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RDCanecutter

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  1. I don't pay a big $3.50/month to NOT see part of the circus.
  2. Look at those Electoral vote numbers. Imagine you had the Franklin Mint Chess Set concession for upstate New York in those days, you'd be printing your own money for 4-8 years, especially if you bought up a bunch of farms right outside Atlanta.
  3. The birds are after givin a very specific message to them that knoh who they are and what it's about. Now there'll either be a settlin up or shite will get mental. Anyway it's none o you cunts business is it so fook off wi the lot o yeez.
  4. Back to millionaires, I am sorry, but I cannot accept as millionaires people who bought an ordinary house and then just showed up at their job for thirty years. There's not one mention of maMA or paPA, cheating on exams at the boarding school, or learning how to play the villagers off against the mercenaries and politicians at the banana plantation. Yes, I realize these people do have one million 2025 dollars of wealth. But that's almost as silly as having one million pesos. Why, they don't even wear top hats. I submit to the jury that we should award "Millionaire" status ONLY to those who have one million 1935 dollars. Why 1935? Because that's when Monopoly officially came out. That little cartoon millionaire set the standard. So I want to see spats, top hats, at least $23 million modern dollars (inflation,) as well as a general insouciance and breeding, or at least the ability to fake it. Extra points for leaping into piles of gold coins.
  5. I called them errands so as not to frighten people. They were more like adventures. Quests. That's it, quests. I am building up to a theoretical future where I roam the planet producing art on the fly. Specifically, rolling into Mexico City with the paint still wet on some canvases, as the crowds cheer. Will I get there? Quién sabe. But the same way we started the Moon landings by shooting Alan Shepard into space long enough to dip his toe in the ether, my personal Mercury program involved shakedown cruises on city buses, sometimes to places with Ricotta cake, always while drawing. tldr: I thought the sugar would go up a smidge, I didn't think it would do a 500 point jump.
  6. Coming off the Lenvima and most of the steroids, I find myself in the unknown territory of borderline low blood pressure and low blood sugar. This morning it was too low to take any insulin. What to do? I ran some errands and felt loopy. Eating a Snickers bar didn't help. Hotdog either. So I nuked it. RICOTTA CAKE orange supremes, orange caramel, whipped ricotta Got home and had blood sugar 581. Took my insulin doses with a a clear conscience.
  7. At least you got to be Lenny Kravitz. In France I was Colin Powell. I, too, am from the Land of Whites. My theory is that if you don't grow up with 500 years of Detect If Someone Is Black or White, you notice obvious similarities. As in, if you had posed Colin Powell in a group photo with my dad, my son, and me, we'd all probably be related. Random French Dood in Bar saw it.
  8. In the early 80s in White Dwarf magazine, there was an article about putting your D&D campaign on the silver standard-- when figuring the characters' starting money, to substitute silver pieces wherever it said gold, but keep all prices the same. Suddenly you'd get all these lightly-armored semi-medieval types toting spears and clubs, sorta like real peasant levies. I tried it out on a group, and of course they wailed for a bit, but it didn't change much other than they were more careful and maybe used some tactics. After a few games they had Murder-Hoboed their way into decent gear so I guess it didn't really matter.
  9. In Officer Candidate School we had an inspection coming up. Which, being OCS, meant it was going to happen in about 30 seconds and you had 30 dudes all smash simultaneously into the walk-in storage closet where our Class B uniforms were kept, all in a frenzy to polish shoes and brass while basically playing Twister inside the tiny space. If anybody was less than perfect, we'd all be low-crawling in formation before getting another impossible task. We were stressed. So, in my wisdom, I was polishing my collar brass on my collar instead of taking them off to do it. I had an open can of Brasso and a rag. Inevitably, another candidate jostled me, and half the can of toxic chemicals dumped down my chest. No time to worry-- outside at a sprint for formation. One of my own guys gasped as he did a pre-inspection-- where the Brasso had hit my shirt, it left a black oil-slick stain that covered half my chest. And here come the officers. I threw out my mighty pectoral muscles and, to coin a phrase, brassed it out. First officer came by, looked at my polished shoes and shaved chin, stepped down the line. Second one did the same. Third one, classic high-functioning alcoholic Colonel, goggled at my chest and said "What the HELL happened to your shirt?" "SIR I Dumped Brasso On It SIR." "Brasso? Are you an IDIOT, Canecutter?" "SIR Apparently So SIR." He shook his head and walked on by. I got away with it. If I'd had a smudge on my shoe, I'd have been punished, but a chest full of Brasso was so egregious, so humiliating, so damn stupid, it brought me the protection that primitive societies accord to the insane.
