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RDCanecutter

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  1. VI-eena sausage marinated in purified water. Vodka would probably count as purified water.
  2. All I know is that I will be cancer-stable for 9 more days. Then I have another CT scan, and maybe it does all kinds of fun new stunts. But until that exact time, I ain't worried. After they determined that all the calls were coming from inside the house, ie it was my medicine causing goofy numbers and agitation, I have gotten lots better in a few weeks. Watery bloat all gone, weakness is just a memory. Went from hiding in bed to going on multi-day international sales trips, if Georgia counts as a different country.
  3. Weird MF status is real, but it's not something you can buy.
  4. I prefer MR. fucking cunt, sir.
  5. I remember mocking anybody who'd buy gold back when it was $300/oz, and again when it was still under $800. But that's one of the mildest missed financial opportunities I ever made, all told. Now I just watch it go up. Never occurs to me to sell, because I don't have a specific goal in mind so I know I'd just fritter away the cash.
  6. Reminds me of when I found out a great great uncle had been a senator in the late 1800s/early 1900s. I was somewhat puffed up with my own non-achievement by this connection. Eventually I ran across a book of his speeches. The first one I saw was where he was arguing that poor children should not be forced to attend school when they could be of more use working in the fields. I put the book back up. Congrats, I guess, to anybody who is catching up to 1906 Alabama.
  7. archaic a swelling of any kind.
  8. PET scan was the shit. Like flicking on the light and seeing exactly where the roaches were. And where they weren't. A bonus was that the place where I got mine played soothing music and showed beautiful scenery kinda like they do in the movie when they make somebody into Soylent Green. But seriously, PET scans are great.
  9. Just read that article. What amazed me was the passive acceptance from top to bottom, like something out of Faulkner circa 1925. I bet there is a whole chunk of the town where they get multiple stern warnings then sent home to Daddy because of who they are.
  10. Just got back from a working trip to Savannah. Had time the first night to go look around some downtown, would like to come back on a real vacation. The Palace Diner on Abercorn was my late night hangout. For breakfast, the McDonald's on Eisenhower near the armory had a higher level of professionalism compared to others.
  11. Had an "almost" breack-through moment* today in the Gaelic Zoom meeting out of Aberdeen. I have been playing catch-up in most classes, and today was harder than most with low blood sugar or somesuch. But at one point I just said OK and I quit trying and zoned out. The teacher's talking in Gaelic with one student who's better than average, and as they chatted, it suddenly hit me that I understood most of what they were talking about. That didn't suck. *"Walking through the wall" is what I call it when you think that two people have switched into English, then you realize it's not English, it's the language you were struggling with except suddenly it's clear as a bell. It happened to me once in Mexico and once in France, after a few months in each place. Only happened when it snuck up on me and the language was going in the background.
  12. I remember pissing coagulated gobbets of blood back in 2018. Looked like bloody sinuses rindy-snot-strings flying out my dick. I was just gonna wait for it to clear up, but my wife had her own ideas so I went and wasted some $ at the doc in the box. Sure, sure, massive kidney tumor. But if I hadn't gone, I would have saved us a shitload of money.
  13. Billy Ross [LastName] seems like a somewhat Oklahoman name.
  14. I imagine that most of us are slackers compered to people even 100 years ago.
  15. I drew some wild stuff back in high school but I quit once I read some Freud.
  16. I bet you'll get to keep your arm, but if I'm wrong, demand to keep it and get it taxidermied with maybe some lead weights inserted. Then you stick it up the sleeve of your shirt so it looks like a regular arm. Go to your least favorite bar, pick a fight, then seemingly rip your own arm off and just go to town WHALIN on folks with it.
  17. I am just one member of our League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Assholes.
  18. They are fun. My only trip up in one was in an Eagle 2-seater that was later recalled because too many of them collapsed up in the air. The pilot was a nice guy who later got sideways with the cops over some Smuggler's Blues, so I heard. If you ever wondered what it'd be like to get lifted up by a box kite while a lawnmower runs right behind you, ultralights are the thing.
  19. Common practice in Mexico. But most places people are keeping their speed down so the one=almost-every-block speed bump doesn't disembowel everybody's vehicle.
  20. Of the initial murder? No. Of the execution? Yes. Lasting effects? I don't know. Always had the ability to detach from a situation that you'd think would make somebody go berserk (though I would occasionally let myself go and engage in mayhem, as a sort of gift to myself,) post-execution and maybe just getting older, found myself with a super=power level of calm when I needed it. (I probably just described a personality disorder.) Definitely was given the gift of not being scared of death. Not in a crazy reckless way, I do want to live, but I actually enjoy it more because obviously nothing's forever. My brother showed me a way through fear. Lost the ability to worry about piddly shit. Not sure I ever did, but I don't even have the ability to fake it anymore. Still hate phones ringing, but I only hear real ones.
  21. My little brother committed murder, and was executed. He did die well, doing what he could for the victim's family. I was there in Huntsville for his execution. For the last two weeks before his death, a lawyer was doing what he could to get a stay. My job was to physically run around trying to get statements from people. My phone was ringing itself to pieces. Since then, I had his ghost pop into my car a couple of times on trips. A happy ghost, stopping by for a minute. Not a bad experience. What did bug me was hearing phantom cell phone rings for at least a year afterwards. For a while I'd travel with my phone turned off, just so I'd know it wasn't ringing.
  22. Thing non-dramatic around here. Down to maybe 3-4 pills a day instead of 11+. Almost off the steroids, so I shed all the bloat and am back to looking like Pharaoh's Mummy with Chicken Legs. Main game now is figuring out how to keep blood pressure from going too low while sugar doesn't go too high. Energy level is good. Lots of shows on the schedule, able to heave shit about so far. Painting new stuff. What's cancer doing? No fucking idea. Supposed to get some more scans in April, I'm not gonna worry about it.
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