen; he wrote my favorite Christmas song—well other than Elvis’s “Santa Clause is Back in Town”—“Don’t have any reindeer, no bag on my back, but you’re gonna see me comin’, in a big black Cadillac…” Cracks me up every time.

We’ll just have to disagree on (your narrow and academic idea of) Dylan’s contribution to American letters. You prolly don’t get Lou Reed either. Or David Byrne. Meh. Whatevs.

Gotta go. Gotta each a peach. Women are going to and fro around here. Dreaming of Michelangelo n’et.

[swissvale72]

SWISS

Just so you know, I write off my “Beer Receivable - Swiss” years ago while cleaning up my personal balance sheet.

Some CPAs are good w investments....following up on a comment above.

Maybe I’ll see you this fall at a game....

So it was classified as "bad debt?"

My CPA kid invests alright...invests too heavily in NYC nightlife.

[Quixotic]

Fitting to start this essay with a quote from my beloved friend, KC:

I love ya Swiss. I'll never be as big a Steelers fan as you are, but you're about to have a come to Jesus moment in 2019!

Couple basic fact to start:
*It's true. I'm entering my 55th season of Steeler fandom. I've catalogued my life by Steeler games and events. I'm reluctant to claim that I carry more Steeler cred, have been a more vociferous, more crazed, more all-encompassing, more mood-dependant on Steelers games than just about any of you....but I think it's kinda true. KC knows it. Others do as well. Pissants like Lipps and Ice, relative newcomers to this esteemed website might not know it, but who gives a fuck what those fuckin' idiots know or don't know. Personally, I give zero fucks.

*Yes, I like to fight. It's what we do here. It's not an agenda, it's not stating things I don't believe. I do like the give-and-take, the mother-fuckin', the competition. And, as I've told people, I think it keeps me sharp for my job, for fighting the bureaucratic douchebags that work for the State of New Hampshire.

*I'm not much on favorite players. It's not like I have an affinity for Antonio Brown of Levenon Bell beyond their productiveness as Pittsburgh Steelers. Ironically, last time I got so much shit was for dissing a much younger Antonio Brown for stepping out of bounds with perhaps a clear line to the goal line, and a winning touchdown, in front of him, at the end of the Miami game in 2013. THAT cost us a playoff spot, too!! At the time, I was accused of having a bromance, a mancrush on Santonio Holmes. At that time, the ancestor of present-day stat whores, Veritas Steel, kept posting catch and yardage numbers, of which I didn't much give a shit. Said it then, now and always..."As Steeler fans, we will always be indebted to Santonio Holmes." He's another guy who arguably forced his way out of town, another guy for whom the Steelers got a bucket of mud in return, another guy who Art II fucked up by trading him. He's also a guy that was a clutch mother-fucker, came up biggest when the lights were brightest, and was an absolute Ravens killer. But yeah, I was taken to task by this esteemed website's dumbfuckery for continually trumpeting the greatness of Santonio Holmes.

Then there are those who tell me to "get a life," or supportively and sensitively inquire if something is wrong, something gone awry in life. I'm writing to you from my seaside paradise in Prince Edward Island, on land fronting the Gulf of St. Lawrence that I bought and built on 18 years ago, with the US dollar worth $1.50 CDN. Married to Mrs. Swiss 39 years...she merited a chapter of her own in The Manifesto. What a contrast. Yesterday, I sat on my deck that sits atop my seawall (to battle erosion) and drank beers all afternoon in the sun, gazing at a sandy beach, not a soul on that beach all afternoon....no one!! Sunday, I'll be in New York City for work. My boy's in NYC, a CPA for a top company, but can't manage his own money. My girl's married and in graduate school. Cost of college for these two kids, and then a wedding, makes me think that retirement will never come for me, even though I could collect social security now. But why would I? I do whatever the fuck I wanna do at work...but only cuz I respect the job.

