I don't remember anymore if we were taught to write Os and 0s differently, but it wouldn't surprise me at all. I do remember having special lined paper to learn with and that the height of some letters was higher than others, some letters that went under the line went farther under, etc. It was all very arcane and hard to remember without the lines on the paper. Fortunately, once you were done with one semester of all that, all they really cared about was if your writing was legible, not if it was correctly formed.
{{Gud}} As much get-through-it~ma as you can possible use.
The zero vs. O thing is crazy.
Also, I cannot imagine talking to any significant other multiple times a day, unless we were specifically planning an activity that evening or something.
Hi! I spent the weekend partying with Smonster, and her ruggers, and some drag kings! It was awesome!! Drinking, and ass-grabbing, a threesome proposition, lewd singing, hot drag kings, a girl changing my velcro shirt to say "Wanna Fuck" (not sure if she was asking, or thought that was my plan for the evening....)
{{{Gud}}}
Everything went well with meeting the apartment owner today. Except for the fact that she looks like she is about 22 and owns this place as well as her own home. Damn do I feel unaccomplished. The apartment is still great. We get the keys on the 14th. I booked the movers for the 29th. I also made a lot of calls to change over bills etc. So tired. How is everyone else?
Listen to billytea, please.
Bitch.
Wrod. She got out of her car and my jaw dropped.
I call DH in the morning to make sure he made it to work (sometimes this takes several calls), and again in the afternoon to cover logistics and make sure he's actually looked at the calendar, and won't be blind-sided by something we've had set up for weeks. This also may take several calls, because we have an open office, and if he decides something is my fault I just have to hang up. None of these calls takes very long.
::points to bt and Hec, nods vigorously::
Not to pile on, Gud, but I just get a constant sense of despair from you, that you're either bent over with woe or trying painfully hard and frustrated that none of the trying works, and there's never a word from you that your wife is also despairing or trying or feeling anything but aggrieved at you for not doing everything right.
ION, frell frell frell. I just spent 2 1/2 hours going over our taxes on the online version of TurboTax, and I can't make it tell me anything except that we owe a total of nearly $700. How can that possibly be, when last year we didn't even claim Emmett and this year we do?
I'm kind of hating TurboTax right now. It's making me feel stupid and clueless and it's not explaining anything; the free program we used last year had a very clumsy, ugly, slow interface and took three tries to accept any information I gave it, but at least it showed me little mock-ups of every single line in our tax return and let me track everything I was doing as I did it.
TurboTax is just asking me things that don't seem to make any sense and absorbing my answers and then, after an endless string of irrelevant questions about my advertising and mining-related expenses for the lousy $200 I earned at Faire (which apparently bumped us up a tax bracket, as it instantly increased our federal taxes due by $150), abruptly says HA HA STUPID MATH-INEPT FUCKO, YOU OWE THE FEDS BIG FAT MONEY. EAT IT! OH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU CAN NO LONGER AFFORD TO EAT ANYTHING! HA HA!
It's possible that I am reading a bit much into the tone of its responses. But, really, I think not.
