In The Mood
 Keeneland’s first race goes off in 5 minutes. WTF? The Man didn’t take long cashing the check I sent to pay my taxes. I mailed it on April 15th, and it cleared my bank last night. That reminds me, I would like to take this opportunity to thank whoever came up with the idea of overdraft protection. I’m still playing […]
Purple Rain
 Why raincoats are yellow Okay, so I might have done something to Chico’s sofa last night. Actually, I think it’s my sofa, now. I’m not making light of the situation, but he was well aware of my ‘problem’ long before we moved in together. So this can’t come as a huge surprise. That’s like leaving your sack […]
Dirty Little Secret
I probably won’t post for a few days. Parties in the Plaza is tonight. And, well, then it’s the weekend. I’ll be sending updates to Facebook and Twitter from the cell phone. I forgot to mention the conversation I had at the post office yesterday. I didn’t have any stamps, so I had to wait […]
Money Don’t Matter 2 Night
 Bouncy, Bouncy It’s out of my hands now. When I saved my tax return to the hard drive last night, the file was named ‘2008 Federal Personal’. But for a second, I swore it read ‘2008 Federal Prison’. If there is a significant amount of time between posts down the road, there’s a chance I’ve gone away for […]
Gimme Shelter
 The Perfect Storm One last night to get my taxes done, and I’ve turned TurboTax into a video game. Right now my score is -$759, but I was down over a grand. I’m thinking two more charitable donations and 1 dependent to win. Lottery update: -$8/+0 That’s debit to the left, credit to the right. Headline on the Drudge […]
Fortunate Son
 D: Final Answer Everything was going fine with my taxes last night. I entered my lone W-2, and TurboTax was displaying a modest refund. Then I entered a 1099, and watched the refund disappear faster than a Bernie Madoff hedge fund. I did a little math this morning, and calculated that I need to sell 1,100 SOB […]
That’s What I Love About Sunday
 Alright, so it’s not Sunday School material. But it’s timely and funny. Happy Easter. NSFW Have you ever been approached by a cab driver inside QuikTrip, and asked if you remember the time he drove your drunk ass to the racetrack? Me neither. SOB reader, John M, moved to South Korea for a year […]