I fully expect a number of you jagoffs to diss this piece. That's okay, give zero fucks. I write 'cuz I like to write, not to pay any homage to you asshats. Even though we disagree plenty, funny to know that some of these relationships have spanned 20 years or more...with KC, Barry Foster (aka, Signplax, aka BarneyRubble), and of course Hesske, who hasn't posted since post-SB XL, but follows and comments to me. Got together with Signplax at Heinz, twice. I might still owe him a beer. Tailgated and watched games in bars with JackLambert58. Met B2B at the Cask N' Flagon in Boston as well. Disagreed with him before and after, but not during. Dude does know his football....sees shit I don't see.

Oh, no, I'm not drunk. That was yesterday. It's just a rainy night here in PEI, so penning this piece....back to the Granite State, the 603 tomorrow, then onto NYC on Sunday.

At any rate, don't expect me to STFU about the impact of James Conner's fumbles, or how the Steelers will miss the production of Antonio Brown, regardless of how fuckin' fast he drove around Pittsburgh, or how much shit he threw off his balcony. It keeps getting raised; I'll keep responding. Go ahead and convince the mods to ban me. As I've said before, "I've been thrown outta better places than this." I kinda enjoyed my two-year banning, all the while keeping in touch with this esteemed website's owner, with whom I co-wrote an article when banned, and with whom I appeared on a Pittsburgh TV show, along with my brother, Tony.

Lastly, any of you traveling the Parkway East to Heinz this year, should get off at the Swissvale Exit, proceed to the Triangle Bar & Grill. They open at 8am on Steeler Sundays, pick up a couple battleships. I had a job making those 27" hoagies, made six at a time, kept them in a box under the counter awaiting the lunchtime crowd. Fuck refrigeration. "I'll have two battleships!!" Take a couple outta the cardboard box..."Here ya go! That's $4." Place is now owned by Tommie Crombie, passed down by his dad, Bones. Bones Crombie bought it from Joe Catanzano, who owned it with his brother Johnny, originally owned by their dad, Sam Catanzano. My dad at the first battleship ever made. True story!! I can prove it.

Okay, tired of writing. Undoubtedly, any of you asshats who read this are tired of reading.

Go STEELERS!!!

Shut the fuck up boomer

I this bold faced (literally) ageism, from a member of history’s most inclusive generation? Oh, my! I am so confused.

[Legacy User]

Even a quarter-wit can see it’s absurd. Leonard Cohen is an actual poet but Dylan gets a Nobel? Absurd, absurd, absurd. They degraded the award.

Half-wit, quarter-wit, whatever it takes.

I have no doubt that the Nobel committee intended Dylan’s award as a slap in the face to American literature. I don’t think THEY thought he actually deserved it. I enjoy the irony of it.

And I have nothing but love for Leonard Cohen; he wrote my favorite Christmas song—well other than Elvis’s “Santa Clause is Back in Town”—“Don’t have any reindeer, no bag on my back, but you’re gonna see me comin’, in a big black Cadillac…” Cracks me up every time.

We’ll just have to disagree on (your narrow and academic idea of) Dylan’s contribution to American letters. You prolly don’t get Lou Reed either. Or David Byrne. Meh. Whatevs.

Gotta go. Gotta each a peach. Women are going to and fro around here. Dreaming of Michelangelo n’et.

Dylan is a musical genius. His lyrics are original and they never get old. But what he does isn’t literature.

Don’t get Lou Reed? Is that a joke? Dylan and Reed aren’t Wallace Stevens or Rilke.

It has nothing to do with being “academic.” I don’t even know what that is supposed to mean.

[Lynch]

I hope David Allan Coe wins it next.

[Quixotic]

I hope David Allan Coe wins it next.

I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison.
I went down to pick her up in the rain.
By the time I could get to the station in my pickup truck,
She got run’d over by the danged old train.

Wait. That’s not David Allan Coe. It’s John Goodman. What did David Allan Coe write again?

