Hopefully someone here bought BobLaw's cheap coins.
No regerts. At all. Next stop, $20k USD/BTC.
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Welcome to the "Retirement - Psilocybin - Nullius on Ignore" hat-trick. It's a wonderful place Bob, I think you'll like it here Yeah. This dose is real nice. Everything is glowing. Life is good. Sending everyone fabulous no-homo happiness vibes. (Unless you want homo vibes, in which case, you have to deal with Rick before getting to me. I don't make the rules.) EDIT: Yeah, this is getting good now. Having to tell my limbs to put things down before engaging in other divided-attention tasks. EDIT2: Wait.. Why is everything starting to look like it's transposed through fish-eye lens ? EDIt3: Ueaj ,am/ Get off Twitter and read si-fi on the intenrnet for the rest of the day. EDIT4: many of these ideograms are composed of base elements from various known systems of thaumaturgical glyphs
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After wiring the funds from our latest windfall, to our main, joint financial institution, the most difficult decision I need to make today is "How many mg of psilocybin do I want to dose myself with, and is today the day that I finally put @nullius on ignore..."
Life is good.
Have a great weekend, gentlemen.
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I don't think I've seen Rick before. Was he the one holding the avatar of Pickle Rick on his hat? Rick has never posted here. He has threatened to create an account several times. Maybe when he retires, finally
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please do. will it be a "sod off" announcement and split immediately or will he give the traditional two weeks notice (or whatever).
It's going to take Rick at least a couple months to transition away cleanly. Presently looks like he's targeting end of February for retirement, to coincide with a final round of stock vesting. It'll be done completely above board and professionally.
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Today was a good day Rick is officially planning his exit/retirement tonight
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Just if i eventually missed it: You won't sell all your coins in near future, will you?
Plan on passing my Bitcoin HODLings onto my nieces and nephews upon my passing; rolling all that into the estate. Have more BTC than Rick and I could reasonably blow in a lifetime (No delusions of grandeur here); provided we manage living to a ripe, old age - I, for one, plan to at least be a centenarian. I would be genuinely surprised if I liquidate more than 300 BTC within my lifetime, after this latest move.
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You will still be better off selling next year.
It's a good thing I have more to sell next year then, eh ? More interested in getting Rick retired early, buying a nice 50-100 acre parcel of land, and start building something on it, sooner-than-later.
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...but maybe we get there before you can panic cancel
Not... gonna... panic... cancel... Neutron... star... testicles... HODLing... Bird in the hand and all that but I’m not selling anything this year
I want to sell ahead of any possible Biden 60% tax-hike shit-fuckery.
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Fuck.
Shit.
Just... fuck.
EDIT: I'm always an awful ball of anxiety-ridden energy whenever I have orders in play, and that dip below $16k USD/BTC just kicked me in the nuts. Defenses are lower than normal today.
Also, may or may not have micro-dosed again, but a little higher this time...
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Sell order placed at $16,250.
Off to run errands and do IRL drudgery...
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Good 'ole Cleveland Steamer right there.
Sheeeit.
Going back to bed for a few more hours.
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Rick was sleeping.
"Hey, Rick ?", Bob asks, in a quiet, soothing voice.
Rick easily wakes. "What's up ?"
"Sixteen thousand dude !", Bob replies cheerfully.
"So what do you want to do ?", Rick mumbles.
"Don't know, Rick. Let's wait a few more hours until you're officially awake. G'nite again, honey"
"Ok, g'nite honey"
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Bob, are you coins somewhere there?
Nothing on the board yet. Have coins loaded onto an exchange ready to do whatever, whenever. Rick and I agreed that we'd both settle on a sell price together, and decided to reconvene at $16k USD/BTC for a sell decision, or let it ride some more.
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My body is ready... Come on... Just a little bit more...
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Finger startin' to get itchy, yo.
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