What's with the stapler?


That’s a good question. I don’t know. Honestly. I felt like I needed a photo on this post, but I could be wrong. It is a rather hungry-looking stapler. Don’t you think?

This is just a break in my busy schedule. I don’t think I have ever been so busy and yet so poor. I have been tech writing away or, should I say, I have been tech researching away today. I am ready to cease and desist. But alas I cannot because the wolf has slipped in past my door and now is eating the raw spaghetti in my cupboard and drinking the last of my cabernet. Damn wolves. You can’t live with ’em … Tomorrow I have a freelance assignment near my old hometown. It will be nice to get out for a little while. Just as it is nice to stop and take a break to blog and kind of bang the cobwebs loose from my brain. Trouble is, I now have to vacuum them off the floor. The cobwebs, not my brain (hopefully).

I might post more later today. I might not. I’m just kind of that way. I never said I was perfect.

A taxing afternoon

I have spent my afternoon trying to do my income taxes. I say trying. The program I was using didn’t want me to edit, so with scant information the government was owing me almost $1,000. Except that isn’t right. At least, I doubt it’s right. I guess that’s what you get for using free tax software. But in an attempt to never let the bastards get me (too far) down, I downloaded about three other free income tax programs. I guess I’ll just have to see what happens.

What’s that? You say I could take my taxes to a professional? Do tell. No, not if I want to eat for the rest of the month. It wouldn’t be so bad but some of the words in filing the return are scary such as, “amortization,” and “under penalties of perjury.”

Oh well, I still have time to do my taxes. Never do today what you can put off until April 15.

My Super Bowl pick

The Super Bowl commercials were a big disappointment. It’s usually the only reason I watch the damn thing. There were a couple of good ones though. I thought the best was the Career Builder ad. Click here to see it. It is the far right one under “2006 Commercials.”

They call me the working man. I guess that's what I am.


I’m looking for part-time work today. The demon tech writing job and what little stringing I’m doing isn’t getting fresh fruit in the basket (I can only afford to buy the old fruit. Ever eaten a really old plum? Don’t.)

Just now I did some quick math. I stopped getting haircuts almost eight years ago, going instead for the cue-ball head look (Obviously, the guy in the picture is not me.) I also stopped smoking five years ago. I figure I have saved $1,920 on haircuts and likewise save $7,400 on smoking (Yes, I’m sad to say I smoked two packs a day. Yes, I’m sad to say I have this parentheses affliction this morning.)

Actually, saving is not what I did at all. For if I had actually saved the money that had been spent on haircuts and smoking, I would have more than $9,300-plus interest. Instead, well … Saving. Right!

It’s on with the search. I applied for a part-time data entry job with the U.S. Postal Service. It sounds positively dreadful. But the money sounds nice. I’m still looking though. I guess I should say in being true to the song by Rush: “They call me the look for working man.” I guess that’s what I am.

Old Sayings Retirement Home No. 16

I don’t normally perk up over celebrity gossip. But the news that Sheryl Crow and Lance Armstrong broke up kind of interested me. One reason is that Lance is such an icon here in Texas and the other reason is that Sheryl is … well, she is just so fine … With that in mind, I recall Sheryl’s song “A Change Would Do You Good.” It’s certainly peppy, sort of biting and its premise is right in a lot of respects when a change might do you good. With that said, I welcome Fred Allen’s saying to my EFD flag. I think it’s funny. But then, do you really care what I think?