We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.

Mal ,'Serenity'


Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Zenkitty - Mar 23, 2006 5:05:33 pm PST #5903 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Allyson, I don't think you can be Head of Household if no one else lives with you. I think it's for single parents. ::not a tax expert::

billytea, I talked myself out of it in much the same way. My reasoning was, I couldn't subject anyone, not even Hitler, to eternal hellfire (Presbyterian, we were - big on the hellfire). If God is by definition more loving and forgiving than a human can ever be, then He couldn't either. Therefore the God I was being taught about who could and did send people to burn in hell for eternity was either not real or not the ultimate divinity. This got me branded an athiest in junior high school.


§ ita § - Mar 23, 2006 5:06:13 pm PST #5904 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

There's a point beyond which the number of cats starts counting as negative human dependents. F(x)=c²l, or something.


tommyrot - Mar 23, 2006 5:10:38 pm PST #5905 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

So, "large number of cats" = "income potential"?


Strix - Mar 23, 2006 5:18:25 pm PST #5906 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

yo, Allyson, single, according to my accountant friend who does my taxes some years. But I did my own Mondat! money BACK from Fed and MO!! Whoo! And in time for spring break.


tommyrot - Mar 23, 2006 5:39:56 pm PST #5907 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

“Bob” is a geologist and a teacher at a science education institution that serves several Arkansas public school districts. My friend did not know the details of Bob’s problem, only that it had to do with geology education. This was enough to arouse my interest, so I invited Bob to tell me about what was going on.

He responded with an e-mail. Teachers at his facility are forbidden to use the “e-word” (evolution) with the kids. They are permitted to use the word “adaptation” but only to refer to a current characteristic of an organism, not as a product of evolutionary change via natural selection. They cannot even use the term “natural selection.” Bob feared that not being able to use evolutionary terms and ideas to answer his students’ questions would lead to reinforcement of their misconceptions.

But Bob’s personal issue was more specific, and the prohibition more insidious. In his words, “I am instructed NOT to use hard numbers when telling kids how old rocks are. I am supposed to say that these rocks are VERY VERY OLD ... but I am NOT to say that these rocks are thought to be about 300 million years old.”

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Allyson - Mar 23, 2006 5:48:26 pm PST #5908 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

whoot! One step closer to taxes being done.

so. complex.


Strix - Mar 23, 2006 5:49:52 pm PST #5909 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

It's a pain. But, yo, I just checked my bank account and I already got my MO tax refund! And I efiled Tuesday!


msbelle - Mar 23, 2006 5:58:36 pm PST #5910 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

woohoo tax returns. I should see if mine is in.

Just listed 4 more things on freecycle.

Speaking of which, I have several partial items of pink body/face glitter that I can't use because it interferes with my meds. If anyone wants it, email me your address.

The ebay stack keeps growing, but I can't deal with listing that tonight. Time for bed.


§ ita § - Mar 23, 2006 6:10:28 pm PST #5911 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

My Federal is back! I wonder what I shall spend half of it on...


Nutty - Mar 23, 2006 6:13:47 pm PST #5912 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

I did my brother's federal taxes on Easter Sunday last year, in the morning while the parental units went to church.

Paying your taxes is a life-affirming spring ritual, right? And doesn't involve anybody being crucified. Anyway, not till later, when my brother calls me up at work at 4:45pm on Friday, April 13 to admit that he can't translate the work I did on the federal to his state taxes.

Where does the time go?? I swear just now it was 9pm. Shoot. Warm cats and the internet are the very definition of procrastination.