Nerd king

Well, I just missed a great family outing, in which everyone had birds eating out of their hands.

I was stuck working at home, sitting at the computer. I saw this, and took the test, and it turns out I'm an Uber Cool Nerd King. A score of 0 on the Dork scale is a little surprising -- maybe they just didn't ask the right questions.





I also broke the build, and got emails from three other nerds who are working on Sunday.

Looking for the Sox to wrap it up tonight -- last night was a little stressful, and a lot long.

Taxile Island

Now sit right back, and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of an idiot,
Who started on his taxes in
The dingy month of March.

He found that there were ov'rages,
Withholding was not there.
Because of things like mortgages,
To pay he did not dare.

Now forward to October 10th,
The taxes were still due.
Except with int'rest, penalties,
His options were but few.
His options were but few.

The wife had a business of her own,
Or was it a hobby?
His hobby was gambling,
Did not need Schedule C.

Now finally he made it through,
From beginning to the end.
State taxes were quite a breeze.
Tax software was his friend.

He filed electronically,
Just as Turbo said.
'Cept one day later, note came back:
"Your e-File's rejected!"

"Argh!" He said, but luckily,
He had a spare cartridge
Of ink for printing out the forms
For dead-tree fiyaling.
Dead-tree fiyaling.

The printout, it was clean and true,
The check was not a blank.
Because they sold some real estate,
The money's in the bank.

Now wifey's business had a lot
Of shipments at the post.
She took the sheaf and brought it down
To the place she knew the most.

She sent the letter certified,
As often people do.
Five minutes later hubby rang,
"Oh what did I do?"
"Oh what did I do?"

She flipped the Razor shut my friend,
And turned back on a dime.
She begged the postman for a break,
Just for once, this time.

You see, my friend, he had forgot
To sign his legal name,
The IRS will not accept,
And they will cause you pain.
They will cause you pain.

So if you ever have to file
The good old-fashioned way,
DON'T FORGET TO SIGN, my friend
Or man, you'll have to pay.
Man you'll have to pay.

Sunset, Sunrise

We finally closed on our old house, after it had been on the market since early May. We moved in April, and have been waiting ever since. On Wednesday afternoon, Dinette picked up the kids, and then I met them over at the old house to put the last of our stuff on the curb. The kids were pretty choked up about it. As I was closing up the cellar, I realized that it was finally clean!! Too bad only the new owners will get to enjoy that cleanliness. Really, there was much more stuff in the cellar when we bought the place than when we sold it. We got rid of a bunch of the previous owner's junk, waterproofed it, took all the hazardous waste to the hazardous waste collection station. We were quite good doobies about it.

Anyway, it was about 6:30 or so as I was driving up the hill to our new house in a woodsy subdivision, and the sun was tequila sunrise color as it set over the semi-distant hills. The view was not quite like this, but since I took this picture out our kitchen window, I knew that I would have many more opportunities to see such sights for the rest of my life. Less than half an hour after I left the old house, the realtor was walking the buyer through for the last time. Sunset on the old, and, finally, sunrise on the new.