Tax-travaganza

I've spent a lot of time lately philosophizing on the class-structure of American society. In other words, I'm tired of renting, and want to buy a house.
I'm getting to where I can estimate a a homes value to within $20k based on the number of cars (and their models) parked in the driveway. For example: An Audi A4 and a Tahoe: $300-$325k. A Subaru and a Tacoma: $240-$275k. A Corolla and a Montero: $180-$210k. An Isuzu Rodeo and a mountain bike: you're renting.
Which is why I get a sick satisfaction out of April. Sometimes it's nice to see everyone you know reduced to the same common denominator: paying taxes. Everybody's got to do it, and for a brief sick moment, all mankind has something in common to talk about. It's like Christmas, but for all Americans.
Now, don't get me wrong; having or not having things does not a person make, nor it is (IMHO) what this life is all about anyway. I'd much rather meet a friend on the street and discuss the happy things of the world than, oh, say, taxes. So maybe this tax season we should all decide to talk about things we have in common that we like rather than dislike.
But all the same, if you see a deal on a house please let me know. I'm the guy in the Isuzu Rodeo. With a bike on the top.

"They all want me; can't have me"

I have a toddler. He's two. He's awesome. Before he goes to bed each night, I sing him a song. We have about five that we choose from, and I usually ending singing the same one or two each night.
Then, a week ago, he decides to start rejecting all my song options with a casual "nope" after each of my standard suggestions. In desperation I started naming completely random songs in hopes that he would say yes to one. He finally did.
The Macarena.
I have just enough Spanish skills to sing the thing, and barely enough dancing skills to get through it without falling down.
He loved it. I've done it five times a night for the last week, and I feel like an idiot. But, when I'm done, he lays down with a smile on his face and goes right to sleep, so I keep on dancin'.
Remember the Macarena? Need a reminder? I'll warn you, there are girls dancing with tight pants on.

http://www.vh1classic.com/view/artist/1165513/55389/Los_Del_Rio/Macarena/index.jhtml

Romney, Bikes, Vivaldi, and Pizza

I voted last week in the Utah version of Super-Tuesday. The Republican party had this stipulation that in order to receive a Republican ballot, you either had to be a registered republican, or become one that instant. I thought that was the dumbest thing I'd ever heard. Mitt, we're buddies, but c'mon, I don't see why I should put my name on the Republican list when I only vote republican about half the time anyway.
Remember the Simpson’s episode where the two aliens come down to earth and run for president, one for each party? Moe says to Homer, "It's a two-party system, Homer, you've got to vote for one of them!" He's right.