The pleasures of online DVD rental: the money transaction is so separate from the movie viewing that you never feel ripped off, even with the stinkers. (The Pallbearer being the only real mistake so far.)
My mother is in a terrible mood today. Maybe I should have a sidebar with what I perceive to be the current moods of my loved ones. Mike's would be sleepy, Mom's would be grumpy, Dad's would be... I don't think there's a dwarf for Dad at the moment. I could even assign imood icons to people I don't know well, based on general intuition and perhaps a big spinning wheel. It would make for excellent conversation the next time I saw them.
Apparently I do have to declare the $1.69 dividend even though I probably won't get a 1099 since it's under $10. I don't like the idea of turning in a tax return without formal paperwork backing up every number. I don't trust the IRS to understand that $1.69 dividends aren't so weird in an era where it's cheap and easy to buy a dollar's worth of stock at a time. Way, way back when my job title was 'webmaster' (to some people it still is, but I find the word inappropriate, inadequate, and to hold unsavoury and wimpy connotations) I used to worry that the then-internet-ignorant IRS would audit me for claiming to be some kind of professional supervillain.
Right. Like I should worry after not getting into trouble the year I put down 'catalyst'.
I can't seem to find my tax forms for more than the past two years. Odd. I've been living here for five years, where did they go? I was wondering what I've been putting down since. I know one year I wrote 'Web Dev.' It seems like last year I tried to squeeze in all that plus 'Columnist.'
I don't care about job titles. I work in a family business. The newspaper is just a weekly thing. At work we all wear a bunch of hats. I don't pass out business cards. I try to avoid people who might ask me what I do. The best I could offer is to whip out my Palm and show them this week's To Do list. Yet I feel like I need to put something meaningful in that box for the sake of history. So once a year I try to come up with a job title that fits me and fits into that little space. Then I end up writing something lame like 'Web Dev.'
Maybe this year I'll put down Professional Closet Organizer. It's not the Seinfeld influence, it's how I'm beginning to feel. Still haven't planted the Loofah but the smoke is clearing in one room so maybe that will be as soon as tomorrow. I'll do the crop report later.
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