An open letter to the guys at TurboTax

Dear Intuit
Shining me on about how I can file for free and then grinning and saying "oh well yes but unless you pay us $40 we're going to delete all the data we told you we'd hold for you PS: hey the deluxe edition is only $50 why not upgrade" is pretty much blackmail. And while I realize that it's my own damn fault and if I'd started earlier I could tell you to go fuck yourselves and do it myself, that doesn't make me a happier customer. So take your $40, because it may be the last money you see from me.

Right in the ear.

Shopping Alert

Last Exit to Nowhere has some awesome products but they are really spendy.

Coyote Cinema not exactly a review

Let us posit that in one car you have a very earnest LARP drinking Night Train straight from the bottle. In another you have a Ren Faire, half an eight ball coursing through its system. In a fiery crash, they plow into each other, head on, spilling open like pinatas filled with primary colors and awkward speeches.

This, my friends, is Legend--even more so than I remember from my youth. And there's Tim Curry, and that fabulous wedding dress.