Bird - you may need to repost the specifics on your "Dictator Zoo" idea, for all the "Stackers". It is of course legendary in CFN history - second only to my idea solving Elysianfield's retirement dilemma.
I solved it for him a few months back, with my "Bringing Reno to Elysianfield" idea. If you missed it, let me know, and I'll try to backtrack JHK's post. You, my friend, will love it.
Bird - you may need to repost the specifics on your "Dictator Zoo" idea, for all the "Stackers". It is of course legendary in CFN history - second only to my idea solving Elysianfield's retirement dilemma.
I solved it for him a few months back, with my "Bringing Reno to Elysianfield" idea. If you missed it, let me know, and I'll try to backtrack JHK's post. You, my friend, will love it.
I find myself at a crossroads. The ascension of Trump provides me, perhaps, with an opportunity that, had Trump been otherwise, I would not recognize. I have assets that, if liquidated in an orderly fashion, might, after taxes, break seven figures. I am a relatively healthy 78, no heirs, no obligations, no debts. The 100+ acreage I own on the Inner coastal range of Oregon ensures that I will not be impacted by the outrages soon to come. I have the largest machine shop in the county, and a good well, and 90+ producing fruit trees of all types suitable for the area. I am 20+ minutes driving at 40 mph from any small town. I have built this place for the obvious troubles that will eventually fall upon us all.
My question? Should I sell out, move to Reno, rent a furnished apartment, and spend the remainder of my days wallowing in the fleshpots of the area? They have a good library, several venues that spread poker games of various sizes, and some decent food at restaurants in the Casinos and otherwise. I am not a problem gambler...poker only, and I usually play at a break even level, at least. Sooo, what to do? I have been responsible all my life, and this would hardly qualify as responsible.
Hunker down for the remainder of my days, or Hookers and Blow (only without the hookers and blow)?
Stay where you are and bring "Reno" to you. This sort of follows a business model that's been rattling around in my head. You're handy, build a three-story structure, maybe 50 x 50.
Now, where do strippers get "all over" tans? Probably tanning salons, right? But that gets expensive. The flat rooftop of the building is designed as a "sundeck" for strippers - a perimeter wall, so people can't peek in (freely), you know, if they climbed adjacent trees - pesky perverts.
The actual third floor is living quarters for the strippers, sort of dormitory-style or like a hostel. They can hang out up there, when they're not tanning or "working".
The actual second floor is a poker parlor, outfitted with tables and maybe some video poker machines, but they're so impersonal. Camaraderie and social interaction are just as important as the game, I think.
The actual ground floor is your living quarters, arranged however you like. The only design constraint is that your personal master bedroom has to layout beneath the pole.
Dammit, I almost forgot. All vertical access going up and down for poker patrons, is by an interior set of stairs. but the vertical means of access coming down for the strippers, is by a 3-1/2 story brass pole, that starts at the rooftop sundeck and bottoms out in your bedroom.
Are you picturing this? In the poker parlor, there is a fire alarm, and when someone pulls it, all the strippers tanning on the rooftop sundeck and in their rooms, run and slide down the brass pole.
There's an indicator telling them which floor the fire is on - either the second-floor poker parlor, in which case they all pile off there, and start dancing for the poker patrons, or the ground floor, in which case, they slide all the way down, and all pile off in your bedroom.
Now here's the innovative part - call it unconventional if you want. At the turn off from your main road - a 1/4 mile if I remember, build a small building, maybe 25 x 25, single-story, outfitted with 10 video monitors and rent drones, by the hour.
The drone rental patrons, on lower budgets - the poker parlor beyond their means - rent drones and buzz the naked strippers on the rooftop sundeck, dropping dollar bills to their favorites.
I have to admit, during the hysteria of Covid, while everyone else was freaking out, and the capricious definitions of essential businesses (strip joints, being one, but for some reason, not recognized as such) I tried to think of a way strippers could still make money, guys could still enjoy their talents, all while complying with the "social distancing" foolishness.
So, the genius of drone-dropping dollar bills to strippers on rooftop sundecks was born.
The revenue streams are thus. The poker parlor is self-supporting, because the house always wins. The meager winnings from the patrons, goes to the strippers during second floor "fires", so they can pay you rent on their third-floor accommodations. Finally, the drone rentals are additional passive income.
There you go. You can do this E! You're already a legend, but if you develop this visionary model, you'll go down in history. It's sort of mash up of Hefner's hedonism, Musk's visionary talents and some Meyer Lansky mixed in.
Scratch the video poker. It ain't poker without players.
Dollars-by-Drone might have some trouble of a windy day - tipping the wrong stripper being the least of them. But if you put weights on the dollars, that could cause even more trouble.
ely will also need someone to rub tanning oil on the lovely ladies. While I am currently gainfully employed, I might consider relocating if the price is right. Work as a volunteer? Well, ummm, I... What's the address?
