I take three aspirin before I go to bed and then drink a ton of orange juice in the morning.

It works.

Tanta, Tanta, Tanta.

First you should know by now the cure for a hangover is to never sober up. If you had you'd have remembered this more appropriate song:

YouTube - Portrait (He Knew)

He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name
He lived alone with his vision
Not looking for fortune or fame
Never said too much to speak of
He was off on another plane
The words that he said were a mystery
Nobody's sure he was sane

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view, Oh where was he going to

He was in search of an answer
The nature of what we are
He was trying to do it a new way
He was bright as a star
But nobody understood him
"His numbers are not the way"
He's lost in the deepest enigma
Which no one's unraveled today

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view, Oh where was he going to
And he tried, but before he could tell us he died
When he left us the people cried,
Oh where was he going to?

He had a different idea
A glimpse of the master plan
He could see into the future
A true visionary man
But there's something he never told us
It died when he went away
If only he could have been with us
No telling what he might say

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to
But he knew, you could tell by the picture he drew
It was totally something new,
Oh where was he going to?

The latest Businessweek has a story about the CDO/Bear Sterns deal and their desire to sell equity tranches to individual investors with a nice graphic of a pig with liptstick on it.... reminded me of the conversation Tanta brought up earlier in the week. At least the editors have a sense of humor.

Following Yal's OT on BearS's purported manipulation of ABX (Richards I can take, but Jagger not so much), there is this line in the article about business integrity...and you know it would take a saint of an Investment Bank not to meddle in the affairs of HFs whose accounts and positions are known and exploitable by BearS, no?
Nonetheless, BearS needs to keep those of us who are thinking Mother Teresa is informing their investment strategies, happy --by denying any and all such lapses in "business integrity".
Enough to make grown men cry.
Tis.

Nothing says "subprime" like Sympathy for the Devil.
Except maybe:

The Travelling Wilbury's - The Devil's Been Busy

While you're strolling through the bond pits
Showing you don't give a sh!t
Glowing from the poisons
They've sprayed on your CDOs
While you're busy slicing tranches
And keeping your scorecard
The devil's been busy in your back yard

Steaming down the highway
With your trucks of toxic loans
Where you gonna hide it
In the retirement funds you own?
You don't know what you're doing
Or what you have to guard
The devil's been busy in your back yard

Sometimes you think you're crazy
But you know you're only mad
Sometimes your better off not knowing
How much you've been had

You see your second mortgages
Wasted in a squeeze
You say you had it coming
You couldn't do it right
You're in a western movie, playing the part
The devil's been busy in your back yard

Sometimes they say you're wicked
But you know that can't be bad
Sometimes you're better off not knowing
It'll only make you sad

They're coming down picadilly
Dripping at the dash
Wasting sticky willy
Covering him with their cash
They just might not have noticed, they've been beating him so hard
The devil's been busy in your back yard

Tanta,
Would there be any chance of bribing CR to do a special Saturday "Plaster Caster" graph tracking the sub-prime fiasco?

Did I see a cameo doing a John Lennon or just a cameo look alike?

Ah, forget those weak drinks.

The best? Boiler-makers. Shot of whiskey chased with beer. Or mixed.

My favorite old time Army drink.

Strange though, I hear the Army has gone dry. No more 6 hour happy hours at the NCO clubs. Sad.

And yes, sober up? Why try? Just have another drink.

And, look, the androgynous Mick is great. Keith Richards has become such a parody of himself is the only reason I mention him.

But Mick? Well, Mick, halfway between man and woman, Mick is the best. Give me Mick a million times before that prissy, self-satisfied, over-bearing Lennon.