I'd blame it all on California's fault

As a prominent GarouMUSH scion once said,
Leto stands triumphant, bitches!
I have, if I am not completely mistaken, conquered the online tax demons who have until late given me stomach aches and late night insomnia. Finally tracked down a phone number so they could no longer ignore my emails, told them 'hey there. You charged me for this service and then ignored me. WtF? WtFF?'
And they blinked sleepily and said 'oh, that. Um. Our records say you're all filed.'
So unless they're lying weaselly bastards then I should be okay. I confirmed that they had the correct email address for me, and then let them live. This time.
Stupid stupid rat creatures.

My Aim Is True

Today I was invited over to Erik's parapet. Well, I was invited to the whole apartment (with friendly dog and aloof but accepting cats) but the balcony was the best part. It's on that housing plot up in San Mateo with hundreds of condos perched over the bay, and the balcony is up three floors and so the view is lovely. And after sundown there are pretty fairy lights and the breeze and the water going shoosh-shoosh down below and it was just very lovely.
Our hosts were also lovely, and I had my first exposure to Queer as Folk (which was engaging) and Munchkin (which was interesting, and which I surprisingly won seeing as I play games by intuition and thus tend to get soundly trounced at strategy games; I highly recommend misdirection and subterfuge).