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A company called Summer Soles says our feet are sweating sooooo much in this heat that we'd do ANYTHING to stop it. Naturally, the company sells peel-and-stick fabric sole inserts which whisk away foot sweat. Hey, somebody's gotta do it.
Sometimes I'm funny, and sometimes I just THINK I'm funny. Here are some of the responses to the blog I posted Friday, while camping outside Countrywide Headquarters.
So, I've been spending the entire morning today sitting outside Countrywide's corporate headquarters in Calabasas, California (at least there's a nice breeze). I'm covering the nuggets inside the company's quarterly regulatory filing which doesn't paint a pretty picture. Bottom line, the future of lending looks murky. Countrywide can't sell a lot of its loans to investors, so it's having to hold onto them.
I love the way press releases are written. Here are two very different ones. First, the press release making the biggest stretch: REESE'S® PEANUT BUTTER & BANANA CREME CUPS PAY TRIBUTE TO ELVIS PRESLEY. This is promoting--ok, I'm not kidding--new "Collector Edition Reese's Elvis cups" which feature "the unique flavor combination of peanut butter and bananas made famous by Elvis' love of peanut butter and banana sandwiches, a Southern favorite." COLLECTOR EDITION? Look for them to be bid up like crazy on eBay!
Eric Distenfeld likes to watch people's feet. It pays off. Last week I told you that Distenfeld, a portfolio manager at Chestnut Ridge Capital, noticed a lot more people wearing Crocs to temple on Tisha B'av, a day in the Jewish tradition when you're not supposed to wear leather shoes. Distenfeld says he then bought a bunch of CROX shares heading into earnings. Earnings were stellar, and he made a killing. Now he's watching people's feet again...
I am currently sitting in a McDonald's in Chino, California, where it's about 152 degrees outside. I've been in a corn field all day doing live shots on how companies like Monsanto are investing big money to genetically modify crops so they can withstand drought. Chino is best known for its dairy farms...and, well, you really can't appreciate the smell of the place until you've been here. The flies are so numerous they have their own Congressional district.
Who doesn’t want to be Sir Richard Branson? Today, though, he may have bitten of more than his beknighted mouth can chew. I wish him well in starting a new airline based in San Francisco, Virgin America. He will need luck. Folks, if you’ve ever flown in or out of San Francisco, you know what I'm talking about—the bitter resentment growing in your belly as the fog settles in once more and delays your flight for two hours.
"Fake Jane," the wildly popular alter-evil-ego of Real Jane, has been the talk of the blogosphere. Haven't you heard? Ok, take my word for it, then. Fake Jane "tells it like it is." She has opined on a variety of important issues of the day, like the distastrous impact HD cameras will have on her career. Fake Jane has railed against the hiring of young women in TV news--any woman younger than she is. Which is a lot of women.
In an earlier post, I mentioned how one Pittsburgh hospital is banning its staff from wearing Crocs shoes. Well, it appears Crocs are just what the doctor ordered for some members of the Jewish faith. Here's how. Last week was Tisha B'av, considered "the saddest day in Jewish history," marking several awful events that happened on that day over the centuries, including the destruction of Temple in Jerusalem not once, but twice--more than 600 years apart.
A hospital in Pittsburgh is banning Crocs, the comfy rubbery shoes with holes in them. Hospital officials call them a hazard, fearing a nurse might drop a syringe on his or her foot and, bingo! One nurse tells the AP that's a croc. "I mean, I can get a needle stuck in my arm or my leg."
So Star Jones finally admits she had gastric bypass surgery. Really? People, it's like denying you had a facelift, collagen, or breast augmentation. WE KNOW. 177,000 people had gastric bypass last year, nearly double from 2003, making it one of the fastest growing plastic surgery procedures. So is PhotoShop. Check out Kelly Osbourne--I'll have what she's having.
This job really does beat working for a living. I've just had the opportunity to drive a car worth, gulp, $435,000. That's about twice the price of your average home in the U.S. these days. The car is a new Rolls Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe (pronounced coup-AY). Drophead is a fancy name for convertible. The car will start selling in September, and the first year is pretty much sold out. Yeah. Sold out.
Most mind-numbing PR stunt of the summer (so far): Here's the headline: "100 cows face-off against world-class surfers during Honda U.S. Open of Surfing at the Huntington Beach Pier." Where's the beef? Against the backdrop of the world's largest professional surfing competition, 100 cows will be herded into the Honda U.S. Open of Surfing by 40 cowboys on Thursday, July 26. The first-ever beach cattle drive at the Huntington Beach Pier takes place at 7:00 a.m., even as professional surfing's "elite athletes take to the waves."
Note to PR people: please actually WATCH our network and understand what CNBC does before sending pitches. Here's a shortened list of press releases sent my way in the last 24 hours: "Draumr Publishing, an independent U.S. press, has finally released 'Moon Child,' the tantalizing new novel by first time Canadian author Simone Maroney, to the North American public. The book is a rollicking good ride, complete with adventure, betrayal and harrowing escapes from dire circumstances." And then there's Lindsay Lohan.
Ever wanted to meet the Woz? I DO! Change the world? Eh, not so much. Now you can do both. Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak is attending the upcoming IdeaFestival being sponsored by Best Buy's Geek Squad. It's an annual gathering of idea people--not Madison Avenue idea people, you know, the guys who brainstorm about putting monkeys in commercials--but people with ideas for changing the world! Through technology!
It's nice being able to pay someone else to mow the lawn. Now a company in Memphis is taking it a step further. You can pay a little more, and a crew of lawn mowing women will arrive at your house--wearing bikinis. The company is www.tigertimelawncare.com, a three-month old firm using the gimmick to get attention. It's worked.
On the heels of fakesteve.blogspot.com (the fake Steve Jobs), and my own fakeJane (the fake me, see below), it turns out everything, EVERYTHING, is fake. Even the story about the Chinese buns made out of cardboard. Or is it? That's the problem with China these days. You believe the bad news, then when they tell you the bad news was a lie, you don't believe that either.
With all the talk about the “Fake Steve Jobs” at www.fakesteve.blogspot.com, (including on this blog), followed by the "Fake Gene Munster," the Piper Jaffray analyst who covers Apple, at www.fakegene.blogspot.com (Jim Goldman alerted us to this one yesterday), it seems to me all the attention goes to the fakes. So, what if there was a “Fake Jane”? I mean, I’m kinda fake already, but what about someone pretending to be me--an evil, bitter, insecure version of me? Ok. Me.
Wal-Mart is test marketing religious action toys, hoping there's a Goliath-like appetite out there for something other than Bratz dolls or Dragon Ball Z. The toys are being made by One2believe in California, and they'll be rolled out in August at 425 Wal-Mart stores. The test stores are not just in the Bible Belt, but in places like California. The action figures include a 3" tall figure of Daniel in the lion's den, and a foot-tall talking Jesus. What would Jesus do? Ask him! He talks!
Whoever writes www.fakesteve.blogspot.com says he (she?) isn't the Apple CEO, he just plays him on the internet. The true author is the object of much speculation inside the tech circle. The only clue we have is that "Fake Steve" claims he (she??) "invented the friggin iPod," a jab at the real Steve Jobs. On the blog Fake Steve rips on everyone.