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How to Make a Million Dollars in Less Than 60 Seconds

Let’s not kid ourselves.  When we think about what’s really important in life, we think about family.  We think about friends.  We think about deeply meaningful experiences.  And, of course, we think about the most important thing – MONEY.   

This is why I feel compelled to share my no-frills, “guaranteed to get you a million bucks” action plan.  I call it, “How to Make a Million Dollars in Less Than 60 Seconds.”  I’m not pulling your leg.  This plan doesn’t just work most of the time, it works EVERY SINGLE TIME!

I suggest that you get a pen or pencil out to take notes or copy and paste this Jocularious column into a file on your computer.  Be sure to back up your computer file with Carbonite.com, or print it out and hide it under your mattress.

This plan involves three simple steps.  It is critical that you follow each and every step in order, and DO NOT skip any of the steps.

Here is the formula –

First, graduate from high school with a 4.0 gpa, and get a SAT score in the top 3% nationally.

Second, enroll in an Ivy League University and obtain a degree in Finance.

Third, secure a job on Wall Street as an investment banker. 

Yes!  It’s that easy!

AND, even reading slowly, it took me less than 20 seconds to read this entire formula.  I really should rename this column, How to Make a Million Dollars in Less Than 20 Seconds. 

I sincerely hope my advice met your expectations.  This is, of course, my goal with every Jocularious column.  (I said “goal,” people!)

And, even if you don’t follow my advice, at least you’ve got that “family, friends and meaningful experiences” thing going for you.

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Oliver in Repose

Oliver the Cat Announces He has Finally Adjusted to the “New Normal”

Oliver in Repose
Oliver in Repose

Learning how to adapt to the “new normal” has been a challenge for everyone.  Oliver the Cat is no exception.  In fact, it has weighed heavily on his mind.  So heavily, he realized he needed to take immediate action to resolve this issue.  And by “immediate action,” of course, I mean take a seven-hour nap.

Oliver has three primary worries –

First, Oregon’s governor, like many others across the nation, has issued a decree that facemasks are now mandatory.  Oliver is no fool.  He’s heard the news that cats can catch COVID-19.  However, despite countless hours searching the internet – Amazon.com, Ebay.com, Bing.com and, of course, Tomcat.com, he still cannot find a mask that fits him.  Yeah!  That’s right! How could he not freak out?  There are NO cat masks to be found!

Oliver’s second concern is the lack of healthcare options should he be stricken by the deadly virus.  He’s put in his time listening to the talking heads on CNN, MSNBC and Fox News.  (As a Libertarian, Oliver likes to get all sides.)  And not once.  NOT ONE TIME, has anyone mentioned a ventilator being modified to fit a cat.

If these concerns weren’t enough, Oliver has yet another problem.  And it’s not a small one.  As you might imagine, Oliver is a BIG fan of Jocularious.com.  He doesn’t miss a column.  Several weeks ago, he read the one titled: “I’m Not Sure What the ‘New Normal’ Looks Like, But I Think It Involves Pajamas.”  Well, Oliver’s been sleeping au natural since the day he was born.  If cat pajamas exist, the cheapskates living in his house certainly haven’t shown any sign of buying him a pair. 

As Oliver pondered these problems, he felt a tremendous weight begin to overwhelm him.  He struggled to come to terms with them.  He struggled while lying on his front porch.  He struggled while taking a poop in his neighbor’s flower garden.  He struggled and struggled.  Finally, the solution dawned on him.  It was the purr-fect solution –

And that was, of course –

To stretch out for another seven-hour nap.

Hawaiian Shirts

Study Finds Middle-Aged Men Actually Believe Hawaiian Shirts Hide Their Bulging Bellies

All of us remember when we found out Santa Claus wasn’t real.  It was a devastating blow.  This was despite our suspecting as much for some time.  I suffered a similar blow yesterday.  My wife patted me on the stomach, over my beautiful Hawaiian shirt, and told me POINT BLANK, “Your stomach’s sticking out.”  Suddenly, my space-time continuum began spinning.  My belief that my size large Hawaiian shirt cloaked my torso, thus rendering my belly invisible, vanished in an instant.  I was speechless.  (Which, for those who know me, is inconceivable.)  Of course, my wife loves me, so you may assume she said this in a sensitive and nonjudgmental manner.  Your assumption would be wrong.  She absolutely said it in a judgmental manner!

