StatisticalOutlier

I'm still thinking about that super skinny house in Tampa with no living room. Now I see why tall skinny houses often have a bedroom on the ground floor, and the main living area one level up--because the garage takes up so much space on the ground floor there's hardly room for anything else. That one in Tampa reminds me of 200-square-foot apartments in New York City, and that's not a good thing when you have more than 200 square feet to work with. Also, the Tampa house had that loooong hallway to get back to the living area, presumably going along the side of the garage. That's an enormous amount of square footage that isn't available for living. Even if they didn't have any dining table at all, that would still be a teeny space for a living room.

She didn't help the stereotype when she said she doesn't compromise. There was a fence on both sides of it, about 3 feet from the structure. And there was a similarly sized lot next door, so is somebody going to slot another house into that, six feet from their house? Although the back of the empty lot opened into the back yard of the next house down, so maybe it belongs to them and won't be built on. Or maybe the people in that house were just spreading their backyard crap that direction until somebody builds in that slot? I thought all their choices were awful. The first house had a closet all along a wall, with shelves and hanging rods, and no doors. Weird. Then those rags substituting for cabinet doors in the kitchen of the house they bought. And a converted garage, although at least it still looks like a garage from the outside, which I appreciate because I've never liked driveways that end in a wall with a window that is obviously a converted a garage. But I don't think there's a window in it, and it looked like there was a playpen set up in the middle. That's where they're going to do most of their hanging out, in a barely converted garage? And was that the house with the filthy carpet that he said didn't need to be replaced. I feel like a total loser because I like carpet, but even I couldn't defend that mess. I suppose it would be a worth a try to have it cleaned, but lord it was gross. He said he was a criminal defense attorney, and she said when they met at the courthouse in Lakeland, he was a public defender. So I'm gathering he was working for the public defender's office, and is now in private practice.

He said he's a "clinical sleep education coordinator."

You know those small apartment complexes that have two rows of apartments perpendicular to the street, facing each other across a common walkway/courtyard? Like eight or ten apartments, total? I've always thought it would be fun to live in one of those with my friends occupying all the units. You could stay holed up in your apartment sometimes or all the time, or if you wanted to socialize you leave your door open or present yourself outside to see if anybody else is wanting the same. Interestingly, I was looking up my parents' previous addresses recently, and the apartment they lived in in the 1940s, when they first moved to the town they settled in, was in one of those complexes. It's decrepit now, but it has some architectural elements that make me think it was probably pretty cute back then. Which makes me wonder if there's always been something subliminal about my attraction to those complexes, although I don't remember either one of them ever talking about it--I found the address in a census. Anyway, it's probably all bogus. Like how riding the bus always seems like a great idea, until I actual do it.

I was gonna say "me too" but realized you said you have gray hair at the roots. How does that work? Or, wait. Are you joking? The gray hair you have is whatever has grown out since the last time it was dyed? Sorry for my confusion. But I'm 66, too. I've never dyed my hair and I have very little gray hair, just barely sprinkled around. I actually like them because my hair is dark brown, and the gray ones add little shiny strands here and there that reflect the light. I think they look cool. He does absolutely nothing for me, but I've never liked men with large heads. Plus I like my men un-tampered with and there's something about him that doesn't look natural. I also don't care for intentional stubble. I look at the women and see myself as a member of that cohort. But Gerry seems too old for me. Maybe it's the big head. Or the hairdo. But then I think, "Does he look 80 or older?" No. "Does he look 60 or younger?" No. So it's very confusing. He just "reads" old to me, somehow. Her name is Renee and her bio says she was a member of the Honey Bears cheerleading squad. I looked it up and they were the Chicago Bears cheerleaders until the mid-1980s, and it turns out they wore track suits instead of hot pants when the weather was cold. I'm guessing Gerry might actually remember that. I wonder if the male fans expressed displeasure when the Honey Bears put on enough clothes to not get frostbite. And, surprise surprise. Her Amazon bio (she has two self-published books) says she is, among other things, an actress. Sigh. As far as I could tell, he thought Aunt Chippy (first I've ever heard of her, btw) was a real contestant, too, and greeted her warmly. And I have to say Aunt Chippy looks fantastic for 84. I love that they put Jesse Palmer's age on his chyron. As much disrespect as I have for this show, sometimes they're pretty funny.