[Lynch]

I think he said Steve Goodman wrote that. Either way, that's gotta be what he's best known for. There were some other, ahem, less mainstream songs he was widely recognized for too.

[Quixotic]

Even a quarter-wit can see it’s absurd. Leonard Cohen is an actual poet but Dylan gets a Nobel? Absurd, absurd, absurd. They degraded the award.

Half-wit, quarter-wit, whatever it takes.

I have no doubt that the Nobel committee intended Dylan’s award as a slap in the face to American literature. I don’t think THEY thought he actually deserved it. I enjoy the irony of it.

And I have nothing but love for Leonard Cohen; he wrote my favorite Christmas song—well other than Elvis’s “Santa Clause is Back in Town”—“Don’t have any reindeer, no bag on my back, but you’re gonna see me comin’, in a big black Cadillac…” Cracks me up every time.

We’ll just have to disagree on (your narrow and academic idea of) Dylan’s contribution to American letters. You prolly don’t get Lou Reed either. Or David Byrne. Meh. Whatevs.

Gotta go. Gotta each a peach. Women are going to and fro around here. Dreaming of Michelangelo n’et.

Dylan is a musical genius. His lyrics are original and they never get old. But what he does isn’t literature.

Don’t get Lou Reed? Is that a joke? Dylan and Reed aren’t Wallace Stevens or Rilke.

It has nothing to do with being “academic.” I don’t even know what that is supposed to mean.

What are you talking about? Dylan is a musical CHILD. As in THREE CHORDS and the truth.

Sorry if I made a false assumption, calling you “academic.” Just assumed it from your pompousness and complete lack of any sense of humor.

That you …
…completely missed just about EVERYTHING I said…
…including a decent Elvis reference (which is still cracking me up)…
…a not-overly-subtle J. Alfred Prufrock allusion (which I have to assume you got but blew off because—see below)…
…and a little bit of faux-yinzer self deprecation…

…in your lazer-focused desire to correct my paper while establishing your position in the hierarchy of who has the license to have opinions about poetry…
…and your stop along the way to comment about something about which you are clearly ignorant (Dylan is a musical genius? Really? Dude, c’mon)…

… all support my assumption. Nevertheless, I apologize for offending you by calling you academic. You just have that “Goodbye Mr. Chips” quality about you. That smug, freshman-humanities-adjunct-instructor-at-the-regional-campus air about you. You know what I mean, don’t you?

By the way, Wallace Stevens is okay for a middling modernist. Really knew how to sell some insurance, though.
Rilke is great if you:
A) Can read German—although he can’t tell a story like Thomas Mann can, or
B) Are a sophomore (it never ceases to give me a chuckle that the word means “wise fool”) lit major, with angst, pimples, and a fear of girls, trying to impress one with his sophistication regarding “great literature.”

I’ll bet you smoke a pipe, wear a fake satin smoking jacked, and sip herbal tea from a china cup. Am I right? I’m curious about this one. Truly.

By the way, because I know you are curious (your being so knowledgeable about literary stuff and all), I have no idea whether I like Cervantes. Don’t read much Spanish. But the movie was fabulous. I do know I like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, even in English.

Whatevs, perfessor. Go ahead. Part your hair behind. Wear flannel trousers. Walk on the beach. And of course…
eat a peach. In fact, eat all the peaches you want. But always remember, a I, V, IV progression is a retrogression. Geniuses sometimes use it for irony, or to add a bit of the “common touch” to a folky composition. But they don’t build their composing career around it.

[fritzthecat]

I think he said Steve Goodman wrote that. Either way, that's gotta be what he's best known for. There were some other, ahem, less mainstream songs he was widely recognized for too.

I thought the dude that wrote that was Wailing Waylen Jennings

[955876]

They degraded the award.

Kind of like when a certain POTUS was “awarded” it after but a year in office and literally doing nothing to receive it.

He himself admitting to being a bit embarrassed by it.

Awards are popularity contest at this point.