My experience in Iowa is limited to seeing Cage the Elephant at a casino in Council Bluffs.

Saw music

Got laid

Gambled

Drank

It was alright

What in Sam hell is that even supposed to be? Like what did it say on the menu?

I remember getting my Texas instruments financial calculator circa 2009 for probably fifty dollars or so.

The professor told us that at the time, production costs for my fifty dollar calculator were roughly a dollar.

On the bright side, I’ll bring that thing in whenever I buy a car and it truly fucks with the whole “what kind of payment are you looking for” routine they do. (Though these days, I’m more likely to bring a laptop with Excel. Same idea, but faster and better visuals)

Product - use daily

Language - speak English, Spanish, and Korean, though the latter two are admittedly falling off from lack of use. Lived overseas for four years in my twenties

Collared shirts - wear daily, but I’d guess that’s not goth chick bait

Dancing - was religiously prohibited from such growing up and never took an interest in it

Personal skill - I can cook like a motherfucker. Like really good stuff. If I believed in love languages, mine would be feeding others. The women in my office make weekly requests for me to cook whatever they’re craving over the weekend and bring it in on Monday.

But I’m talking about energy. Gomez spends his entire existence striving toward being Morticia’s everything. I don’t have enough gas in the tank after seventy or eighty hours of getting yelled at for my income.

Next up, since everything is so easy, I guess I just simply waltz into another job, right?

I’m of the opinion that Hillary lost because of the blatant super delegate shenanigans within the DNC. I know I was LIVID. However, I wasn’t one of the folks who were so livid that they protest voted third party. I held my nose, suppressed my gag reflex, and voted for Hillary, though I really didn’t want to.

If only that last panel still held true

Gomez lives off generational wealth and thus spends his time culturing himself with dance, art, and seductive languages.

I work until it’s not safe to drive home because I’m so tired and my eyes don’t work. I crawl home on surface streets, collapse into bed for a brief nap, and get up to go do it again because the man needs his dollar.

My spirit may be willing, but my flesh is spongy and bruised.

Yes homestead. I’m not sure how other states do it.

Texas increased from ten thousand to twenty five thousand to forty thousand to a hundred thousand in a short period.

So semantics. I say increase for other houses, you say discount for primary house. Either way you choose to phrase it, you pay less for your primary residence and more for other properties.

I’m a tax accountant.

You’ll never make less due to income tax for making more money.

You can start to get certain credits phased out and can become subject to things like the Medicare surcharge.

But it’s still unlikely that making more will ever get you less.

In a similar track though, I refused raises for a couple years because my kid was in college. If I got a raise, I would be kicked into the next income tier of financial aid eligibility, and that could’ve been catastrophic. Those lines don’t seem to phase as much as they seem to be hard cutoffs - at least as far as my kid’s specific school was concerned. All of her financial aid (grants, not loans) came directly from the school, not the government.

I also was able to enjoy a little bit of education expense credit on my tax return because if it, but that part was nominal.

The biggest hit has been going from head of household with a dependent tax credit to single with fuck all credits. Fortunately, I can itemize my way into a deduction midway between single and head of household, so I got that going for me, which is nice.

Edit: Wow, that was a gibberish filled gummy induced wall of text. Nothing particularly factually incorrect, but man what a slew of non sequitur.

Texas is that way to a point. Your primary residence gets enormous tax breaks. Any property after that, fuck you, pay up. The downside to that is that it contributes to the high cost of rent as the owner passes it along to the tenant.

Meanwhile, the mantle is tailgating the hell out of the core wishing it would move over to the right lane

My entire life has offered two options - time or money

Never both

In this phase, I’ve been making good money, but it’s at the cost of working twelve to fifteen hours a day six to seven days a week for half the year, going down to a meager forty five to fifty hours for the other six months with no overtime.

Then I’ve got to be careful in making comments that I’ve got a few pennies saved because it makes other Lemmy users think I’m all bougie or whatever word it is that the kids use these days.

The reason I’ve saved money is that I have no time to spend it. My entire existence is either working or preparing to go to work via laundry/groceries/cooking. (Leaving the office for lunch is a mortal sin, so I bring my own daily and eat at my desk, never a lunch break)

I’ll look at the transactions in my bank account and I’m surprised that I live on about a hundred and thirty dollars a week because of this. (This doesn’t include housing expense)

It’s unprecedented in my company, but I’m about to negotiate more time off in lieu of raise this next upcoming cycle.

I’m so

Fucking

Existentially

Tired

And no I can’t just “get another job”. There are no greener pastures, especially since I’ve crossed into the dreaded “in my fifties” zone

Her job is done anyway. It’ll be years before this case can proceed and if Adolf Donnie Trump weasels his way into office, it goes away forever. She’s successfully delayed it into oblivion.

I’m honestly surprised she didn’t just outright dismiss it from the getgo.

Yeah, what I’ve found is that school personalities just transition into adult life. The bullies are middle managers, etc. Adults are every bit as childish as they were in school. It’s just a different kind of playground.

I don’t think pornhub wants your ID.

I live in Texas and just tested the site to see if anyone has changed. It hasn’t since they essentially shut down here.

It’s a full page statement about Texas politicians.

There’s no option to submit an ID even if a person wanted to do so.

But maybe I’ve misunderstood who “them” is in your comment.

God I was going to UNT football games when Todd Dodge was there. It seemed like all of Southlake was attending those games. I hate him with a white hot intensity. I hate his acolytes orders of magnitude more.

The few times I’ve been through Southlake, I felt like a needed a shower with some 36 grit sandpaper as a loofa.

I can’t watch him anymore either.

No issues watching old Robin Williams clips, but I just can’t watch Anthony anymore.

This is a good little illustration of why his passing made me feel like I lost somebody I knew personally

Was he the last surviving New York Giant?

About ten years ago, I worked for a small firm where most of the partners attended this very church.

One of the reasons I left was that I felt completely out of place as they integrated their religion into the office culture.

When I left, the managing partner would send me handwritten letters for YEARS effectively telling me that while I had chosen damnation for myself, I owed it to my daughter to have the opportunity for salvation by attending this specific gateway Church in Southlake.

If I didn’t have so much disdain and bitterness, I’d be tempted to send him this article.