2 Gallons of Milk

I visit grocery stores daily, just in hope of what I might find. Today I was thrilled to find a few gallons of milk, I bought two because we’ve rationed out what little we had at home for days. I found a loaf of overpriced bread that my kids might eat. We’ll see. No fresh meat, yet. I was happy to see some fresh fruits and vegetables. I even found beef stock and some clean frozen vegetables. Hope to find flour in a day or two so I don’t have to break open our emergency dry goods supply. 

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In-game Currency Income Tax

This is fascinating to me, but I’m a nerd.

Taxation of virtual currencies – particularly within video games – is an emerging revenue stream, one that the IRS is still clearly trying to figure out. Game engines are on the verge of becoming banks… actual banks. Guess what? That’s going to throw a whole new problem into their business model because it exposes them to something that their industry isn’t priced for: Office of the Comptroller of the Currency oversight.

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Earthquake!

Yesterday – around 10:30 in the morning – our bird started freaking out in her cage and then the ground started shifting. This morning, a few minutes after 04:00, it sounded like the bird fell off of her perch and flapped around in the cage until I came to get her. She was really spooked. Come to find out: there was an aftershock at that time. I didn’t feel it but she sure as hell did. I’ve got a fluffy little seismometer that poops on my shoulders. Win-win.

Warm Spring Day

Everyone is all, “I’m at the beach!”, “I’m at the pool!”, “I’m having amazing food and adventures and booze!”

Meanwhile I’m chained to the desk in my tech cave completing transfer of assets and writing termination of service notices. Ooooh! Up next? TAXES!

A-OK!

Someone please start a new fast food restaurant that copies Chick-Fil-A’s entire menu. Do everything they do except meddle in the lives and rights of consenting adults. I’ll be happy to feed my family from there at least 3 or 4 times a month. Oh, and call the new restaurant, “Chick-We’re-Gay-And-It’s-A-OK!”

Thanks. Good chat.

Planting the Seeds of Revenge

Every action has short and long term results. Today, we’re planting the seeds for the next generation of enemies of our country. As these children whimper themselves to sleep on hard mats, under loud emergency blankets, in a cage surrounded by armed guards, we’re growing permanent enemies.

Regardless If they ever find their families again, these children will never be the same. They will remember the cold heartless void of humanity on our side of the wall and we will become the target of their revenge. They are hardening at this moment, and collectively we are the cause.

I don’t want to be a part of the problem, so I need to be a part of the solution.

Dear Mr. Bourdain

Damnit! I hoped to share a beer and a story with you some day. You had a mastery of word and an intimate knowledge of the texture that makes us all human. I’m so sorry it was too much to bear. That part I understand. But I’m admittedly angry that you made your closest friend find you like this.

You’re going to genuinely be missed, Tony.