tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post2115839507258967199..comments2023-08-15T06:33:53.114-07:00Comments on Bison Prepper: grandpappy's prepping 1 of 5James M Dakinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382139289994087931noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-51048001400854441032016-03-24T05:23:00.235-07:002016-03-24T05:23:00.235-07:00I hated sub-letting, myself, scrambling for a new ...I hated sub-letting, myself, scrambling for a new renter before rent was due. But I was cheap enough it wasn't a huge issue, and the saving made it worth the extra hassle.James M Dakinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01382139289994087931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-65814024911345875402016-03-23T21:46:21.211-07:002016-03-23T21:46:21.211-07:00I hate being a sub-letting junior landlord, collec...I hate being a sub-letting junior landlord, collecting fractions of bills and rent, dealing with why Bob can't pay and yet is so filthy. Much rather be the only renter in a house owned for a really-long-time by a steady reliable widow who has all the utilities in her name. She might invite you for dinner occasionally...for which you should leave money or do some other significant chore. Busy, really busy. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-40013066908772484432016-03-23T14:40:33.639-07:002016-03-23T14:40:33.639-07:00The last time I rented an apartment, I sub-let the...The last time I rented an apartment, I sub-let the rooms and paid $100 a month on a $575 rent. Another option.James M Dakinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01382139289994087931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-75854461010550252582016-03-23T14:24:41.492-07:002016-03-23T14:24:41.492-07:00It is possible to not-buy a chipboard 30-year mort...It is possible to not-buy a chipboard 30-year mortgage on a 10-year structure with ever-increasing taxes by living in a rented basement for a while. If you work a lot, it's great to have a nice lady upstairs guarding and watching your stuff. You "might" put away a fair amount of financial ounces/digits along with a minimal easy-moving lifestyle. If you are REALLY LUCKY, the good basement situation will be bicycling distance from the job (that comes with a company car or van) so that you can avoid the cost of a personally-owned vehicle. Obviously, you are going to save fortunes by not signalling to the ladies that you are rich and well-hung (SS Camaro, gold-diggers!), waiting until the "really-right" female person wanders into your life of cheapness. Simulate a gambling/alcohol problem by occasionally carrying around paperwork from the "Anon's" or State "keep gambling responsibly" hotline. Mention how great your "sponsors" are in helping get your finances back on-track without BK, and..uh... could you keep that to yourself? $60K/year (+OT!) job might allow good-careful living and saving $19K(+OT!)/yr. The people around you are most-hazardous to keeping money or spending on important things (junk land with secret-squirrel bunker). Why not keep money in a bank or brokerage account? Because it's not hard to find out that it exists and how much it is. Sturdy safe bolted/cast into the corner of the rented basement is the safest place, except for here: http://www.midwayusa.com/product/756734/mtm-survivor-ammo-can-plastic-black<br /><br />pdxr13Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-64096700042686338992016-03-22T05:43:05.806-07:002016-03-22T05:43:05.806-07:00And a starter, fix-um-up home in Lompoc is $200k. ...And a starter, fix-um-up home in Lompoc is $200k. Not to mention the crowding and asshattery. She can have that $60k.James M Dakinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01382139289994087931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-72381729953811256562016-03-22T05:41:41.748-07:002016-03-22T05:41:41.748-07:00Oh, no worries-I know a lot of what I write is fil...Oh, no worries-I know a lot of what I write is filler. And since you praised the hair I am not allowed to get mad. Peace.James M Dakinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01382139289994087931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-57440637028679944962016-03-21T17:58:29.979-07:002016-03-21T17:58:29.979-07:00James, police and government workers here (around...James, police and government workers here (around Lompoc!) make big money. Starting police make around 60 grand plus benefits. They can earn much more with overtime. My daughter will apply after she graduates from college. Plus she can shoot people when she feels like it! LOLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-3769577936344391592016-03-21T16:56:01.217-07:002016-03-21T16:56:01.217-07:00It's not how much you make that's importan...It's not how much you make that's important. It's how much you have left after you pay bills and such.<br /><br />I make much less then my younger brother (a LOT less) but I have more disposable income at the end of the month because I have ZERO debt. Everything I have is paid for 100%.<br /><br /><br />Everything my brother has is debt based so he has ZERO left every month.