Now, because I mentioned Santa, I must momentarily deviate from my topic to share something I heard awhile back.  Get ready to take notes, “This is gold, Jerry.  Gold!”  Here it is:

There are three stages in life.  First, you believe in Santa.  Second, you do not believe in Santa.  And, third, you ARE Santa.

I love this, and I never get tired of repeating it..

Now, as amusing as that Santa comment may be, it doesn’t do anything for my belly. So back to the protruding subject at hand –

My wife further gently offered me a piece of loving advice: “You’re going to have to starve yourself.”

As a result, I am now forced to accept that my Hawaiian shirts do not possess the power I had once believed.  On-the-other-hand, this awakening came with some relief.  Like Adam and Eve eating the apple, I was no longer living in ignorance. 

We all see the guy with the comb-over and ask ourselves, “Does he really think he’s fooling anyone, and people don’t know he’s bald.”  And we all know that “full-figured” women like to wear clothes with vertical stripes because they create a slimmer image.  I was finally free to embrace MY reality.

I took my beautiful wife’s constructive comments to heart, and I took IMMEDIATE action –

According to Amazon Prime, my new EXTRA-large Hawaiian shirts arrive tomorrow.

Reyn Spooner Facemask

If Facemasks Don’t Pass the “Fart Test,” Why Are We Wearing them?

My daughter gave me a beautiful Reyn Spooner mask for Fathers’ Day.  Yes, as disturbing as it is, you can now buy a designer facemask.  I’ve been a collector of Reyn Spooner Hawaiian shirts for years, and she knew I would love one of their new facemasks.  And she was right!  (Thank you, Zoe!)  It didn’t surprise me that Reyn Spooner was now making facemasks, I imagine many clothes designers are jumping on the bandwagon.

What does surprise me is that we bother to wear them in the first place.

Remember when the Surgeon General emphatically announced that wearing facemasks might do more harm than good?  He said studies proved this.  He said that when people wear facemasks they tended to constantly touch their faces adjusting them.  And America’s Sweetheart, Dr. Fauci, backed him up?

Now, five seconds later, Dr. Fauci is marching around with a facemask telling us that we’re all going to kill grandma if we don’t wear one AT ALL TIMES  ̶  even when we’re alone on the toilet.

Sounds like good science to me.

I wear a mask when I’m in a store.  Mainly because I don’t want to freak anyone out, AND, more importantly, so I don’t have some psycho attack me.

One reason I remain skeptical is that my brother recently told me about the “Fart Test.”  In truth, it should be called a “Fart Declaration.”  Here it is:  “If someone farts, and that fart travels past their cheeks, through a layer of cotton underwear, then through a thick layer of denim jeans, and everybody in the room smells it within moments, how in the world is a thin cotton mask going to do anything?” 

Point.  Set.  Match. 

So, I wear a mask to be polite.  ESPECIALLY, if it’s a beautiful Reyn Spooner mask. 

But this got me thinking.  I’ve seen a lot of masks for sale, but I haven’t seen one yet that meets the needs of a  very special percentage of the population.  I am speaking, of course, of those folks who wear their masks UNDER their noses.  Yes, those geniuses.

CRITICAL WARNING: Do NOT steal my brilliant idea!  I’m going to license my new invention to Reyn Spooner and get them into production ASAP. 

Here is a prototype  ̶ 

I also have an idea to market them.  You know those guys who don’t park between the lines?  (I ranted about them a few months ago.)  Well, we send sales agents into parking lots to find these guys and sell them a “nose free” mask.  I am certain these are the same people. 

I’m also going to send one to Dr. Fauci.  If history is any lesson, it’s a coin toss on whether he decides to wear one himself. 

