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RDCanecutter

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  1. Was feeling moth-to-flame-ish today so ducked into busy gold store. Nothing I really liked, so I asked if they had any Mexican silver hidden away, like, actual old coins. Jackpot! Big tray full of heavy 27g Cuautómecs, 24g Hidalgo grandes + various commemoratives, 20g wreath Hidalgos, 13g Hidalgo chicos, good spread of variants. I had less than 100 bucks to play with, so I homed in on the cool Post-1905-Reform Cap-and-Ray Pesos, at 12g ASW a little chunkier than US Half Dollars. What really matters is that these were the coins that Humphrey Bogart was begging off of John Houston when he was down and out in Tampico in Treasure of the Sierra Madre (go watch it.) Woulda equalled US 50 cents back then, so, what, maybe 10 bucks now? They were a tad grubby so I went home and did the non-abrasive baking soda, hot water, and aluminum foil trick on them. After dirt drifted off of them and tarnish transferred to the foil, washed them gently and dried them on a towel. Then I jacked with the settings on the final photo in case I ever want to go for $5 extra profit on eBay, which I don't. 84 grams actual silver weight for 84 bucks. About 50 cents/oz over melt.
  2. Looking at the ground beats fiddling with a metal detector. When I was 15 I had a cheapo one and found 27 cents. One quarter and one cent of that came from staring at the ground while not using the detector. I also found every pop-top in Selma Alabama but did not realize I could have sold those en masse for way more than 27 cents. Not being a quick learner, 40 years later I bought a better one. Similar results. Our big find was while walking without the detector on a path with a low-lying area next to a creek. Mrs. Canecutter scoops up a gold earring from the grass. I weigh it at home on my homemade specific gravity rig. It's real. Sell it 90% melt at dealer. Sell detector to plumber who sees it gathering dust in corner. tldr/Look at the ground.
  3. It's a red herring. Nobody with gold would spend it day-to-day if you had an inflating asset like dollars to use instead. I suspect it's just a way to sell it without capital gains.
  4. I have moved from many places, but the only place I fled started with "College" and ended with "Station." Custer performed better recon than I.
  5. Hook a brother up?
  6. Tame the hogs, teach them tricks, encourage them to wear clothing. You'll never get rid of them, but at least they'll cease to be feral.
  7. Makes an awesome ring tone too, while bringing back memories of scouting around San Antonio with Czech friends. And at least it's not The Corrs, flavorless smooth-peanut-butter music that the Irish girls were stuck on back in the Aughts. Actually the Irish I hung out back then were big Dixie Chicks fans. They couldn't tell Hillbilly from Irish. Which I guess is the point.
  8. Hence my theme song. On closer investigation, Sullivans march across Ireland, probably committing mayhem, other local Irish commit mayhem back. Drink beer, hum a tune.
  9. Legion was sketch even when they played the Iron Bowl there. Never heard of shootouts though until this year's Magic City Classic between Alabama State and Alabama A&M. Probably random adjacent foolishness. CSB/We got married almost 20 years ago during the Classic weekend. Put outta-town family up at the renovated Redmont Hotel downtown, where every other guest was a football alum of the schools. My tiny niece from Chicago probably still thinks everybody here is a giant./CSB
  10. Probably lost 1100, repaired 1050. Chart appears ate up with the dumbass as mentioned earlier about El Alamein.
  11. Might even be smaller depending on how many 500Euro "Bin Ladens" they used in the mix. My only experience with hiding chunks of valuables was when my old girlfriend got gifted a 100 oz Silver ingot from her grammaw. She wrapped it in a towel and used it as a doorstop. Hope she didn't sell it back when it was $9/0z.
