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RDCanecutter

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  1. Thanks. Luckily this password was very different from my usual ones, which go--- Ha! Almost got me. You're good mannnn, real good.
  2. Are you my friend? How can I give you money? JSYK, I'll need a day or two to set up a new account.
  3. I worked assembly line in a pump factory. It was hot, sweaty, and naisty. But it didn't involve waking up at 2AM to go ram my arm up inside a cow's pussy to try to turn a calf around. I mean, I used to clean sump pumps in a sewage plant and [RDCanecutter pompously boasts of other dirty jobs turning sepia in his mind's eye] but none of em involved ramming my arm up inside a cow's pussy.
  4. Fooled. Pantsed. Suckered. I am used to flushing out the run of the mill Calcutta boiler room flunky. Guys who claim they're from my credit union but don't know which state it's in. But like Bama playing a year of Chattanoogas, I got punched in the gut coming up against real competition. They had texted me a couple of days ago from my credit union's number, as my credit union does any time I do an unusual transaction. Something about somebody trying to log in fron a second phone #. Type "No" if it's not you. "No." Forget about it. They'd laid the groundwork that they and I were working together, against crime. I shoulda called back to talk to a person, but I get this stuff a fair amount as I roam the land. Tonight I get a call about the same "infiltration" attempt. Person on the phone, vague American accent, slightly huffy. No doubt AI looking back. When I ask them where my credit union is, they misdirect and answer something else. Happens twice. Third time they tell me the town, Obvious now that they stalled and googled it. This is where I fumbled the ball, shoulda just hung up. At the very least, say bye and then call my credit union's number on my own. But for some reason thinking I just had a snitty employee on the phone that I had offended, I kept talking. After all, they were just trying to help me. For the rest of it I was a sheep led to slaughter. They texted me a log in to my account, me, brain turned off, signed in. Then (to howling laughter now) they explained how they'd be contacting the Feds as well as state authorities, so maybe don't log in for a day or two as they'd be looking for pings to hunt down the suspect and they didn't want me to muddy the trail. Even in my brain-washed state my instincts said "Wut th'FUCK" at that, while my rational brain said "No, stop that, they're trying to HELP us..." About 5 minutes later I get a call back from a very human, slightly frazzled person who says she's credit union security. She knows where my credit union is, she sounds like she lives there, and she knows how to pronounce the weird street name it's on, I'm still burnt but I wave her into the compound. Turns out the bastards were running transactions through my credit card into my checking, about 2,000 at a time, she put a hold on it before it got astronomical. Now my bank account is locked up. In the morning I'll call the credit union and we'll do the good ol' police report/start a new account thing. Got got gotdammit. I had a simple trick for sussing out scammers, they failed the test, and I let em in the door anyway.
  5. Ben bon, je me branle en l'écoutant.
  6. Somebody has to be the TV station that freaked out about Star Trek's interracial kiss. So glad I grew up in 1960s Bama. I already saw the Cliffs Notes on all of this.
  7. Bayeux Bayeux
  8. I can think of few fates grimmer than being the seventh generation chained to a farm.
  9. I hope so. CSB: maybe 12 years ago when I was selling $5 cartoons on eBay, an artsy gallery on Brick Lane in London bought batches of them to resell. They took me about 5 minutes each to make. I hope they marked them up 10 times and sold them at nose-bleed prices to vacationing aristocracy who'd never handle knowing they originated from my dirty filthy Alabamian hands. Good times. /CSB
  10. Well which is it, young feller, is she Welsh, or Texan? Because if the's Welsh, she'd be standin in Cardiff. And if she's Texan, she's not gonna be in motion if she was already here.
  11. Probably wattle and daub cleverly constructed to mimic metal and concrete. Typical cargo cult stuff.
  12. Stevie Ray is honored with a second statue in Wales I see.
  13. And also in Army Basic Training. There's a joke in there somewhere.
  14. All I know is never get in the way of a guy driving a dented car.
  15. Man. Like those military notes, I wonder if the slightly uneven eyes were a counterfeit-beating measure. Were those used to avoid having to ship heavy coins abroad? Those Chihuahua notes from the start of the Revolución, I kind of wonder if they ever got cashed in for full value. But I read that Villa, starting out, was paying his men in gold pesos. Only later did he print so much paper money that it dropped in value iirc. Texas money-- any idea what was on the triangular cut-out? Confederate-- as a child I remember my grandmother taking three CSA $20 bills out of hiding to show to me. At the time I thought a great-great-grandaddy Canecutter had ridden the dusty trail home with them stashed in a saddle bag. Now I realize maybe my own grandad bought them a century later in the little tobacco/paperback/porn magazine kiosk that once stood on Broad Street in downtown Selma. Don't know if they're still stashed in her old house. They looked nice, so maybe they were Union counterfeits. I once read that on the eve of Lee's surrender, the CSA Dollar was running about 70 to 1 to the US Dollar (the real one, not the Greenback.) So, at the low point of the Confederacy, you could theoretically use 1400 doomed bumwad dollars to get an ounce of gold. I doubt it ever happened, but I am sure that eggs or other perishables changed hands in the currency up until the end, and maybe after-- say it's 1865, and you read that clause about how they could be cashed in "6 months after a ratification of a treaty of peace," well, it doesn't say anything about winning, who knows if the Yankees might honor it for some number of cents on the dollar? Makes as much sense as holding onto some NFT.
  16. I blame high schools that didn't have drama programs.
  17. I'm glad I got my churchin' in before the projected lyrics and the wavey-hands praying started up.
  18. That's gonna be the Commission from Hell for whichever artist gets railroaded into it. The head will never be right.
  19. That price right there is why they're a moronic company. I suspect all the best logos in history were produced by throwing a week's pay at a couple of in-house graphic designers, and the CEO and a couple other guys looked at them, couldn't decide, and had the secretary pick one out. As for football, if you OD missing it, just go sit in a bar. They're paying for it whether you're there or not.
  20. Always been more of an Ionesco feller my own self.
  21. It's the kind of shit I used to hear from my grandparents' generation. And happily not from my actual grandparents, just random mean old fuckers.
  22. I'd say stamp collecting and pure coin collecting (focused more on the type and condition than the material) are similar head-spaces. When I was a kid I inherited a bag of British Empire stamps and perusing them gave me exposure to art, geography, and some grasp of world events post-WWII. Then there were countless almost-worthless world coins in base metal that I would buy out of gum ball machines. An aluminum coin with something like "1000 pesos" written on it is worth a Masters in Economics if you stare at it long enough. Back to stamps, an old coin dealer who'd confide the tricks of the trade mentioned that he was slightly annoyed at "Bullion Sharks" (like me) but the real PITA was mailing things to stamp collectors-- they considered themselves some sort of aristocracy, and would crawl all over a stamp with a magnifying glass searching for one fly speck to complain about.
  23. George Wallace absently waves a singed and faded Presidential campaign flag, wondering why he couldn't have been born 27 years later.
  24. That's what I'm saying-- Mexican gold was common, not much mark-up. Libertads weren't any more expensive than Maples or Eagles. Now they are, dunno why. /OldManStories
  25. Well, the Democrats currently compare poorly to French Generals in 1940, so you aren't really an outlier around here if you feel contempt for them.
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