Target Employee Thought It Was Just A Door-buster Sale

Video footage of people looting and ransacking everything from neighborhood markets to Lois Vuitton stores has blanketed media outlets.  We sit stunned as we witness the destruction and mayhem.  And as we watch this looting break out across the nation, we are all gripped by one unifying thought:  Why didn’t I invest in plywood? I would have made a mint!

This is why Warren Buffett has a Gulfstream G-6 and I have a 2002 Toyota Tacoma.

Investment errors aside, looters need to consider the consequences of their actions before grabbing that 65” flat screen.  In particular:

1. The IRS Code defines “Gross Income” as “income from whatever source derived….’”  If you ask an IRS agent whether looted property is taxable, he’ll ask you whether you want the top or bottom bunk while you wait for your Tax Evasion trial if you fail to report it.  I’m not saying you need to take your CPA with you as you make your political statement by liberating a pair of pearl earrings from a shattered display case, but you might want to keep him on speed dial.

2. The odds of grabbing the correct size of Nikes as you jostle within the melee of other “shoppers” grabbing for shoe boxes are not in your favor.  And even if by chance you do grab the right size (and believe me, I’ve learned this the hard way) Nikes run a bit small.  You really should try them on before you commit to a pair.  Under the unique circumstances of a looting, what with all the sirens blaring and needing to dodge those shards of broken glass, this is a challenge even for the most experienced looter.

3. Most stores have a fairly unforgiving Return Policy on looted goods.  They tend to be reluctant when it comes to exchanges.  And if you ask for a refund, prepare to duck.

Here’s the most important takeaway –

Whether its IRS advice, investment advice, footwear advice, or looting advice, don’t listen to me.  Remember, I’m the guy with the 2002 Tacoma. 

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Bill Burr Nominated for Guinness World Record

Bill Burr is a tremendously talented stand-up comedian and actor.  He makes his living communicating.  You may recall your seventh grade English teacher telling you that effective communication requires using the precise word to express your thought.  Bill Burr understands this better than anyone.  He is, in essence, a wordsmith.  As it turns out, Bill has decided that the most accurate word, in almost every instance, is the “F-word.”  He uses it in every sentence.  Okay, maybe not once in every sentence.  I’m just joshing you.  He uses it three times in every sentence.

Due to official FCC regulations, I am required to use a substitute for the F-word for the rest of this column.  Hereinafter, I will replace the “F-word” with “Intimate Personal Interaction.”

Many teenagers constantly insert the word “like” into everything they say.  Example #1: “Like, I was just walking down the sidewalk writing a text, and like I banged my head on a light pole.”  Example #2: “Like, that REALLY hurt!”  Example #3 (and, sadly, perhaps the most accurate): “Like, I can’t even explain it!”

Bill does the same thing, only he uses “Intimate Personal Interaction.”  Example #1: “Intimate Personal Interaction, I was just walking down the Intimate Personal Interaction street writing a Intimate Personal Interaction text, and I Intimate Personal Interaction banged my Intimate Personal Interaction head on an Intimate Personal Interaction light pole.”

I’ve thought about emailing Bill and telling him that he is one of the funniest comedians on the planet, but for goodness sakes, stop saying Intimate Personal Interaction so much.  But here is the problem, it is practically his signature.  In fact, many people who write to him for advice (which emails he reads and answers on his podcast) close by saying, “Thank you, and go Intimate Personal Interaction yourself.”

I would love to recommend Bill’s podcast to others, but I can’t.  There’s just too much Intimate Personal Interaction going on. 

This is where the Guinness World Records Book enters the picture.

There is no doubt in my mind that Bill has a higher Intimate-Personal-Interaction-Per-Minute count, than any other standup comedian, living or deceased.  No one even comes Intimate Personal Interaction close.

So, for these reasons, I, Jack Edwards, hereby nominate the Honorable Bill Burr to the Guinness Book of World Records.  If anyone deserves such an honor, Bill Intimate Personal Interaction does.