I got my umpteenth Moderna vaccine two days ago (no other shot at the same time). The shot was at 2:00 and I felt fine until the evening, when I got really tired. The next day I went to Pilates in the morning just fine, but got tired and shivery later in the day and for the rest of the evening. It's now today and I slept late but seem to be more or less normal now--at the 48-hour mark. I will say that I hate getting shots and always look away and breathe deeply, and I barely even noticed this one went in. The girl was trying to put a bandaid on and I couldn't help her tell where the shot was because it was if it never happened. (I know shots are different, but I'd kill to have that kind of shot when I get fillings in my teeth.) Also, back to contacts--I have a different brand in each eye. It started because the kind I've worn for a while started feeling scratchy on one eye, but the different one we were trying didn't feel great on my other eye. So it's Brand A in one eye and Brand B in the other. No big deal. And now my prescriptions have converged somewhat, plus multifocal contacts aren't all that great to begin with, so it's not super obvious if I have the wrong one in my eye, and by the time I swap them out I can't remember what I was seeing before, to compare. But I noticed that there is tiny writing on the lenses. (Yet another advantage of being near-sighted enough that super close vision is excellent.) The contact that goes in my left eye has a little bitty 5 near the edge, and the one that goes in my right eye says CIBA near the edge. I thought the "5" had to do with the power, because it was a -5.something, but my new one is a -4.something and still has the 5. Since it's not the power that dictates what's written on the edge and it's therefore likely to be the same writing on all or most lenses by a given company, I'm going to stick to having a different brand in each eye so I can easily check to see if I've got them in the right eye. FTR, this never happened until I got old, even though back in the day markings on my contacts case for left-right weren't anywhere near as obvious as they are now.

It was just as awesome as I'd hoped, and well worth two hours in the car. The picture was fantastic and the sound was spectacular. Sorry, University of Chicago, but this digital version blows your 35mm out of the water. It's just masterful how they incrementally built the number of performers on stage. It worked perfectly. Plus everybody up there was so happy. We barely even talked on the drive home because we were kind of dumbstruck. And such nostalgia! If I didn't know better, I'd think the clothes in the 1980s were cute (and now that I think about it the big suit wasn't all that much bigger than regular clothes back then 😀). And what a joy to see an audience experiencing the concert instead of just a sea of phone screens. All you saw in shots from behind the audience was silhouettes of their heads while they were dancing. It was pretty much a perfect experience. Plus the theater is right next door to the only Schlotzsky' in Illinois. Can't ask for much more than that.

Now this is a concert movie. In my area there are some IMAX screenings for a couple more days, and regular screens continue after that. I'm gonna make the hour-long drive tomorrow to see the big suit really big. The last time I saw it was about 15 years ago, on 35mm, which has its charms when it comes to authenticity, but old film prints can't help but be old film prints. This should be awesome. And speaking of the big suit, here's a funny promo:

It's my ears and my nose that hurt when I wear glasses. Last time around, I didn't even look in the mirror when trying on glasses because I resolved that the only consideration would be if they fit. I got some that had small lenses (I'm not doing bifocal glasses), paid for the ultra thin or whatever, and the frame is just a thin metal piece that goes only along the top, and thin metal ear pieces. I have a weird shaped head. It's narrow down low and bulges out about 1/3 of the way up. The bulge is vastly more significant in the back (I call it my Nefertiti head) but does extend over my ears, resulting in a protruding ridge about 3/4" above my ears. Right this minute, I have reading glasses on at an acute angle because the ear pieces are perched about 1-1/2" above my ears, where my head is bigger and kind of flat, so the pressure from the ear pieces is spread out some. If I put the ear pieces lower, they slot into the valley between the ridge and my ears BUT the ridge continues around behind my ears, such that the ear pieces nestled in the valley above my ears actually touch my head only at a high point behind my ears. It starts hurting in no time. Plus, maybe my ears are extra close to my head? If I put these plastic drugstore glasses curving around my ears where they belong, the part of my ear where it attaches to my head at nose level gets pressed out by the ear pieces. On my distance glasses, the ear piece is thin enough metal that it doesn't do that. Yay. As for the nose, I'm not sure why it hurts so much. The glasses I have now have nose pieces, which I've always liked better than using just the frame as a nose piece. The nose part gets a lot of work because the only place the glasses are touching the rest of my head is that high point behind my ears. So glasses are held on by pressing on a high point behind my ears, and on my nose, and nowhere else. I just tested my reading glasses. If I have the ear pieces way high up on the side of my head, the glasses don't bother my nose at all. If I lower them to above my ears where they belong, as I said, they press my ears out, which I might could handle, but this configuration puts pressure on my nose. All of this is why I put up with multifocal contacts that don't work great for either distance or close vision. So I have to use reading glasses to read anything other than large labels, and that gets into the horrible racket they make when I put them on and off constantly and they clack against my hearing aids. (Oh, I forgot about my different-height ears. With these most recent glasses, I was getting them fitted when I picked them up, and just invisibly rolled my eyes when the lady was doing the preliminary adjustments by setting them on the counter and working to get them nice and even. I suppose it's a good starting point? Because that's nowhere near the final result.)

