So the IRS wants me to electronically file my tax return, does it? Then why do they want me to pay to do it?
It's bad enough I have to buy TurboTax every year to take the pain out of preparing my taxes, so I sure as hell ain't gonna pay extra to file my taxes electronically. Who are they they kidding here?
The only benefit of e-filing your tax return is to get a refund back faster, and if you aren't strapped for cash, who cares if it takes a week longer to get your refund? And if you are not getting a refund, I see no benefit whatsoever in e-filing a tax return.
The bottom line is that it's much easier for the government if we taxpayers file our returns electronically, but there isn't much benefit for us to do so. Therefore, the government should make e-filing free to encourage us to do it. In the meantime I'll continue with my silent vote against paying e-filing fees by printing my tax return and dropping it in the ol' snail mail.
Do you ever wonder sometimes how cities get their names?
Ok, I now live in Mountain View, California, and yes, from most everwhere in the city there is a view of the local Santa Cruz Mountain range.
But what about Bangalore, India? "Bang galore?" Must be a whole lotta banging going on. Gee, with well over a billion people living in India, maybe they ought to call the whole country Bangalore.
But who would have guessed all these guys would come out of the woodwork claiming to be the father of her infant daughter? Anna Nicole Smith was a pig! And a psycho. Besides, whatever happened to the days when men instinctively denied paternity and ran the other direction at its very mention?
If you ask me, the only guy who gets a pass here is Prince Frederick von Anhalt, but that's a stretch. His wife, 90-year old Zsa Zsa Gabor, proclaimed that "no baby would be allowed" in her house. Presumably von Anhalt -- if he is the father of Anna Nicole's baby -- would move out if he wanted to follow through on his fatherly duties.
Perhaps Zsa Zsa is afraid she'll have to stew in her own juices a little longer while the baby takes priority in the line for diaper changes...
I woke this morning with a splitting headache after a night out on the town. Knowing it would take a while to recover, I decided to make myself useful by doing some chores around the house.
I started by getting some laundry going. Seeing my clothes from last night sitting on my floor and remembering how they reeked of cigarette smoke from hanging in the outdoor "smoking" area of the bar, I knew those clothes had to be first in the washer. I piled them in, added the detergent and started the cycle.
Then I thought a cup o' coffee might be nice, so I grabbed my wallet as I prepared to head out the door to the Dana Street Roasting Company. Then I started looking for my cell phone.
"Where the hell is my phone? " I asked myself. "Oh, maybe still in my pants from last night. Oh crap, my pants are in the washing machine!!!"
I ran over to the machine and stopped the wash cycle. Sure enough, there was my Motorola Razr, all wet in my pants pocket. I could see the outside screen all lit up and doing abnormal stuff. I immediately removed the battery and I'm now letting the phone dry out. I hope it makes it. My last phone got wet once and recovered, I hope my Razr does, too.
In the meantime I wanted to change my Verizon cell service to my old phone, but wouldn't you know it, Verizon won't let me change phones because my company has set the preferences on my account to not allow substitutions of hardware. Nice!
Looks like I'll be incommunicado this weekend. Sorry ladies.