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What Think Tanks, Fish Tanks and Armored Tanks have to do with World Naked Bike Ride Day

Television news hosts are always introducing their guests as belonging to some “Think Tank.”  This impresses me.  It probably shouldn’t.  I’m not even sure what people do in a think tank.  I picture people sitting in a circle with their eyebrows furled with an intense expression signifying that they are deep in thought – or really have to go number two.  I also picture a lot of meerschaum pipes.

The only tanks I know about are fish tanks and gas tanks.  There are armored tanks, of course, but I don’t know much about them.  Speaking of armored tanks, it does make me wonder who would win if we put a Think Tank up against an Armored Tank.  My hunch is that we’d never piece back together all those meerschaum pipes.

But let’s get back to ME, and my getting a job at a think tank.  I Googled “Think Tank” and this article popped up: “The 50 Most Influential Think Tanks in the United States.”  Number 8 caught my attention – the CATO Institute.  This is primarily because I like to say the word “CATO.”  Try it.  It’s fun!

According to this random article:

“…Cato’s mission is ‘to broaden the parameters of public policy debate to allow consideration of the traditional American principles of limited government, individual liberty, free markets, and peace.’”

Liberty?  Peace?  Sign me up!

This would be a good think tank for me because its political orientation is Libertarian.  I am not what you’d call a “Full-Crackpot” Libertarian, but I am a Libertarian sympathizer.  The reason I can’t go full crackpot is it would make me a hypocrite.  Some years ago, I was walking along an ocean boardwalk in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, with my young daughter.  All of a sudden, we came upon a section of the sidewalk that had collapsed down into the ocean.  A half-moon piece of the sidewalk was missing.  You could look straight down onto the rock and swirling surf below.  No barrier, no warning tape, no nothing!  I’m lucky my daughter and I didn’t plunge into the abyss. 

What was the first thing that came to my Libertarian mind?  You guessed it.  “There ought to be a law!”  This is why I am now only a “sympathizer.”

It’s also worth noting that the CATO Institute’s annual revenue is 29.1 million.  I don’t care who you are, or where you come from – That’s a lot of pipe tobacco! 

My multimillion-dollar salary aside, I do have a few questions before I get busy thinking:

1. Will my office have a couch?  I do my best thinking lying on a couch.  (Preferably, while eating a tasty snack).

2. Will they send me to a tropical resort equipped with beachfront hammocks?  The only place I think better than lying down on a couch is when I’m in a beachside hammock.

3. When we argue with other thinkers, and things get physical, does anyone ever call the police?  I want to join a think tank where we keep these little disagreements to ourselves.  (I’m a big fan of the, “Nobody talks, everybody walks,” philosophy.)

4. How often do we have to get together to think and slap each other upside the head when they say something stupid?  I’ve really been enjoying the flexibility of my Corona Beer Virus schedule, and I’ve become quite a fan of the whole “social distancing” thing.

If the CATO Institute can’t at least meet me halfway on these modest demands, I may simply move on to Bucket List item #4:  Participating in the World Naked Bicycling Day Parade.  You should have no trouble spotting me riding along in the crowd. I’ll be the one smoking a meerschaum pipe.

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Seven Rules for the College Playground

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Seven Secrets You Need to Know to Hire the Right Lawyer

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Cornhole: Not Just For Drunken Tailgaters Anymore

To paraphrase a recent observation by podcaster, and self-described “C-list” celebrity, Adam Carolla: A pandemic lockdown is like a prison sentence.  You can emerge from it with either a draft of the next Great American Novel, or a forehead tattoo and a raging case of herpes.  It’s your choice. 

I decided to take Adam’s advice.  Here were my options:

1. Remodeling the master bathroom.

2. Learning to play the piano.

3. Learning to speak Italian.

After careful consideration, I finally made up my mind:

I would choose 4. – Mastering the game of “Cornhole.” 

I’ve been told more than once that I was blessed with the perfect physique to play Cornhole.

