May 4th, 2008

America's obesity epidemic explained

Apparently I wasn't the only one in my family to experience IRS drama this year (in reference to my post from March 11th). My mom also fell prey to an administrative error and brief scare that fortunately, as with my case, was quickly and easily resolved over the phone. But not before she found something to laugh about in the situation:


First: successfully handled over the phone. "Case closed, no tax due." Nothing like having excellent documentation and appropriate justification.

The funny: the recorded message while on hold (interminably): "We appreciate your patience. If you hang up and call back now, this may increase your wait."

OH MY GOD, THEY WANT MY MONEY ***AND*** I'M GONNA GET FAT, TOO????"

If you want, you can have this for livejournal as an addendum to your tax story. Seems they're picking on the Webbs this year.

Welcome to Britain, CA

Last night, I was lucky enough to catch one of my favorite bands live again. Yep, this was my third Dream Theater concert. And the kicker was that I walked to it -- it was held at the Paramount Theatre right here in Oakland. I do believe this was the first time I ever walked to a concert for a band I really wanted to see (i.e. not including times I joined friends at Cornell for on-campus appearances of various big-name artists I personally was a bit neutral on).

Notice the twist: Dream Theater at Paramount Theatre. Well, barring the different spellings of Theat..wahtever. But apparently this was not enough for the folks running the Paramount:


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"Hey, just because the place is called a 'theatre' doesn't mean they should rename the band playing there!"

I have to say, however, that this is a really interesting venue. I'd never been there before. The ceiling is a mile high, and along with the walls, is covered with really ornate, gold-appearing, carved-looking artistic patterns. It's one of those things I look at and think "how the hell did they build that?"