Prubangboy

I'm not (necessarily) advocating nun-killing with sharp-pointed objects. But if I feel the need, I'll hit 'em in the temple clean and hard so they go down fast. Really, for my 3 hard marriages alone, it's the least I deserve.

Last response ever to you, RainMan. I saw robo-floor moppers in Morocco. In barely 2nd-world Morocco. Your days are numbered.

'Can't touch The Red Cross for their efficiency of using donations and the work they do. I have a strong personal affinity/relationship with The International Rescue Committee, which helps refugees world-wide, and will def be leaving them some cash.

Yeah, but at my late age, I have to help-average. I have done and spent for others at an extreme percentage for most of my life. It's me-time now, and less them-time. Karma-wise, I could stab a nun with an ice pick and still go to heaven (sort of like Trump in reverse). Since I (probably) won't, I'm good to go.

Same here. Plus, my wife's Christmas tree farm back home seems to be shooting up 15% year on year, seemingly indefinitely. I reallocated to more muni-bonds recently, it means less income, but no diff in our standard of living. This, combined with cutting our living expenses 70% by moving to Chiang Mai, has our cash just piling up -no matter how many mouth frothing-inducing 200 baht Pad Thai's we consume. When I was a financial planner, over-saving among the 72+ crowd was the norm. ScubaSteve is right about needing money for end of life healthcare, but there's also an opportunity cost. At 71, this is my last decade to travel the world. I'm currently brunching on a stupendous beach in Oman. There would be zero impact on my material life if I dutifully wasn't. My wife is wine-touring in Portugal. Her mobility isn't great. It's literally now or never. Remember, the words of Howard Hughes's butler when asked how much Howard left: "Well, he left all of it, didn't he?"

Thanks for your correction. All of my experience above is about my use of a Schwab debit card. I do think that ATM rates are a bit worse.

Skipping to the end -as I increasingly do in this loser-autism-fest- to point out that a street-side FX booth is a very shoe-string operation. Expecting them to have much beyond dollars, euro's, and yuan may be unrealistic. I'm In Oman at the moment. I tried to exchange some baht at the airport. They don't see or need a lot of baht here. They directed me to a bank. And this being super-solicitous Oman, had a printed list of banks to give me.

Also: If your credit card is refused, don't keep trying to use it. Call them immediately. If they close the account due to expected fraud, it's about 12-14 days to get a new card sent to you in Thailand. 'Has happened to me twice in 18 months. If you don't have a secure place for the FedEx to be delivered to, such as a condo office, ask that it be held at FedEx.

Lifetime Schwab Lover here. My experience: 1) Yes, you can use the ATM, subject to a daily withdrawal limit. Mine's $1,000, but fraud protection kicks in early. It's a pain, but it's worth calling them if you'll be dropping a lot of cash at a specific vendor. 2) Haven't done it, but I think they'll just send you back to the ATM. I use Bank of Bangkok (good experience) and even a large withdrawal from that account in-person is a process of signing a lot passport copies. 3) Have transferred both ways, the exchange rate was very similar, with Bank of Bangkok being just very slightly better. Def get the Schwab phone app. You need to take a pic of your wire request, sign it, and send it to them via that app. A hand-written note is fine. -Call 'em (noting the time diff). They'll answer all your questions to death.

Was just reading on Slate about Repub plans to restrict birth control. The dopiest piece of TrumpTrash here doesn't endorse that. What motivates them? My last remaining theory is a kind of emotional coprophagia. How long before they inevitably transition to the physical kind? On their behalf, I promise to eat more fiber.

Alina said -in court- that he was worth billions and she could prove it. Perjury time? MAGA = My Attourneys Get Attorneys More bad news for the skank that no piece of TrumpTrash here could pull in a million years: https://www.rawstory.com/alina-habba-trump-2667545798/

More joy: A Fox News retard worth $50M himself is demanding that (other) rich people stump up the cash for Fattie. Too funny: https://www.mediaite.com/trump/mark-levin-demands-to-know-why-republican-billionaires-arent-posting-trumps-454-million-bond-this-is-an-outrage/

Operator: 911, what's the emergency? Me: I feel like I may be in danger of overdosing on gleeful schadenfreude. Operator: No problem, Sir. Take two bags of popcorn and call us in the morning.

