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How about that dept.
Co-worker Sporadicus and I coincidentally did very similar things last night, with an identical result: losing sleep over finances.
Anyone want to buy a Jeep?
Pledge Ruled Unconstitutional
This decision, which to any rational, thinking person, makes complete sense - that saying "one nation under God" implies exclusive governmental endorsement of Christianity or other monotheistic view - is of course being challenged and ridiculed by blindered conservatives.
It's as if people still actually believe that adding "so help me God" guarantees honesty (Nixon? Clinton?). I find the Christian right more scary than Islamic fundamentalists, frankly.
Things on my 'To-do' list which readers may find enlightening, but which actually may have led to the recent stress-related back pain I've been experiencing
- Sell 1990 Jeep CJ that has been parked in my carport since last July
- Find registration (which I lost) or re-authorize bill of sale for aforesaid Jeep
- Get mechanical work on aforesaid Jeep so it runs before I sell it
- Plan a condo association meeting, since it has been a year, and I am the president
- Decide what to do about my bitchy neighbour's complaint about the flower bed that Rory dug (she feels that all units should have them, or none)
- Blog something about my huge exciting recent trip to New York
- Figure out how to transfer to my Mac and then edit, my video tapes, some of which were filmed last June
- Submit class action lawsuit forms regarding PVC piping in condo, which, according to the lawyers "is virtually guaranteed to fail"
- Fix my bicycle tire
- Tune my bicycle so that I can use the big sprocket
- Redesign the Beagle Ranch web site
- Redesign this web site so I at least link to the blogs I read every freakin' day (and style sheets would be nice, eh?)
- Set some damn personal goals
- Write more
- Stop procrastinating
Tontine
Yesterday I learned the meaning of the word. My mother was relating an e-mail trail, incorporating a vicious attack upon my father by someone who once was a trusted friend of the family. Did my parents realize, 26 years ago, that their retirement fund was nothing more than a tontine? Talk about your Ponzi schemes.
What saddens me most is not the specter of financial misdealings - I mean, I'd sue myself for misappropriation of my funds through the years - but the reinforcement that trust (even civility) does not necessarily increase with age. Must we take our fucking adolescent egos and insecurities to the grave? Our greed? Pathetic.
Crone-ometer
A revelation: getting older is sufferable when you have great friends. Yet another June 1 hurtled through, leaving a big bash in my condo (and ego). Dozens of friends - possibly a token 36 - came over on Satdee night, filling my floor with mirth, gifts, and alcohol. We feasted on noodles and meat simulacra, we hot-tubbed in chocolate fondue. We sat cross-legged and passed around the joints, we talked about life, but missed all the points.* Old bonds were tightened, and friends of friends became friends, or at least gave out phone numbers.
Heartfelt thanks to everyone for coming, giving, drinking, eating, and celebrating.
Big kisses to Roxoxory for mad organizing and crazy stirring, leaving all punch-drunk and thoroughly sated. I loxove yoxou.
And apologies for missing Sean's invite, who could have really used a few drinks.
*Non-literal, lyrical reference. Really.
