April 17th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Painful Weekend
Sorry for the light posting recently. I spent my weekend fighting off a spring chest cold and doing tax paperwork. It’s important to get that stuff right, because if you don’t, what happens to you is akin to the cartoon below, except it’s in a sterile room full of 1970s metal filing cabinets under bright flourescent lights that buzz and flicker:
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Taxpayers have the same treatment anywhere in the world.
*wonders about the saw under the rack* Yep, everything else belongs in that picture. But the saw? 0.0 Ouch. Glad you’re ok Bacchus, you had us worried. xxx
Hope you’re feeling better Bacchus and that your tax forms are in order.
And here I thought that was just an illustration of a normal day around the Bacchus home. Silly me.
I should be spanked.
Hell is a place where people spell “fluorescent” “flourescent” and pronounce “nuclear” as “nucular” and “realtor” as “realator”.
Also a place where people nit-pick about these things….. :P
Ha, my definition of hell is much closer to “being so bored one has nothing better to do but go out nitpicking spelling on the internet.”
There’s thirty seconds neither one of us will ever get back. What a senseless waste of human life.
No smiley.