  10. It's been a time of productivity, finishing stacks of small paintings for upcoming shows. But this isn't about that. This is about something I like to do that verges on performance art. I chop up cardboard and do small drawings on the fly when I run errands around town. They are not high-profit but they do sell fast. So in the back of my mind I always wanted to see if I could pay for a real trip somewhere just by drawing while in a bus, train, or plane. I don't mind slow travel especially if I'm seeing interesting sights. Goal is to one day pull into Mexico City with a pack full of art created en route. So as a child of the Mercury/Gemini/Apollo era, I figured I'd dick around practicing locally on city buses, at bus stops, in random diners, and document it. Do that a few times, then move into day trips to nearby cities on Greyhound or the mysterious Mexican and Chinese bus systems. Maybe mix in a little Amtrak. Final step would be a real trip somewhere. Write everything off like Al Franken's watch. In previous short experiments, I know it's possible to draw in a loose style while moving. I just never tried to hit a high number before.
  11. For no particular reason, I am thinking about the high desertion rate among the Confederate foot soldiers once reality set in that nobody would help their families except for them.
  12. I am a good loyal American, and would never think or write anything not in sync with the goals of our President.
  13. Maybe this guy made E-5 in 3 years too, then made E-4 again in 5 minutes. Which would make him cooler if he did.
  14. Corporal, minus leadership role. It's a rank you slide into after a year or two if you don't punch the captain. When I was part of the Spec 4 Mafia, I thought of it as "High Private."
  15. If Buddy is like our dogs, he'll never be completely gone.
  16. Will the infinigon Be unbroken By and by Lord By and by.
  17. Tell him you've been drinking and he'd better not piss you off.
  18. This is in the West Virginia part of Alabama. Any Black people wandering through Hanceville would be accorded the awe given by tribal societies to the insane. Yep, that was a traffic-stop village ticket-mill NW of BHam. Hanceville is due north, actually supports a Juco, various businesses, and a physical therapy rehab where I recently visited a family member (since escaped) without knowing what was up. Stopped for fast food, and there was almost a high-pitched hum coming off the workers-- they were friendly, but there was a vibe like they thought I was a spy from Corporate. My roots are Old South Black Belt [with a much more Latin American-style corruption], so whenever I venture into Appalachia I assume that I am being watched and judged by The Hills Have Eyes. Also, Hanceville is a bicycle ride down the road from Cullman, which has a KKK rep. But this at least is happening. Arresting three generations of criminals seems to be the key to making the rest pretend to do right.
  19. My grandmother was CofC, and church secretary. I got parked at a CofC vacation bible school where, among other Damian Demon Child utterances, I declared the lack of musical instruments to be "dumb." Must have run in the blood, because not long afterwards, Gramama ditched the church over how they used back-stabbery on the preacher.
  20. That's what drew my eye. Platinum's price has been relatively steady for several years, bopping between 800-1200, compared to gold and silver. So in other words, slowly getting cheaper. Not like I'm gonna get enough to change the world in any case. I am mostly just bored, plus the first time I remember hearing about platinum coins I was rolling up a D&D character.
  21. Anybody ever play around buying or selling platinum?
  22. Good test results are a wonderful thing. May you get shot by a jealous husband when you're 102.
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