So I went to the bank today to find out why they charged me $8 in June. Basically, the only reason why I have an account other than my ING Account is for depositing checks, but yesterday I came across this article on how to deposit checks with ING through the mail; it costs a stamp, but I think the idea is that depositing checks should be rare because of direct deposit. Anyway, I go to the bank, and they tell me that the only way I can avoid a monthly fee is if 1. I have direct deposit or 2. I transfer $25 a month to a savings account. Now, I'm pretty sure they didn't tell me this back when I opened the account. I mean, it was probably in the five or so pages, single spaced, of legal descriptions that I had to sign when I opened the account, but I just sped read through that. And *maybe* the guy who opened the account for me told me about it, but we were too busy talking about how he was threatened in high school by a bunch of gang members and was bussed to a school in Beverly Hills for me to notice. Anyway, what was I going to do? Sue them for $8? The ridiculous part about it is it's my own fault for assuming the checking account was free. Ironically, I opened this account with Well's Fargo, because Chase kept charging me a $1 fee on my Visa card. I mean, I get the feeling that banks are basically doing their best to nickel and dime me. Who is going to sue over $8? Or $1? I have to admit, it's kind of brilliant. They can basically steal money without any repercussions. Anyway, so I closed the account. And found a pen next to the teller winder that wasn't tied down, and earlier today my brother gave me $6 to drop off some Scuba gear for him. So basically, I paid $2 for a pen I found today. Check out the picture of it. Nice pen, huh?
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So I went outside to feed the cats today. One of the cats, Shinobi, is mine. Well, he used to be my cat, then was adopted by my mom, and now he's back to being my cat because I moved back in with my mom. Anyway, I talked to him a bit about the "Bardo Thodol" aka "The Tibetan Book of the Dead" aka "The after-death experiences on the Bardo plane", and whether or not he was capable of "self-reflection". He of course didn't say much, but he was refusing to eat. I couldn't figure out why, he was just sitting there, staring at the plate of food. I had never seen him act this way, and I thought maybe it was because he was afraid of the air conditioner that the plates were next to. So I told him that the air conditioner wasn't dangerous, and I touched it. He looked at me, but he wasn't convinced. I told him I appreciated his concern, then I figured he would eat as soon as he realized that the air conditioner wasn't really a problem. So I went inside, and he followed me in. I did some stuff in the kitchen, and by the time I was done, he was back at the door, wanting to go outside again. So I opened the door, and he stands on the concrete step in the back, next to the door. Like he's waiting for something. So, I figure he will probably eat if the plate is on the stone step. So I go outside, and put the plate on the stone step, and sure enough he starts to eat it. I thought this was kind of strange. I mean, is my cat communicating with me? Was sitting on the stone step his way of asking for the food to be placed on the stone step?
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