<br /><br />He has a high standard of living because he has so much stuff. But he has a very low quality of life because he only sleeps 4.5 hours a night because he has to work so much to pay for his never-ending debt. Once one thing is paid off, he buys a new thing (with credit) ensuring he is always in deep debt. His life SUCKS big time, but he doesn't see it. <br /><br />I have a good life because I have more time to do what I want instead of working so hard to service debt. <br /><br />I have time to read, take bike rides and do photography, I love to camp, I target shoot and reload. I build things in the garage out of wood and sell them. In other words I have lots of hobbies that give me a good, stress-free, happy life. <br /><br />My brother, not so much. <br /><br /><br />And James as far as your Survivalist Newsletter, I'm not that interested as if it was (or will be) like the blog it dwells on doom & Gloom too much, to much ranting about what prices use to be as compared to today. What was doesn't mean anything, what is does. And I don't want to pay for such a down cast viewpoint. <br /><br />I'm into finding workable answers (like buying better quality shoes then Wally-World sells so they last) then to just rant about something without a plan to fix the problem.<br /><br /><br />Nothing wrong with ranting if you throw in a fix along with it, butt many times you don't<br /><br />Oh I forgot, "Your hair looks good".<br /><br />Sorry, but that's how I work and feel...<br /><br />Chuck Findlay Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-65127677975897172682016-03-21T16:08:09.229-07:002016-03-21T16:08:09.229-07:00Ahh, I forgot about the evil sister. My dad had on...Ahh, I forgot about the evil sister. My dad had one of those, or at least she was greedy. She was executor of the parents will, and when she found out that he had cancer, she promised him his share of the inheritance; 5 years after the last parent died, he never saw a penny! In the event that something happened to him, my brother and I were supposed to get it. She even mentioned it and said that we would receive it shortly; we never saw a penny either. I understand now why he never talked to her. <br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-79696505624314451912016-03-21T13:58:33.024-07:002016-03-21T13:58:33.024-07:00I hope I don't disappoint. Honestly, though, ...I hope I don't disappoint. Honestly, though, I can't recall much of what I wrote. I did drag it out.James M Dakinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01382139289994087931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-58595364528466897612016-03-21T13:57:19.054-07:002016-03-21T13:57:19.054-07:00What was I making in the '80's. E-4 wages...What was I making in the '80's. E-4 wages, then I think minimum wage was $3.25. And my sister going through college being snooty and saying it wasn't worth her working at less than $12 an hour ( granted, cost of living in SanFran, but she was still a snooty twat ). James M Dakinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01382139289994087931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-91821994026362649222016-03-21T11:19:14.129-07:002016-03-21T11:19:14.129-07:00I smell an old school Lord Bison ranting article c...I smell an old school Lord Bison ranting article coming out of this. CAN'T WAIT!!!Nightshifthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16463940857394060911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2686829448547770092.post-32795971455530539602016-03-21T10:43:46.937-07:002016-03-21T10:43:46.937-07:00“That is one problem with letting your readers wri...“That is one problem with letting your readers write your blog for you.”<br /><br />I don't know why, but I always found that to be annoying about that site. Probably because it was more like a forum with the guest posts, but it was in blog format. If you think about it though, it's actually pretty clever? Sit back, let everyone else do all the work, place adds, and let the revenue flow; praise Jesus, hallelujah! Change your name to Huck Finn and call it a day! ;)<br /><br />“Here is the reality. Your grandfather had Union wages to spend preparing. Your father had abundant credit to draw on for preps ( hell, I remember getting an American Express card on a gross $12k salary in the late ‘80’s, which should tell anybody everything they want to know about how anyone fogging a mirror got credit if desired ).”<br /><br />I suppose we're old enough James to recall a time when we clearly had more purchasing power with our dollar, and having witnessed that power dwindling first hand. I remember not so many years ago when the top ramen (poor folk food) were $.05 pack on select flavors; 20 for a buck! Not even close to that anymore. Both sets of my grandparents had their homes paid off in about 10 years working ordinary jobs.<br /><br />At one job that I worked at back in the mid-80's, the manager was complaining that it had been some time since he had a raise. He was making $12.00 an hour. I was young, so perhaps some of this was youthful ignorance, but I remember thinking to myself, “what is this guy complaining about? He's making $12.00 friggin bucks an hour! <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com