Because my actual real-life business is a sole proprietorship ...and I'm a moron ... every year I pay my taxes in one-big-ass-ol'-chunk. Again, I admit, this is an imbecilic way to pay your taxes, but since I don't drink, gamble, or engage in all the occasionally awesome vices beyond really boring ones, it gives me an element of reckless danger that goes beyond the run-of-the-mill well-earned heart disease.
And it also meant that yesterday I wrote myself a bigass check so I could, in turn, write the IRS and the State of Iowa a few smaller checks that were big in and of themselves.
It's a strange feeling to write yourself a check well into the five-figures (it's probably really awesome if you know it isn't going right out the door to someone else). But still, at least I can pay them, which is always a relief, and a feeling of contributing, but especially relief.
I like to blow the check up to look like a really big fake check and then pose with someone as they shake my hand and I have some fake Stephen Colbert-like grin on my face (as opposed to somewhere else). I pretend I'm celebrating winning a golf tournament (well, if it was 1971 or something, five figure checks now are for people who barely made the cut).
Just a picture into my rather banal life.