Bird - you may need to repost the specifics on your "Dictator Zoo" idea, for all the "Stackers". It is of course legendary in CFN history - second only to my idea solving Elysianfield's retirement dilemma.
I solved it for him a few months back, with my "Bringing Reno to Elysianfield" idea. If you missed it, let me know, and I'll try to backtrack JHK's post. You, my friend, will love it.
"...you may need to repost the specifics..."
Well, I could cook these Stackers up a mess o' fish sticks, or I could show them where the freezer section is.
"Bringing Reno to Elysianfield", isn't ringing a bell. Better send me a link.
elysianfield
elysianfieldтАЩs Substack
Jan 3
Well, ladies and germs;
I find myself at a crossroads. The ascension of Trump provides me, perhaps, with an opportunity that, had Trump been otherwise, I would not recognize. I have assets that, if liquidated in an orderly fashion, might, after taxes, break seven figures. I am a relatively healthy 78, no heirs, no obligations, no debts. The 100+ acreage I own on the Inner coastal range of Oregon ensures that I will not be impacted by the outrages soon to come. I have the largest machine shop in the county, and a good well, and 90+ producing fruit trees of all types suitable for the area. I am 20+ minutes driving at 40 mph from any small town. I have built this place for the obvious troubles that will eventually fall upon us all.
My question? Should I sell out, move to Reno, rent a furnished apartment, and spend the remainder of my days wallowing in the fleshpots of the area? They have a good library, several venues that spread poker games of various sizes, and some decent food at restaurants in the Casinos and otherwise. I am not a problem gambler...poker only, and I usually play at a break even level, at least. Sooo, what to do? I have been responsible all my life, and this would hardly qualify as responsible.
Hunker down for the remainder of my days, or Hookers and Blow (only without the hookers and blow)?
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Ron Anselmo
Ron Anselmo
Jan 5
E - I've got you on this.
Stay where you are and bring "Reno" to you. This sort of follows a business model that's been rattling around in my head. You're handy, build a three-story structure, maybe 50 x 50.
Now, where do strippers get "all over" tans? Probably tanning salons, right? But that gets expensive. The flat rooftop of the building is designed as a "sundeck" for strippers - a perimeter wall, so people can't peek in (freely), you know, if they climbed adjacent trees - pesky perverts.
The actual third floor is living quarters for the strippers, sort of dormitory-style or like a hostel. They can hang out up there, when they're not tanning or "working".
The actual second floor is a poker parlor, outfitted with tables and maybe some video poker machines, but they're so impersonal. Camaraderie and social interaction are just as important as the game, I think.
The actual ground floor is your living quarters, arranged however you like. The only design constraint is that your personal master bedroom has to layout beneath the pole.
Dammit, I almost forgot. All vertical access going up and down for poker patrons, is by an interior set of stairs. but the vertical means of access coming down for the strippers, is by a 3-1/2 story brass pole, that starts at the rooftop sundeck and bottoms out in your bedroom.
Are you picturing this? In the poker parlor, there is a fire alarm, and when someone pulls it, all the strippers tanning on the rooftop sundeck and in their rooms, run and slide down the brass pole.
There's an indicator telling them which floor the fire is on - either the second-floor poker parlor, in which case they all pile off there, and start dancing for the poker patrons, or the ground floor, in which case, they slide all the way down, and all pile off in your bedroom.
Now here's the innovative part - call it unconventional if you want. At the turn off from your main road - a 1/4 mile if I remember, build a small building, maybe 25 x 25, single-story, outfitted with 10 video monitors and rent drones, by the hour.
The drone rental patrons, on lower budgets - the poker parlor beyond their means - rent drones and buzz the naked strippers on the rooftop sundeck, dropping dollar bills to their favorites.
I have to admit, during the hysteria of Covid, while everyone else was freaking out, and the capricious definitions of essential businesses (strip joints, being one, but for some reason, not recognized as such) I tried to think of a way strippers could still make money, guys could still enjoy their talents, all while complying with the "social distancing" foolishness.
So, the genius of drone-dropping dollar bills to strippers on rooftop sundecks was born.
The revenue streams are thus. The poker parlor is self-supporting, because the house always wins. The meager winnings from the patrons, goes to the strippers during second floor "fires", so they can pay you rent on their third-floor accommodations. Finally, the drone rentals are additional passive income.
There you go. You can do this E! You're already a legend, but if you develop this visionary model, you'll go down in history. It's sort of mash up of Hefner's hedonism, Musk's visionary talents and some Meyer Lansky mixed in.
BTW, looking for a GM position. :-)
You've obviously put some thought into this.
Scratch the video poker. It ain't poker without players.
Dollars-by-Drone might have some trouble of a windy day - tipping the wrong stripper being the least of them. But if you put weights on the dollars, that could cause even more trouble.
ely will also need someone to rub tanning oil on the lovely ladies. While I am currently gainfully employed, I might consider relocating if the price is right. Work as a volunteer? Well, ummm, I... What's the address?