Too Much Info: I pee in the shower everyday

Bwhahaha, it's true! I forget when this all started. Maybe a few years ago...before the Brazilian campaign anyway (the country runs ads encouraging its citizens to do so...1600 gallons of water can be saved per household a year)

yes, I realize I'm saving a bunch of flushes but I would do it anyway, even if there wasn't environmental reasoning to back it up. Even if I wasn't in charge of the water bill. At the gym, I pee in the shower. At friends houses, I pee in the shower. If I sleep over at your house, and ask to take a shower, I'm gonna piss in there too...now you know!

Postsecret has a bunch of postcards dedicated toward the subject this week and I just thought it was time to fess up.

An open letter to Len Tillum: Represented Taxation a Possibility?

I wish to appropriate my tax money where I think it should go. I believe I have a plan to achieve this goal...to some degree. I consult your advice.

My question: what is the stated IRS maximum limit for claiming tax deductible donations in one taxable year?

My hope is that I can start donating the maximum money possible to the charities/non-profits of my choice and have it all written off come tax time, hence the government is really making the donation. I believe Americans should have a STRONG say as to where and how their tax contribution is used/spent. If we have even a slim chance to direct a marginal percentage of our tax funds the way we see fit, I want to take advantage of that option!

Thank you.

I would call your great radio show and present this question live but it probably fits well in a show segment dedicated specifically to tax questions. If you plan upon this topic contact me and I will present the stated question on air.

I firmly believe the answer holds tremendous potential to shift many perceived spending priorities in our great republic.

peace and gratitude

Len Tillum gives free legal advice on 810AM, KGO, Sundays from 4 to 7PM....he's a loiyah!

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Doing Her Part

Bored With Banal Back-Patting

I SEE from all the promotions on TV that it's award season again. I'm losing track, since I haven't watched them for several years. Let's see: Academy Awards, Emmys, Golden Globe, Screen Actors, Tonys and an assortment of music awards, such as popular, country and, I believe, grunge polka. Now those are just the ones I remember. I'm sure they've added at least a dozen since then.

I've heard that this year there will be awards for the best supporting actor in a daytime commercial, the best dead victim in a crime drama and the best actor in a late night infomercial. I'm sure I've only scratched the surface here. However many there are, you can bet we'll be exposed to one or two big award extravaganzas, lasting several hours, each week until they are eventually replaced by March Madness.

Am I the only one who sees the irony in people who are placed in front of the public on screen and TV on a regular basis, are paid millions for this work and then get shoved in our faces again while they all congratulate each other with a fancy ceremonies and ornate trophies?

We get it! These people are mega rich and mega popular. Shouldn't that be enough? Do we have to watch them hug each other and give long-winded speeches?

Where are the awards for the people who fight forest fires, maintain our parks, scientists, teachers and the painless dentists?

Meade Fischer,

Watsonville

...from Metro Santa Cruz

Stained

I'm really 36 and now my birthday has become a date of horror for the people of Haiti. It's the day life ended there. The horrible day it all came crashing down. The day I turned 36.

I've decided my $100 donation is going to Doctors Without Borders. I respect that 87% of what they take in goes directly to services and their mission is absolutely righteous.

I think maybe in my 36th year I need to take more notice of the suffering and do more to resolve it. My prayers, my hope is with the Haitian people as the unravelling horror spins without mercy.

sexbot

At the annual sex convention (no, I'm not there) in Vegas, Roxxy the sexbot has been introduced to our fabulously sexy world.

Hi Roxxxy!

For 7 to 9K you too can own this programmable orgasm machine. She has five distinct personalities to select from and can be done up to meet all your fetish needs. A proud owner also subscribes to a service for monthly 'customisation' updates.

It's only a matter of time before some poor soul gets electrocuted by Roxxxy. Many will blame him exclusively while others will find empathy for his situation. Some will target the manufacturererer. Others will pontificate about the sad state of affairs, when a man chooses to make love with a robot in a fabulously sexy world with endless sexy possibilities. Comedians will show no mercy. There will be 15 minutes of blab scrolling, trolling at the bottom of the screen, a ticker tape extravaganza. Maybe, somehow, someway Roxxxy might get turned on by all of this attention. This digital love. Perhaps she simply planned it this way.

What the hell is that third input for btw?

But in January?!?

You know I'm all for wacky, fun-loving, subversive holidays and now it seems January 10th has become 'No Pants on the Subway Day' Tens of thousands participated worldwide this year.

I love it and if I find myself on a subway on future 1/10's I will participate for certain. Hopefully I'll be in Australia!

oldmanish behavior

I've been visiting the sauna at the gym. I consider this oldmanish behavior as I've always associated the cedar box with sweaty old men wearing towels. An unfair stereotype indeed, silly and contrived perception.

A sauna and a hot tub sure is fuckin' sweet when muscles are sore, sore, sore I've noticed. I could melt right now just thinkin' about it! I should go right now!!

circa summer '09

#9.) Your Dad's 70's Suit

...from the Top 10 Apparel Items You Should Never Wear in Public list at: top10kid.com

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No Good Welfare Bums or Express Lane Heroes?

They must have felt the energy. I've been seething with it since the term 'homeland security' was coined. The reactionary measures after the capture of the underwear bomber just didn't help any. Each time I go to the airport and see the horde of TSA's standing around I just can't help but think about the misappropriated tax money which funds the boondoggle. Ridiculous money wasted in the pursuit of tricking travelers into thinking they are safe when they board a skybus that also has the potential to become a 180,000lb. missile.

They know I think of them like this because as hard as I try to hide it, I just exude pure resentment in a stinky and snide sort of way. Ugly.

I wasn't too surprised when I was the first one "randomly" selected for the full monty shakedown. I hadn't shaved, the hatred was flowing, my mop is longish and let's face it, I got crazy in my eye.

They were efficient and almost sort of timid. Almost sorrowful for what they "had" to do. One guy reluctantly took apart my bags while another frisked me. Got the full pat down both front and backside. Without a reason to be nervous, I still was. As they finished me up I suddenly thought about all the eyes laid upon me. Many suspicious eyes wondering, judging, burning, searing. Maybe some of those eyes were even hoping they might have caught one.

They didn't though. I wasn't the one they thought I could be.


There was a tremendous upside to the whole thing which I immediately found thanks for. At crowded Gate B36 a full and groggy flight of passengers were waiting to board the 757. When the TSA deemed me clean of explosives they released me into the priority boarding line (with the women w/children and other powerful business travelers.) Had I been released into the general boarding line there would've been no way I could have stored both my bags in the overhead above seat 32D.

The TSA saved me $20 in travel box fees and more importantly, saved me a trip to baggage claim!

So anyway, thanks for the scrutiny and giving me powerful business traveler privilege. I couldn't have gotten out of that terminal quick enough.

Back to Reality

I suppose. Lost my championship by 1 point in the last minute of the last game of the season....got beat by a 10 year-old, how special is that?

I'll be hitting the field for real come saturday. The flag football league is gaining steam.

The fantasy fades to reality thank heavens!