An Excuse to Have a Friends Page

The rent is due every month. December is not a get-out-of-rent free month any more than it's a get-out-of-your-other-bills free month.

( Is rent an orphan crushing machine? )

Someone posted on the internets the other day a picture of their hands and asked "What can you deduce from my hands?"

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I spent the weekend building a water control pit for my dad's house. No yoga, no ponies, no Sunday dinner. Just water control pit.

Right now, Dad is at his Mexico House in La Peñita de Jaltemba, which is a small town about an hour north of Puerta Vallarta on the Pacific coast of Mexico. I've been there once, even. Dad texts me every day when he's in Mexico as a proof-of-life thing because he's 83. This morning's text was "It is 80 degrees here this morning."

My dad also has a house in the mountains of south-central Pennsylvania, where it was 16 degrees this morning. Sixteen degrees is a lot colder than eighty. Sixteen degrees is definitely cold enough to freeze some pipes.

( Taj Mahal? You know that's a tomb, right? )

In the different country that is the past, I used to own/operate a tiny little ISP in my tiny little town. It accepted credit cards, subject to the excessively high merchant account fees that were the order of the day. Now, I sold the ISP in 2007 and it doesn't have an EIN any more since we sold that to someone else. It hasn't filed a tax return in years. The business is closed.

But there's been a class action suit about the interchange fees related to accepting credit cards. I don't understand shit about it, but the business DID accept credit cards during the timeframe covered by the lawsuit.

( As you know, Bob, I enjoy my Class Action Money )