"Pony tail. Pony tail. John Lennon had a pony tail I think -in my fevered low IQ- attempt at a baffling diss- that you might have a pony tail. I don't know why". -Dustin Hoffman called and wants his RainMan act back.

All hail the algorithm. I'm done with talking heads milking their futile outrage. And I pity the OCD scab-pickers here who want more of it. But to surf from Otis Redding wailing Paiiiin In My Heart to Tom Jones and Janis Joplin barn-burning through Raise Your Hand, to a Haiti docu means that stupid Netflix will have to look elsewhere for their fifteen bucks. And as Springsteen-er, a search for Bruce -new video's gets a half an hour a week. He's still working hard, not coasting, and is an inspiration to me. Of course, I'm really looking for new old video's and that barrel is well-scraped by now. The No Nukes Show remains a twice a year fist pumping affirmation. "It aint no sin to be glad you're alive".

Wish they had a category for "Actually Likes Thailand". I also wish I could be a sexpat. But the starfish sex factor is really for failed at home thirstmongers to the nth degree. I'll just do myself. At least I'm into me.

Time to read a book that will really help you, clarity-wise: Maybe They're Just Not That Into You.

Skipping right to the end of this no doubt pedantic snooze-fest to share that I was indeed whacked with a 3,000 baht fine for lighting up in a hotel room. 'Won't name the venue due to Thai getting sued madness. Their business, their biz. Fair enough. I peeled off the notes and apologized. Said the desk clerk, "normally we have to threaten to call the police". I asked if that ever actually happened. She shook her head. But at least she had a single scalp to brag to her boss about. Or maybe I just bought the staff a seafood fiesta that night.

I have had the privilege of watching a couple. 'Learned a thing or two. Too right, not for this short-bus venue.

With due respect, you're butt hurt that I laughed at you in the other thread and are now reduced to humping my disinterested leg like a golden retriever. Why can't you be the kind of retard who's in the special olympics of something? No one like a grouchy retard.

Comedy now is terrible. It's like, "I'm a Korean Lesbian. Let's beat that straight into the ground and milk every last paltry aspect of that to death". Funniness requires a bit of mean-ness. And whether you're on the left or the right, people are just too sissy-sensitive. I see this here every day of the week.

In a sense, Richard Pryor was lucky to die early. If anyone deserves the title of GodFather, it's him. But he was already edging into family comedy films and cutting back on the number of MF's per act. You start out a bomb thrower and end up as a brand.

Problem: When you get older, you get less funny. Bill Maher is the worst and most obvious example of this I can think of. Chris Rock -a god to me- should have retired 2 Netflix special's ago. Chappele and Ricky Gervais are edging into this category. Brit Jimmy Carr still seems to be dodging this bullet. 'Saw him in Bangkok a decade ago. He killed, and dragged many a whoremonger straight through the mud -to the delight of all.

Love Mark Weins food video's even tho I find him a bit unbearable to watch with his eye-popping oohing and ahhing about every bite. But he has the deets. Just went out to his reviewed place in the Mararekash Night Market and it was truly 5* at 3* prices. And of course, the restaurant owner never heard of Mark Weins. His chicken and cashews recco in Ubon (his wife is from Issan) had me going back twice. One for the Red Piller/manosphere types: The irrepressible Sh0eonhead. She shovels it back hard against both the feminazi's And the bro's with great wit and empathy. I never don't laugh out loud. The only internet person to ever coax a fiver out of me for her Patron account. In a similar vein, the Dating Delusions channel, in which super-unrealistic (means: fat) women's dating profiles are disected with fierce scorn is a frequent dinner time watch for me and my wife. It does get repetitive after you watch a couple of dozen, tho. For a more brutal and black-oriented variation, the epic work of Kevin Samuels is peak Red Pill. In the Manosphere, when people talk about The Godfather, there's absolutely no doubt about who's being referenced. He requires a little patience, but his slow cornering of uneducated single moms demanding millionaire boyfriends is a joy to behold. Aba and Preach also cover this ground. A bit too much padding in the reaction parts, but likewise ruthlessly funny. Used to love Bill Maher, but any non-supporter of Biden is now off my list for all time. His cranky fake contrarian bit got old. He was my hero, now he's an example of why I'm embarrassed to be a Boomer.

"I'm a racist dimwit who does a job that literally, a monkey could be trained to do better".