Miscellany
Feb. 9th, 2004 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I signed up for online bill paying through my bank. The process includes having some open-ended questions used to verify that I'm me (or not, as the case may be). All the places I've seen it before have me choose a question and the appropriate answer. This time, however, they wanted three questions, and offered four choices for each. The problem? None of them were questions I could answer. Favorite book? Too many to choose from; depends on the moment. Favorite athlete? N/A. Favorite restaurant? I end up at Taam China more than any other, but I'm really not sure it's my favorite so much as convenient and (almost) everyone likes Chinese. Favorite movie? Favorite actor? I don't remember the rest, but they were all of a piece. I made up some answers and hopefully I won't need to remember them...
I did the preliminary tax paperwork this weekend (is it odd to be rather fascinated by doing one's taxes?). I'm missing one or two pieces of information (hopefully easily found), and then I can do the final figures.
Side note: why is it that the MA tax forms are so poorly laid out? The feds do a much better job of it; I wish the state people would take a page out of their booklet. I mean, at one point I was told to check the "blue table at the end of the booklet". I looked at either end of the booklet, and there wasn't anything blue. Nor were there any wholly blue pages. It turned out to be at the end of a section, on a numbered page. So why not "check the blue table on page xx"?
I forget sometimes how fashions in names change. Walking through Mt. Auburn Cemetery reminded me, with lovely names I was too cold to write down, but were so definitely of another era.
The one name I do remember seeing: Cruft.
I couldn't help but giggle.
Everyone knows what 'getting a pink slip' means (if you're thinking undergarments, think again). But why pink? Why not blue, or black?
If I put beets into chicken soup, does that automatically turn it into borscht? Are there soup boundaries? Soup ethinicities? Fusion soups? Or would that be soup intermarriages?
I did the preliminary tax paperwork this weekend (is it odd to be rather fascinated by doing one's taxes?). I'm missing one or two pieces of information (hopefully easily found), and then I can do the final figures.
Side note: why is it that the MA tax forms are so poorly laid out? The feds do a much better job of it; I wish the state people would take a page out of their booklet. I mean, at one point I was told to check the "blue table at the end of the booklet". I looked at either end of the booklet, and there wasn't anything blue. Nor were there any wholly blue pages. It turned out to be at the end of a section, on a numbered page. So why not "check the blue table on page xx"?
I forget sometimes how fashions in names change. Walking through Mt. Auburn Cemetery reminded me, with lovely names I was too cold to write down, but were so definitely of another era.
The one name I do remember seeing: Cruft.
I couldn't help but giggle.
Everyone knows what 'getting a pink slip' means (if you're thinking undergarments, think again). But why pink? Why not blue, or black?
If I put beets into chicken soup, does that automatically turn it into borscht? Are there soup boundaries? Soup ethinicities? Fusion soups? Or would that be soup intermarriages?
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Date: 2004-02-10 04:05 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-10 09:45 pm (UTC)(hm... I'm not so sure I should be enjoying beeting, then... ;-)