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RDCanecutter

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  1. I took a hit for the team, and laid down 100 bucks on 90% yesterday. Got $3.45 in silver quarters and a couple of Mercuries. I think spot was about 41.60 so maybe I squeaked in under melt. I expect silver to drop immediately, though oddly it has risen. On the way out I noticed two old-style Libertads for "only" $4 mark-up. I am kinda glad I didn't see them-- I love the Mexican stuff and can't bear to sell it. Silver quarters are just widgets, like generic Buffaloes.
  2. Are you still near Austin? If so, I will send out word that you are to be rescued by an ambulance stocked with 17 types of dice and an EMT who will explain, in detail, how his house rules for Richtofen's War where players break each turn into alternating semi-turns with extra charts truly capture the instantaneous excitement of air combat.
  3. Friend of mine had a game shop in Dobie for a bit, later moved up toward Koenig. Blanking on the name but doesn't matter now because he sold it then it closed. We used to have painting parties in the Dobie store, knock out a few minis and get jacked up on giant Taco Bell drinks.
  4. Closest I came was Royalist Cavalry for an English Civil War campaign we were playing at the UT miniature wargaming club late 90s/early aughts. The UT miniature wargaming club was totally non-UT students who wanted to use the big tables inside UT buildings. As a student, I was made President. I demanded to be called Caesar. UT required two more student officers, so my girlfriend was Vice-Prez and a grad-student in the French Department who never touched money became Treasurer. We played many games, but that ECW campaign was golden. Battles consisted of people showing up with whatever they had painted. I painted up an officer figure customized as swinging a bottle, named "Lord Bristletwit," I'd drink a double whiskey and launch cavalry charges on pike blocks, 90% it shouldn't work but Bristletwit would always pull up the other 10%. I went off to France and left my toys behind for the group, they kept playing Lord Bristltwit the way I had, some people were flinchy when facing that miniature toy horseman, as if he was a Chucky doll.
  5. I left a VW Camper Van on the side of a hill in North Carolina with a blown #3 cylinder because I had a new job 2 states away, was broke, and was in a foolish hurry. Life is bad car decisions, regrets, and solo drinking to Pogues albums. But the sun always rises, and you may find yourself behind the wheel of a fine automobile, once again.
  6. Well if they're Cherokees they sorta kinda had a reason back then. Oh you don't mean back then...
  7. 11th Generation American quite likely means British Subject if you go back that far. Only a small percentage of whom, so I am told, fought for independence. For all we know, this man is bragging about his prisoner-killing, King-George-sucking-up-to, flee-to-Kentucky Tory ways. In fact I am not sure he isn't actually a Hessian. Yes, I said it. Hessi McHessianTits.
  8. Napoleon had a better time in Russia than I did in Chattanooga. No complaints about the organizers or the venue. The wet weather was a beat-down, knocking the projected 5k crowd down to a few hundred, all while air-drying in the occasional non-rain. We did at least get a visit from some off-brand Westboro Baptist Church types. I asked one of them how he was doing, and he said "BETTER THAN YOU," so, like ,duh. I just wonder how he knew.
  9. Which gang?
  10. Hey y'all. We are now 4runner people. 2012, still fun to drive. It gets quieter the faster I go so I've got to learn to watch that or I'll get tickets. Right now it's packed full of gear for a jaunt from Birmingham to a Chattanooga art show. Gonna be my new work horse so my wife doesn't get her car stolen.
  11. Got accepted in 3 more Atlanta shows in Sep, Oct, and Nov. Seriously need some painting elves because most of my big paintings are gone. I have started on 3 more big paintings but I probably need to do 12 more and my brain has not accepted that yet. Big two-day show in downtown Bham this weekend but I am not in it because I was a disorganized wuss. But all is not lost-- I stuffed a new (to us) 4runner full of art gear and shortly will roll up to Chattanooga for their Odd Market show. Hopefully turning a profit and checking Tennessee off the Imperial Conquest list.
