Red Mosquito

Higgs wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Peeps wrote:built this last night

nice fence!

Nice griddle. I'm a fan of less burners too - 2 burners makes for simple heat/cool zone cooking.

I have gone full on into the charcoal side of life lately, but I can see how versatile that BBQ would be too. I (somehow) have 4 BBQ's right now, do I need another though? Hmmm...

Ello Sailor wrote:

Higgs wrote:I (somehow) have 4 BBQ's right now, do I need another though? Hmmm...

This is the most Australian thing I've ever read.

Proud of you, shag.

Higgs wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

Higgs wrote:I (somehow) have 4 BBQ's right now, do I need another though? Hmmm...

This is the most Australian thing I've ever read.

Proud of you, shag.

Sitting here waiting for a thick NY Strip to get up to temp so I can sear it after a rest. Using the smallest BBQ I have, the Weber Go Anywhere.

That's one of the things I love about charcoal is the constant wait times. Gotta light the coals - that's a beer. Coals in, gotta get the BBQ to temp - another beer. Then cooking itself is however many beers it takes. I love coals.

But that griddle seriously has me thinking. Super versatile, never cook break inside again, perfect for random snack ham and cheese toasties. I am tempted, I tell ya. But I think the wife might kill me. We have our 25th wedding anniversary in 3 weeks - I probably have other things I should be buying...

Bi_3 wrote:Got a pension buyout offer from my old employer. Not great, only covers about 4 years worth and would be subject to tax, but I am considering it. It's not guaranteed the pension fund will even existing when I hit the retirement age so better a bird in the hand?

The Argonaut wrote:

Bi_3 wrote:Got a pension buyout offer from my old employer. Not great, only covers about 4 years worth and would be subject to tax, but I am considering it. It's not guaranteed the pension fund will even existing when I hit the retirement age so better a bird in the hand?

Difficult conundrum. Someone give this bottom-paged poster some advice

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:

Bi_3 wrote:Got a pension buyout offer from my old employer. Not great, only covers about 4 years worth and would be subject to tax, but I am considering it. It's not guaranteed the pension fund will even existing when I hit the retirement age so better a bird in the hand?

Difficult conundrum. Someone give this bottom-paged poster some advice

he definitely came to the right place

tragabigzanda wrote:-How is the pension structured (%private equity, real estate, public markets, etc). If you can’t find this info, DM me the name of the pension and I can probably get it through a database I have access to

-What’s the target growth rate of the fund managers?

-What’s the current value?

-When are payments supposed to kick in for you? Would it keep growing once those payments begin, or is it effectively moved over to a separate non-interest bearing account?

-Is there any way you could have a financial planner roll this over to another account to avoid taxes?

Bi_3 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:-How is the pension structured (%private equity, real estate, public markets, etc). If you can’t find this info, DM me the name of the pension and I can probably get it through a database I have access to

-What’s the target growth rate of the fund managers?

-What’s the current value?

-When are payments supposed to kick in for you? Would it keep growing once those payments begin, or is it effectively moved over to a separate non-interest bearing account?

-Is there any way you could have a financial planner roll this over to another account to avoid taxes?

I think this is what I'll ultimately do as it appears it can roll into an IRA without paying taxes right now.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Bi_3 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:-How is the pension structured (%private equity, real estate, public markets, etc). If you can’t find this info, DM me the name of the pension and I can probably get it through a database I have access to

-What’s the target growth rate of the fund managers?

-What’s the current value?

-When are payments supposed to kick in for you? Would it keep growing once those payments begin, or is it effectively moved over to a separate non-interest bearing account?

-Is there any way you could have a financial planner roll this over to another account to avoid taxes?

I think this is what I'll ultimately do as it appears it can roll into an IRA without paying taxes right now.

Yeah I think this is the smart choice. All the other questions were just to identify if you could reinvest elsewhere and offset the tax hit.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tree_ wrote:making her listen to Weezer while I play video games

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I hope it didn’t change the shape of you

Jorge wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I hope it didn’t change the shape of you

NO