taxes; wil wheaton; sga fic
Mar. 14th, 2006 12:36 amDone. Done done done. Taxes are done! It only took me like... three hours. *headdesk* They changed the NYS form on me and added some really stupid W2 summary form, which has to be filled out instead of just attaching the W2s from your employer. Apparently, NYS is too good to use other people's forms. That said, I should have done taxes earlier because I am getting back a hefty sum. W00t! Gotta thank
alorarose (and her dad) for some help with the forms.
Over at WWdN: In Exile, Wil Wheaton talks about Grand Slam Day Three, where he meets Ron Moore and catches up with Rod Roddenberry and Jonathan Frakes.
"You look great, W," he said. Then he pointed at the huge screen that made up the back of the stage. "But not as good as Avery."
Avery Brooks did look great. He looked cooler than Shaft, and more stylish than anyone else in the convention hall.
"He's really fucking up the cool curve for us, isn't he?" I said.
"Ah, don't worry, W," he said with a grin. "I can tell just by looking at you that you used to be cool."
"You too," I said.
And now as a wee reward, I'm going to read the three chapters of Three Fates I haven't yet read.
Over at WWdN: In Exile, Wil Wheaton talks about Grand Slam Day Three, where he meets Ron Moore and catches up with Rod Roddenberry and Jonathan Frakes.
"You look great, W," he said. Then he pointed at the huge screen that made up the back of the stage. "But not as good as Avery."
Avery Brooks did look great. He looked cooler than Shaft, and more stylish than anyone else in the convention hall.
"He's really fucking up the cool curve for us, isn't he?" I said.
"Ah, don't worry, W," he said with a grin. "I can tell just by looking at you that you used to be cool."
"You too," I said.
And now as a wee reward, I'm going to read the three chapters of Three Fates I haven't yet read.