I fantasize about being able to live without a vehicle.
Yeah, it’s remains among the best things about moving here to Prague.
You and bob are both in Prague? Have you met up yet?
Il est trop tôt pour faire ce?
OK Boomer
I live in the boonies. we don’t even have Uber here. Gotta have a car to get to any sort of civilization.
How does the feel of driving the RV compare to the Econoline?
This was a fun read. Nathan Robinson reviews his own book “Why You Should Be A Socialist” five times, writing from five different perspectives: libertarian, liberal, Marxist, manatee and himself.
Have a Cadillac at the end of a lease going back soon and I’m a little sad about it. Would be happy if everyone else went carless but not for me
In a hotel watching cable news because that’s just what you do in a hotel in the morning when you’re getting ready to leave. It’s either that or the Weather channel. I think it’s federal law or something.
Anyway, just saw an ad for reverse mortgages that tried to sell them as a way to pay medical bills.
If you’re an old with crippling medical bills why the hell would you pay them? Just default on that shit. You’re gonna die soon anyway.
I think we need to start a website with tips and tricks for how to screw over the system that already screwed you. Lesson 1: How to default on debt and tell your creditors to fuck off.
Because they go after your estate. They don’t just say oh well he died I guess we won’t get our 40k.
Not needing credit takes away like 95% of the system’s ability to fuck you. The wage suppression/marketing/credit/consumption cycle is so damn depressing.
I pay cash for mostly everything except my Rent & Gas/electricity + Internet…
Its the way I was brought up, no money then save and never take credit.
Paid cash for all my Cars/vehicles too… They hate that. 
Eccleston bought the 55-room Kensington home in 2011 for £45m, according to Forbes magazine.
The 35-year-old also spent millions renovating the property to include an “Amazonian crystal bathtub, a private nightclub, a bowling alley, a subterranean swimming pool, a beauty salon, a dog spa and a car lift”.
To the surprise of nobody, her dad is a crook.
I had a dream I was living on a boat. A big boat, like a yacht with 200 people on it. I decided I had to go ashore for a surprise visit to a girl who was attending college in a nearby town. I made arrangements with the boat captain. He asked how long I would be gone and I told him “probably all night”. I meant all evening, planning to return at around midnight. There was no dock or pier, so the captain just ran the boat aground and I jumped down to the beach. Then I pushed the boat back out into the water. The captain called out that he would be back to pick me up at 6 and sailed away.
As soon as he was gone, I realized that it was already 4pm and 6 didn’t give me enough time. Then I realized that he had misunderstood and was picking me up at 6 the next morning. Then I realized that I had left my phone on the boat. So I was stranded with no phone and no place to stay for the night. Apparently the dream was a cautionary tale about the perils of poor planning and inadequate communication.
I went on to have adventures, mostly involving trying to locate the campus security building so I could get their help in contacting the boat caption. Having no phone, I also couldn’t contact the girl to figure out where she was. I met some other girls at an anti-Trump rally and we went dancing. I’m not sure if I ever made it back to the boat.
Almost every aspect of this dream was completely preposterous, starting with me being on a boat in the first place. I hate boats! But it was all normal and unremarkable in the context of the dreamworld. Here’s the kicker—the boat captain was @Trolly. He literally had the head of a Troll doll but spoke with a normal human voice.
TL/DR: Dreams are weird.