So sad about Roger Ebert.

When I was young and dumb, I used to not think very much of him because he seemed to overrate things. I felt like it was a big change in my worldview when I realized he appreciated more.

bon bon, I went through a similar thing with him. I didn't really take him seriously, but through the years, I found I could trust his taste. (I still maintain that lots of boobs got something an extra star, but I am okay with that.)

Yeah, that's what my accountant just said - as long as we make enough money to pay taxes on is all. OK, I've talked myself down from raging at injustice. Also, now I don't have to think of myself as being a rich person, because I am not.

These kinds of tax breaks tend to be heavily regressive. (See also: getting a tax break on your mortgage payments.) First, the amount you get back is capped by the your tax, which obviously rises with income. Second, spending on housing is quite strongly correlated with income - you can say pretty reliably that the richer one is, the more they pay on their property and the more it'll be worth. Hence, the greater will be any related deductions.

I've read that America actually has quite progressive tax rates among developed countries. But it all gets clawed back because the structure of deductions and govt spending is heavily regressive.

These kinds of tax breaks tend to be heavily regressive. (See also: getting a tax break on your mortgage payments.)

Oh my, yes.

Timelies all!

Once again, fuck cancer.

Oy. So on Monday I called the psychiatrist about Mom's mobility & he cut the Haldol dosage by 2/3, from 3 0.5mg per day to 1.

And today? Complete meltdown, screaming, crying on the phone with my sister, insisting that Dad was going to be leaving her and she was being abandoned at this horrible "nursing home".

I call ten minutes ago: she's completely calm and rational, despite being convinced she moved in this morning. OTOH, she sounded less foggy and Dad said her mobility was a little better.

So it's back to the psych for more Haldol. Maybe 2 doses a day...

So far, Operation Pink has netted two pink shirts, one pink blazer, and a pink skirt (still to come). I feel that in order to properly pink my wardrobe, I need at least a pink blouse and maybe pink pants. Pink shoes would be ridic great. I have pink coats and pink earrings...maybe one more piece of pink jewellery? And I already have pink cufflinks and a pink tie.

The deal I have struck with myself (do adults have to do that?) is to verify if more of the clothes I suspect don't fit really don't, and get them donated to Goodwill.

This is all trying to distract myself from the drama of the day. I will have to treat myself like a kid at work too, just to make sure all the is are dotted. Some days, i swear it's only the fact that I can be amiable that keeps me employed--amiable and quick to leap under the bus.

In about ten, fifteen minutes I need to start calling directors and asking for their approval for a task that doesn't get done until five today. And after that, we test. Ugh. I want to sleep. Not test.

That's so hard, Consuela. Maybe two is the right dose.

Pink shoes would be ridic great.

I have a pair of pink mules I LOVE and I almost never wear. But they're there! I like to look at them.

Sorry your day has been so crappy.

Sharing this article without comment: "Why I Study Duck Genitalia". [link] The videos are quite fascinating to watch.

So United Airlines replied about that flight they diverted because the family complained about the movie: [link]

Un-frelling-believable.

I have a pair of pink pumps that I love so much, but I haven't worn them in quite a while because they're a higher heel than I am used to anymore. I tell myself that I will work my way back up to higher heels again, because it's not like I stopped because of foot problems or pain or anything, I just got out of the habit and now I am scared to just put them on for an eight hour day. But that process is yet to begin.

Got the notice for my Examiner examination, it's two weeks from Saturday. Yikes, I am so not ready for that.