Saturday, April 21, 2007

I'm going to Hell

All the good stuff I discover on the internet I invariably find while I'm at work, so today when I followed the links from Slate, I dragged a coworker over to watch this.

Now, I kind of think Will Ferrell is lame in the extreme, but this I LOVED!!!! My coworker and I agreed that we're both going to Hell for loving it as much as we did.

A few days later, we commiserated about our inability to explain to other people why it was so awesome. "You don't understand!" she says, in a hurt voice, "Her name is Pearl! She's drunk!"

Monday, April 16, 2007

IRS audit? E gad!

I got my tax return returned to me on Friday, with a note saying that I had filled it out wrong (that the numbers didn't match in two separate entries).

Now, I did not prepare my taxes -- my father did (I'm 25 years old and my Dad still does my taxes, I'm such a dweeb!). Apparently, it's all for the best, though, because for the life of me I can't find the two instances where the numbers don't match. I've been over the form a zillion times. I am tax form inept.

It all worries me, though, because of this: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/16/business/16tax.html

Do you think the I.R.S. is gearing up for an audit of my records? Will my tax form ineptitude make them suspicious? Not that it really matters, I guess, but I just don't think I can deal with the headache of an audit on top of everything else that's going on lately.


PS: My coworker recommends this blog: www.cupcakeblog.com. Awesome!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Whence the title

A girl that I work with recently told me that traveling with her father destroyed any lingering childhood illusions she once cherished about him. Apparently, when she was little, she believed that her father was an enlightened citizen of the world. However, when they went to Paris together for a week, he refused to eat any dishes he wasn't already familiar with, complained unendingly about the overarching uselessness of French people, and was generally intolerant.

"I always thought he was cultured," she said, "but then I realized he was just irascible."

"The one doesn't always preclude the other," I said. "In fact, I like to think I'm both."