The Tax Workbook is done. Last night's crisis resolved itself. I just hate that it takes from 6 - 10 hours of sturm and drang to put this stuff together. We don't have anything that complicated, either.
Now I have to write or put together a speech on the fauna (critters) in the neck of the woods where we live. Amazing how many there are. Most of them cute. Hey, frogs are cute. They can be princes.
Some poor writer wrote to Ms. Snark and received 78 comments, most of them mean. Makes you want to head for the hills.
Move recommended movies: The Children of Men. Didn't win any Ocsars, but should have. A bleak view of the future. But how could it be otherwise?
Except for the Academy Awards (sometimes a snooze) we haven't been able to find anything to watch on television. Even the food channel had weird tropical fruit sculptures that didn't inspire. Usually end up back on public television. I don't know how there can be so many channels of crap. A "vast wasteland" indeed, a freaking desert.
Actually, deserts are beautiful, at least the Black Rock and the Sonoran. All the deserts I have familiarity with. Ho hum. Back to the critters and my speech. Hope not to drone on. Like here.
Onward,
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
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