  12. Stopped by my coin dude yesterday. He's kinda weirded out by the numbers, people selling but nobody buying the dips. Me personally I got no reason to sell just to sell, because what would I spend it on? And I can't see buying a $41 oz of silver. Sure it might go up, hell it'll probably go up. But any number of events might knock the legs out from under it. I am just not feeling it.
  13. The one with bananas on the cover, mit Niko. I always listen to "Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather, whiplash girl-child of the night." Like, duh. Yeah, early this year multiple doctors were setting up opposing stacks of pills for me, each stack pushing back on what the other stack was causing. Like foot-to-the-floor on the gas while also stomping the brakes. Me, being a student of the Keith Richards school of drugs, analyzed what each did and started peeling back each stack, first by lowering doses, all the while telling the doctors, and then with their approval, dropping them one-by-one as my numbers improved. I would not have tried this the first couple of years of treatment. At this point they're probably surprised I'm not dead, so I get privileges.
  14. I know the feeling. Apparently I have some occasional use for insulin, but insulin is the main cause of wooziness if it drops me too far.
  15. I threw out all my sex toys after I attached the flexible shower head that on its narrowest setting feels like Aqua Man ramming a bottlebrush up your ass. I feel like I already mentioned this once.
  16. Endocrinologist told me that [whatever the technical name is for the shit blood sugar does, don't ask me because I just listen to him like an Irish Setter Puppy with no idea of words but cueing in on voice and emotions] is so much better that he wonders if I even need insulin anymore. So I fessed up that I had mostly skipped it the past month because blood sugar wasn't all that high. On hearing that, he for sure told me to keep skipping it at least 3 more weeks to see if my body would keep getting better on its own. Except that morning before the doctor visit, I had put on a scratchy Velvet Underground record and hunched on a mattress in the basement to shoot up a dose of insulin. A couple months ago, it would have been a somewhat light dose. But taken now, after none for a month? 30 minutes after I left the office, I crashed. Blurry vision, Loopiness. I lined my car up on a McDonalds like a wounded Kamikaze pilot aiming at a battleship, staggered in, incoherent, and had a Bless Your Heart Child cashier make up a basic order for me of essential McDonaldland foods. French fries save lives. So yeah, maybe no more insulin for a while.
  17. Probably secret Mexicans. If they are really white, most definitely Mexican Telenovela stars. DEPORT THEM ALL. Except for her. And her. And maybe that one over there.
  18. My favorite, @InkaUtexas, a rare one In FOURteen hundred and ninety two, a native of the galleys I MET him in the streets of Spain, sellin hot tamales He said the world was round-o, he said it could it could be found-o That HYpothetical calculating son of a bitch Columbo He MARCHED right up to the Queen of Spain demanding ships and cargo The QUEEN said don't ever come back if you don't bring back Chicago He said the world was round-o etc. The QUEEN gave Columbus three ships, one a triple-decker The QUEEN waved her handkerchief, Columbus waved his pecker etc etc
  19. Alsatian dialect from Castro. Elch out front shoulda told you.
  20. I was selling Grit newspaper from the basket of my bicycle. I would sub-contract a couple of my friends to sell my extras for part of the profit. Then a couple weeks later, they started getting their own papers from the company, as if they were my equals or some shit. I shouda ridden up alongside them and jabbed a stick through the spokes, let em enjoy some Ben Hur chariot race action. Instead, I held it IN, maaaan. Embezzled my Grit sales and ignored the shame-letters, or tried to. $16.10 is burned on my soul. I'd give anything to go back in time, with extra papers, hit all their houses early. If they had a problem? I'm a big giant man now, and they'd still be little kids. Bring it.
  21. Tumor shrinking does not suck.
  22. I heard that we sent our best troops up into Belgium while failing to guard the Ardennes.
  23. Bein a nasty bastid is a job, not a hobby.
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