For the first time, I took my taxes to a paid preparer. First thing tomorrow morning I meet with them to approve the documents. The anxiety I feel is absolutely the same as my parents getting my report card.
Ordinarily I do my own taxes but because Iām filing in three different states for 2009, and two of them arenāt real clear about how I apportion personal business income (and fā- if California thinks itās getting more than its cut of what I earned in January and February, which was peanuts), I figured Iād let a pro handle it. So far Iāve spent ā I think ā $300 to save $500, so Iām ahead. But then, I havenāt seen my final state tax bill yet.
Anyway, itās one for you, nineteen for me in Kotaku Off-Topic. Feel free to rant about the Taxman, the following subjects, or any other that come to mind.
Ole Miss is holding a binding student committee vote to replace their Confederate colonel mascot. The leading candidate is said to be another rebel commander: Admiral Ackbar.
Ding dong, the Hummerās gone. A deal to sell off the mega-SUV brand to the Chinese fell apart and now it will be shut down altogether ā a fate as ignominious as Oldsmobileās. Good riddance.
Conan OāBrien joins Twitter. Itās a verified account, ladies and gentlemen, and in two hours it more than doubled the followers for Jay Lenoās feed. Unless a lawyerās reviewing each Tweet, I predict a messy head-on smackup involving impulsive instapublishing and nondisparagement severance clause.
Some guy gets a tattoo of Ashton Kutcherās face on his arm. Nuff said.