  12. Garrick Saito · Follow Lives in Los Angeles · 9y Originally Answered: How big would a metal box be to hold $250,000.000.00 of $100.00 dollar bills? It should fit comfortably into a cube-shaped metal box measuring 5' x 5' x 5'. $250M hundred dollars bills is 2.5 million pieces of paper. Our present currency measures 2.61 inches wide by 6.14 inches long, and the thickness is 0.0043 inches [1]. The height of 2.5M bills stacked one on top of each other would be 10,750 inches (2.5M x .0043 inches). The width and length of that stack would be 2.61 inches by 6.14. The volume of paper would be 172,273 cubic inches (10750 x 2.61 x 6.14). The cube root of 172,273 cubic inches is 55.64 inches (or 4.64 feet). [1] Source: Facts About U.S. Money
  13. I have a theory that whatever things cost when you're in your 20s is what down deep you think they should cost forever. So I'm stuck on 80s prices, as in, about 1/3 of now. Hey, it works when I go to Mexico.
  14. Speak for yourself. Personally I am suddenly filled with new emotions and questioning my life assumptions.
  15. I don't think there's enough money in the world to pay the one who looks like he goes dumpster-diving.
  16. As a Bham resident this is the first bowl game I've actually been excited about in years. Got a new stadium north of downtown that's within the shuttle-bus grid, somewhat airport loungish but still bar-crawly places within a block, and two interesting teams that have had their moments with players who theoretically read books. And I could watch option football all day. Word on the street is that tickets are still about 50 bucks to start out, or pay 100 and be a baller. It's not like old Legion field, where I would drop in on games with $20 loose cash in my pocket: $5 to park in somebody's driveway, another 5 to get a sammich, and the rest to finagle your way inside the Old Gray Lady.
  17. I used to crawl way out on the edge of the roof to clean the gutters. Two story drop to concrete, never a worry. Then one day The Fear came. Now I clean that gutter using a long-ass pole while climbing a ladder where if I fall, 6' drop to wooden deck. Probably equally dangerous, but The Fear doesn't reach me there. I am too hard-headed and cheap to hire some young dudes. Guess I might wanna get over that.
  18. HELL YEAH!
  19. Or not.
  20. Still have a huge amount to learn, but better than not having it. This diabetes was supposed to be a 3 hour cruise, but it's got the makings of a beloved multi-year show. Still not dead though. Rock on.
  21. What am I supposed to do with this yacht I bought?
  22. Old Testament is like a porno version of a Conan story. I was reading Book of Kings as a young spider monkey while the preacher would carry on about forgiveness.
  23. After a few days getting to know Insulin, it's my new best friend, my Elvin blade Sting. Shit works. It's like I suddenly have a brake pedal and steering wheel that work. I still let the sugar run a smidge high, because that's what I deal with best, but am learning how to slowwwly creep it down.
  24. They're Russians. Make them sail around enough, and they'll all find a way to sink.
  25. Come for the cancer, stay for the diabetes. I picked up some agitation in my kidney, maybe from the Keytruda. So we paused that, and doc gave my Prednisone to knock out the -itis. Except I could barely take it because my sugar would spike, like over 600. Is that bad? After a dance of wrong insulin, denied insulin, and actual prescribed insulin, I am on my second day of stabbing myself with it in the belly. Yesterday, fuck-all happened but it wasn't too high anyway so we were good. Took my Pred. Today, I decided to make the game interesting, so I rolled over to Taco Casa and got the #1 special w/enchilada, taco, rice, beans, and a few chips in case the carbs were too weak. Went home, it's like 380 sugar, I take 6 units (a tad under recs because I don't want to fish-tail it,) an hour later it's 400-something. I eat meatballs and my Inner British Army Sergeant says "Wait for it... wait for it..." Shortly after that Mrs. Canecutter cooks more low-carb food, I'm at 330-ish. Fuggit. Stab 6 more units in Mah Bellih. Right before midnight, blood sugar drops to 188. S'wut I'm talkin about. Throw down some Prednisone goodness. So why am I still awake? I've got an entry to the Shart 2024 Thread just waiting to jump slap out my ass but it's cagey, it's waiting for me to get up off the toilet.
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