Most folks have at least seen the game.  Each player takes a turn trying to toss a beanbag 27 feet into the “cornhole” of the game board.  Strongly suggested, but not officially required, is that a player gets half-drunk prior to the game.  Crocs are the official footwear of Cornhole.

I bought my Crocs during a recent visit to Vietnam.  I thought I got a real bargain, but back at the hotel I looked them over more closely.  I discovered that I had actually purchased a pair of “Croaks.”  Croaks are essentially identical Crocs, just minus the quality and comfort.  

The game of Cornhole presents a number of challenges, not the least of which is the name, “Cornhole.”  To put it mildly, the name is rather off-putting.  In fact, if you tell someone your favorite pastime is cornholing, odds are they’ll look at you funny. 

You might be surprised to learn (I swear this is true, you can look it up) that there is an American Cornhole Association, ACA for short.  (Not to be confused with the American Cornhole Organization, or ACO – Look it up!)  The ACA’s website touts that it is, “The Original and Official Governing Body of Cornhole.”  Take that, ACO!

I’m proud to announce that my hours in lockdown practicing Cornhole have yielded impressive results.  In fact, I developed my own special Cornhole technique.  It’s a five-step process.

Step One – “Be the bag.”  (The alternative is to, “be the hole.”  Let’s not go there).

Step Two – Lower yourself into a squat-like position, much like an orangutan preparing to toss a handful of his finest at a zoo visitor.

Step Three – Swing the bag in a reverse arc, mimicking Joe Pesci’s character in the movie Casino, when he stabs that guy in the bar who was insulting Robert De Niro. 

Step Four – Release the bag and watch it lift gracefully, rotate (almost in slow motion), and then descend “spot on” over your neighbor’s fence. 

Step Five – Scream, “Damn it!”

My daughter has been playing the game with me.  She takes offense with anyone calling Cornhole a sport.  She argues that any game you can win while simultaneously holding a 16 ounce can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and pulling a draw off a Marlboro dangling from the corner of your mouth, should not be labelled a sport. 

I had to disagree with her.  You know how we all become experts at the floor exercise during the Olympics every four years?  You know how the judges factor in the “degree of difficulty”?  Exactly.

If Cornhole fails to be named an official sport in the next Olympics, it will be an outrage.  I will take it upon myself to call on the intrepid members of the ACA and urge them to join forces with the wily ACO.  The sheer magnitude of that much Cornhole power would be unstoppable.  I’d join in with them, but I fear I’d wind up over the fence.

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Seven Rules for the College Playground

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Seven Secrets You Need to Know to Hire the Right Lawyer

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I’m Not Sure What the “New Normal” Looks Like, But I Think It Involves Pajamas

A plague looms over us.  A plague so ominous it threatens our very way of life.  A life-threatening plague.  I am, of course, speaking about the invasion of the Murder Hornets. 

I survived the last media-inspired killer insect scare back in the 1970s – the “Killer Bees.”  As a veteran of the Killer Bee Hysteria, I have some advice – “Chill-acks.”  Back in the 70s, the Killer Bees got the media’s panties in a bunch.  In the end, however, the threat had as much fizzle as a day-old soda.

Murder hornets aside, if you been paying close attention to the news, you may have also noticed a little something called the coronavirus.

Everybody’s now wondering what the “new normal” will look like.  I don’t know, but I’m fairly sure it’s going to involve wearing a lot of pajamas.  Media tagline: “Pajamas – the new business casual.” 

I’ve been trying to maintain a semblance of my old routine.  It’s difficult, what with having to get up each morning and eat a quart of ice cream before pondering how many days it’s been since I showered.

This leads me to an extremely sensitive subject.  As difficult as it is, it’s probably something I should confess to you. 

Our society has a set of well-understood rules.  These rules are vital to our maintaining a sense of order.  Many of these rules draw clear and distinct lines we should never cross. 

Here is my confession (insert drumroll) – I crossed one.

