I had a fifth or sixth grade teacher that was really adamant about not sticking "and" into numbers. It wasn't because "one hundred and one" would mean something different, though, just that the "and" was unnecessary and to be avoided.

Eta: I write checks like tommyrot, as taught by my mom, who probably learned in a high school accounting class. And if it's for a even dollar amount, something like "One hundred one dollars only".

And if it's for a even dollar amount, something like "One hundred one dollars only".

or "One hundred one dollars and 0/100ths", which is how I was taught to do it. And then draw a line through the rest of the space to keep anyone from changing it after the fact.

... this is another of those things our kids will never need to know, isn't it?

... this is another of those things our kids will never need to know, isn't it?

Yep. I ran out of checks a year and a half ago, and have relied on online bill paying since then.

I was taught by my mom to write checks that way, too.

A quick correction:

the Kennedy is 53 minutes from O'Hare to the Hubbard tunnel

It's the "Hubbard Cave," not the "Hubbard Tunnel"--bad Chicagoan! I knew something was wrong there, but didn't place it until just now.

I still have to have checks for my rent, but that's the only thing I still use them for. If they had on-line payment, I'd be able to get rid of them completely, but no such luck.

My (and Plei's) Alma Mater may have the nation's worst school song:

Go, Geoducks go,
Through the mud and the sand,
let's go.
Siphon high, squirt it out,
swivel all about,
let it all hang out.

Go, Geoducks go,
Stretch your necks when the tide
is low
Siphon high, squirt it out,
swivel all about,
let it all hang out.

I've been doing a lot of skipping, so this may have been posted, but Virginia's song is "The Good Ole Song", sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne, after the team scores.

That good old song
of Wa-hoo-wah
We'll sing it o'er and o'er
It cheers our hearts
and warms our blood
To hear them shout and roar

We come from old Virginia
Where all is bright and gay*
Let's all join hands
and give a yell
For dear old UVA

(at a rapid chant)
Wa-hoo-wa! Wa-hoo-wa!
Uni-V, Virginia!
Whoo-are-ay! Whoo-are-ay!
Hey! Hey! UVA!!

*In the past, many idiots would shout "not gay!" at this point (and which point, I would yell back "homophobic bastards"), but I was pleased to see that there was very little of that the last time I was at a game this year.

I still have to have checks for my rent,

I use my bank's online payment thingie, and they mail a check to my landlord.

My (and Plei's) Alma Mater may have the nation's worst school song:

No, that song is awesome!

That's true! That's how I do it. But I need a check right now so I can join the Philadelphia library. But I don't think I have any non-business checks. So I'm going to have to go to a place and talk to a person and get a money order. This is interfering with my no people, plan, people! But I guess if it gets me free library ebooks I am okay with that.

ION, Bangable Dudes in History, Rated in Pie Charts

The actual site: [link] (subtitled "Dead man porn for your still-beating heart.")