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RDCanecutter

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  1. My skin was crawling waiting for one of the trainees to let loose a burst at gut level.
  2. Better to be out the money for clean gutters, than out the money for a broken back?
  3. I only get up to Tennessee about once every two years, but my impression is that the Alabama side has monuments to science (we like to head-fake people) while the Tennessee side has liquor stores covered in metal bars and underage people lurking about. Go farther north in Tennessee, it gets better. Go farther east or west in Alabama, it gets worse. Fireworks stores seem to be everywhere when the time is right. Kinda off to the NW in Tennessee you can buy Ural Motorcycles with sidecars. My pal who got one says if you replace about half the parts, they run great. Knockoff WW2 BMW clones? Sadly, the Alabama Rest Stop Saturn 1B appears to have succumbed to decades of weather. Maybe Huntsville will build another one.
  4. The person I'm buying the table from is young, extroverted, tied into happenings down in Montgomery and Selma, and says she has good insurance but could use more money. It'd be a crime not to let her recon furniture deals for me in exchange for cash bonuses. I truck it from the economic glories of 1896 up to the current reality of tech, medical, and aerospace paychecks in the northern half of the state. Now to practice shouting "Fools! FOOLS!" at my other underlings.
  5. Similar here a few years back with collectible gamer stuff on consignment. The info is vital-- once sold a home-made flimsy "Battle of the Five Armies" pre-D&D fantasy game for 200 bucks. Did NOT see that coming. Thing is, the difference between a collectibles shop and a junk shop is about 8 months in my experience. Good stuff sells, crap stays. Anyway, never got out of the habit of carrying "Jump On It" money in case of seeing diamonds in the rough. We finally got our basement cleared out and properly drained, so suddenly I have the equivalent of a small Hanseatic merchant cob worth of space to play with. As an artist it is impossible for me to do anything like overspending so my mistakes may stay small. Any advice appreciated.
  6. Saw a Facebook marketplace ad from friends down in the Alabama Black Belt, where everything is old, selling table and chairs. Look kinda nice to me. Seem like they'd be 500. They only want 250. I jump in. I live next to Mountain Brook, where I bet I could list them for 750, and let folks slap me around down to 500. I generally make my $ at art shows, and am due to get a van this January. Don't need an art van on weekdays. But maybe a furniture van. Something something depreciation. All I know about local antique dudes is they know weird facts, some local history, were raised by vicious but funny grammamas, and are not quite accepted at polite dinner parties. I have naturally acquired many of those traits. There should be a specific question in here, but I am too ignorant to ask it. Do you have any good advice? Anyway, on Thursday I am rolling down there to grab some furniture
  7. I have it on excellent authority that almost every Moore from Alabama is a feckless shithead.
  8. What's the hotline number for when you get fucked over by your insurance company? Or maybe the state already regulates against shitty compan-WAHAHAHAAAHAHAA
  9. Learning to handle this insulin combo started out complicated, but now it's just click click click like running function checks on a pistol. Sitting here just grooving on 150 post-huge-breakfast blood sugar. Hell, if it drops more, I could finish that Snickers Bar in the fridge. Much different from yesterday. My legs haven't been quite as Conan-esque as usual so I decided to lean into Old Man Shit and go walk around a big mall for an hour. All good except I saw some Mexican Hot Chocolate, and BAM I was on it like white on rice and had half of it down before I realized I wasn't supposed to touch that much sugar. Spent an extra hour walking more, constantly mixed up about which entrance I'd come in through. Kinda like one of those nightmares with endless rooms. Finally emerged like an addled Morlock into the gray drizzle, and realized I was the entire length of the mall from my car. Staggered through a jumbled landscape never meant for human locomotion with the mindless faith of a leafcutter ant, after 4 false parking lots I heard the car beep. Collapsed inside and was ready to sleep, but lo and behold, eyes focused, brain cleared, and drove home in car-man cyborg mode not testing the speed limit.
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. Hook a brother up?
  15. 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.
  16. 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.
  17. 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.
  18. 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
  19. Probably lost 1100, repaired 1050. Chart appears ate up with the dumbass as mentioned earlier about El Alamein.
  20. 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.
  21. 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
  22. 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.
  23. Speak for yourself. Personally I am suddenly filled with new emotions and questioning my life assumptions.
  24. I don't think there's enough money in the world to pay the one who looks like he goes dumpster-diving.
  25. 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.
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