Last Saturday, I wore my pajamas to the bank.  Yeah, I know!  In my defense, I forgot I was wearing pajamas until I was getting into my car.  I paused for a moment and considered going back into the house to change.  But, I rationalized, I was only going to be using the drive thru.

Driving away from the bank, I’m not going to lie to you, I experienced a moment of deep self-reflection.

Speaking of moments, the lockdown has left me with quite a few extra moments.

I’ve spent some of those extra moments on Twitter.  A new follower’s profile says he’s from Thunder Bay, Ontario.  When I saw this, I thought to myself, why can’t I be from someplace cool sounding like Thunder Bay?  The name Thunder Bay evokes a sense of adventure and an exciting mystic.  Then I thought to myself, wait a minute, maybe there is something I can do about this. 

I continued tapping around on Twitter, and I came upon a guy announcing that he was planning to cook some ramps for lunch.  Ramps?  The only ramps I’ve ever come across are boat ramps.  Then again, I am from Alsea.  Well, I should say I was from Alsea.  Check my Twitter profile. Now, I’m from Thunder Bay!

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The Lawyer’s Song: Navigating the legal wilderness

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Seven Rules for the College Playground

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Seven Secrets You Need to Know to Hire the Right Lawyer

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How to Live Dangerously from the Comfort of Your Own Living Room

One of my readers recently asked me if I ever just made something up.  Whether I’d written something that wasn’t true – even outright lied.  As you can imagine, I was shocked.  l was deeply offended that anyone would feel the need to ask this.  Of course, I lie!  I lie in my columns all the time!

Except, I am NOT lying about this story. 

This story is true.  COMPLETELY TRUE!  Go ahead and Google it if you don’t believe me.  There is simply no need to lie when a man named Wim Hof is teaching a special method of breathing called (hold on to your hat) the Wim Hof Method Breathing (WHM, for short).  That’s Wim in the picture above.  I stole it from his YouTube video.

Not to oversimplify it, but Wim Hof thinks it’s healthy to deprive yourself of oxygen.  According to Wim, calmly confronting a stressful experience, like the feeling of oxygen deprivation, helps us decrease the harmful effects of stress.  Among other things, when we panic, our body releases harmful cortisol.  His breathing exercise helps us control our sense of panic.

I was immediately attracted to this exercise for two reasons:

1. I already knew how to breathe.  (Not to brag, but I’m an exceptionally good breather.  I’ve been complemented on my breathing.)

2. It was free.  (I am, after all, from Alsea.)

Wim provides instructions on his website, along with this ominous warning

“Note that WHM breathing can affect motor control and, in rare cases, lead to loss of consciousness. Always sit or lie down before practicing the techniques. Never practice while piloting a vehicle, or in or near bodies of water.”

Note that his warning does not say “driving a car,” it says, “piloting a vehicle.”  This is probably to make sure no one thinks that, while it might be dangerous to do this driving a car, it’s perfectly permissible while flying a plane.

I must confess that I did violate the warning about doing this near a body of water.  Call me a dare devil, but I’ve pushed the envelope.  I’ve practiced this several times mere inches from my morning coffee.

WHM involves breathing in and out quickly thirty times, then EXHALING and holding what little is left of your breath for a minute, then sucking in air and holding your breath for 15 seconds.  You repeat this two more times, except you hold your empty lungs for 90 seconds on the second two rounds. 

It’s quite a rush.  I’m not a recreational drug user, but I’ve got to admit that each time I’ve done it, I’ve felt like a stone-cold crack cocaine addict.  It’s a wild ride.

They say drug dealers groom new customers using a technique called, “The first one’s free.”  Well, good news. When it comes to WHM, so is the second one.

I only have one question –

Does “piloting a vehicle” include operating an excavator?

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Also, before you leave –

Check out these great books:

The Lawyer’s Song: Navigating the legal wilderness

(Link below)

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Seven Rules for the College Playground

(Link below)

https://buff.ly/2IqXxgn

Seven Secrets You Need to Know to Hire the Right Lawyer

(Link below)

https://buff.ly/2roFIov