How Transactions Change Owner's Equity...

Gah! I am going to get this stuff!!!

See, last year I was mainly doing typing, math, 10-key, and Excel. Now my teacher says that I'm ready to learn actual accounting principles. And the book is like, oh my goodness...

It takes me a while to crunch the ideas into my brain. Like yesterday, I was having a huge brainfart trying to grasp the concept of the basic accounting equation: assets = liabilities + owner's equity. So I had to wait til after class to go through the book by myself and I finally got it: that just means you're going to minus the liabilities from the assets to get the owner's equity! (You remember basic math, don't you, Hermgirl? Anybody want me to do their taxes?)

The thing is, when you take a bunch of numbers, lay them end to end, stack them on top of each other and lay them out on a grid, like you do in accounting, it kinda scares the shit out of me. For a person like me that is a more creative, artistic, language based type, to assimilate things that are more concrete and number based, is really hard.

Which begs the question: if it's so hard, why do it? One answer to that is that I have always felt that a lot of the things in life that are worth anything will often require a lot of effort. Nothing worth anything comes easy.

Another answer is what this will get me if I am able to do it successfully: a good paying job. I have to keep explaining this one to my family when they question why I struggle through with this stuff (they are all a lot older than me and are products of a time when the economy was such that good paying jobs were much easier to get.)

My family (especially my dad) gets all uncomfortable when they see me muddling through these kind of things. And my dad has a hard time understanding things like, "No, I can't come in the front room and watch the PBS musical show with you, or go to Orchard Supply Hardware with you to look at the new table you're getting, because I have homework, a lot of it."

Having said all that, it's all worth it.

Tappin' the guy on the KNEE!!! Clinton gets tough.

If you wanted to see the Clinton interview on FOX, but experienced cock-blockage because the Ninnycons had the video removed from YouTube, etc, the majority of the Clinton interview is here.

Liquid Cinnamon Sex--For PettyBeige

It is a cold, rainy December day. After browsing at the library, you are perambulating through the town's main shopping street, umbrella overhead. You walk past the Banana Republic, the Talbot's, the Gap.

You cross the street and enter a coffee shop which is not a Starbuck's, but almost. What the place lacks in crass commercialism and bad atmosphere, it makes up for in warmth and unassuming charm.

There is music, Anita Baker, softly purring in the background. You approach the counter, and looking at the goodies behind the glass, you decide to yourself, "Yes, I will have that brownie that looks so good." One of those "holiday specialty" spicy pumpkin lattes will fill the bill as well.

The attendant is an attractive, cheerful Asian man of about your own age (not a teenager.) His smile and pleasant manner light up the otherwise clammy gray afternoon. Heck, you even give the guy a tip, and you're not much of a counter-tipper.

You will not remember the exact name of the drink you have chosen, much like the perfect one-night stand you meet at some Christmas party or other where things just seem to line up your way for an evening.

Expert hands which seem to have been guided by an Unseen Force, put in just the right amount of coffee, steamed milk, and pumpkin and cinnamon spice.

The ingredients of this drink, or, more specifically, the flavors, are indeed quite special. The steam rises from the cup and delivers the spicy bouquet of pumkin to your nostrils. The nutmeg sprinkled on top, shimmers and twinkles at you as it floats on the foam at the top of the cup.

Those who study alchemy or sex magick will understand this: It is as if you have invoked the Angel of the Nutmeg, the Angel of the Cinnamon, the Angel of the Pumpkin, and the Angel of the Coffee who have all transmogrified into the Lover of Your Soul, as they stand, tiptoes on the edge of the paper cup, waiting. Waiting for you.

You lift the cup to your lips. The temperature is just hot enough, just below too hot for you to quaff a healthy amount of the drink. As it flows into your mouth, over your tongue, you realize: you haven't tasted anything this delicious in a very, very long time.

You close your eyes and mouth after the first taste, savoring it. You lean back in your chair, open your book and start reading with a sense of satisfaction that must be palpable to the others in the coffee shop. You are going to take your time with this beverage.

You are in a unique bubble of time and space.

So school has started and I'm taking Computerized Accounting again. I'm really happy and exited about it - I've got maybe the best Bus Ed teacher in the the Bay Area as my teacher.

Once again there are people that don't quite know the ropes here as well as I do, and I'll be available to help - I have enough of a handle on what I'm doing for it not to be a problem.

But then there are the negative people, like the one I was talking to on the first week - I had to turn my head away and stick my tongue out at the blackboard as she was talking, she was such a complainer. Everyone is here for the same purpose, darling, to upgrade their job skills and hence, also has a sense of urgency/importance about what they're doing and about finishing and getting a certificate and so forth. The problem I have with you, you unique little snowflake, you, is I don't enjoy taking time to help and encourage people who have no interest in being helped and encouraged, although, that doesn't stop them from asking me for it. But enough about that bitch.

By contrast, I helped a person this week - taught them how to work with tables in word to make a calendar - that was so appreciative, it was a joy. I could tell their openness and positivity made it easy for them to grasp the concepts. I wonder how well the first person will do, but I have confidence in the second one.

Oh, in case anyone is wondering about how I said I'm taking the class again, this is a vocational school I'm at. It's an at your own pace, pick and choose your own curriculum, sort of place. People who have been there longer help newbies, there are aspects that are run just like a job site, that sort of thing.

Anyway, I am really happy to be back in school! I love my class, I love my friends, I love my teacher, I love my new accounting book!!! (12/20/08--Heh.)

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Happy 9/11 Day!!!

Five years ago today was a day when we all huddled together for strength, when we felt close because we all felt as though we had been touched by tragedy.  We believed, on this day five years ago, that though the toll taken had been harsh, we could continue to stand together and somehow weather the storm of grief that had suddenly been thrust upon us.

The Idiot in Chief stood amongst the rescue workers, the first responders, at Ground Zero on this day five years ago, and declared:

"The whole country hears you! I can assure you, those responsible for this will soon hear from us all!"

And it was hard not to get choked up.  Hard not to believe that somehow, we could all get together, rally behind our president, and fix this, or something.

Wonder what Bush & Co are up to now?