When I go for coffee; I go to Floyd’s Coffee(This should be their tag line). Often when I’m there I see a local blogger I read. I’ll leave his name out of this. So, I recognized him from a random picture posted a few months ago, and gave a polite smile, as I’m apt to do anyway. Coffee was purchased, cigarettes were lit and I was on my way home. But the question was floating there: how do you, or should you, meet your favorite blogger? Seriously, think about it. You know them on a sort of intimate level, from reading and/or commenting. But they, aside from your comments, know nothing of you. It’s a kind of Z list celebrity.
So when he was on my bus this morning, the #15 for you stalkers out there, I decided to do something about my reticence. I decided to read my book and write about the concept of meeting your favorite blogger, after work. So, here we are, my loyal readers. I guess the question is, would you say hello if you saw me on the street(there are no pictures of me on here, but let’s assume you knew what I look like)? Do you approach?*

Anyway, here’s a link I’ve been wanting to post for a few weeks now. Originally it would have produced a full post on the topic of taxes, but the energy just isn’t there for that level of communication(which means I owe the IRS money and don’t want to talk about it). Basically it’s this guy’s supposition that the federal income tax is illegal. I’ve read about this quite a bit in the past and haven’t been able to refute the point. Anyway, enjoy.

* For what it’s worth, feel free. I got time to talk.