I remember getting some contacts with "mid" add. A while back I scanned all the eye prescriptions I had lying around and put them in a directory called "Rx for eyes," I guess as documentation of my odyssey. But it came in handy because in 2010, I got Acuvue for Presbyopia with mid-add on one eye and hi-add on the other. I think those were my first multifocal contacts. I named that scan "Rx 2010-06-28 contacts bifocal did not like.pdf" for what that's worth. 😀 (I bristled when Windows came around and you could use longer file names than in DOS because I got along fine with DOS conventions, but I've obviously embraced the change.) If it's not too personal, what is your distance correction? I've always wondered if there's a level at which getting distance and close at the same time in a multifocal contact is problematic, and at which monovision would be impossible. My dominant eye peaked at -5.75 when I was 40, and is now -4.75, and I've actually tried using just that one contact in the house, and no way, no how. I know the brain takes time to adjust to things like that, but it seemed like a really big ask. In contrast, Mr. Outlier uses a -1.00 contact in his dominant eye when he mountainbikes or goes to the movies, and he loves it. He used to use the -1.00 in both eyes when he rode his bike, but he couldn't read the printed trail maps (or now, the maps on his phone). So he went to just one and it's just right for riding, and good enough for the movies. If he's driving to the trails, he has the contact in, but if he's driving around any other time, he doesn't use it. So his eyes are actually fine on their own, but the one contact makes things better. Which makes me wonder if the people who successfully use monovision contacts, or are really happy with multifocal contacts, don't need significant amounts of correction.

I wear multifocal contacts just so I can function, like not mistaking laundry detergent for dishwasher detergent. If I need to actually read something, I have to use reading glasses over the contacts. But if I take off all contacts and glasses, I could perform microsurgery. I love being able to do that, and have noticed that as I'm getting older, my super-close vision is falling off a bit and I don't like it. It might coincide with my distance vision getting slightly better every few years--I've never been able to get an eye doctor to be interested in what I go through trying to see and explaining what's going on. However the only things I can do well with no glasses or contacts are sew (machine or hand) and read up close. And when I'm sewing, the only thing I can see is what's up real close; if I want to find the scissors on the table past the machine, I have to get up and lay my face down close to find them. I remember being young and having the sewing machine set up about 5 feet in front of the TV and I could sew and watch TV at the same time. I miss those days. It's all ultimately rather annoying but I'm not looking forward to cataract surgery because I'm so squeamish about eyes I can't even look at photos of them. Eyes, that is. I can't even think about cataract surgery, or even lasik. And I'm not liking this whole pick-your-lens thing. I'm scared of making the wrong choice, plus I have a friend who got a bum lens and he's been having issues for years trying to get it fixed (including having a replacement lens put in that also doesn't work right), after a lifetime of never needing anything but drugstore reading glasses. He's miserable. My greatest fear is that I one day can't wear contacts any more. I hate hate hate hate hate wearing glasses. They just don't fit my face (or my different-height ears), and hurt like hell 30 minutes of putting them on. Every pair I've ever had. I didn't need glasses until I was 22 years old, and for about a year wore them only when driving, and then went to contacts. Mad props to the optician who got me in them, considering my squeamishness. I remember telling him I didn't now how I would ever be able to touch my eye and he used his finger and went tap tap tap on his eye, saying, "It's nothing!" Well, he was a family friend and I knew he had a glass eye. So I didn't fall for it. But he showed me how to do it so I didn't see the contact coming, and one-handed to boot, which has come in handy a few times over the years. Mr. Outlier never needed glasses until he was like 50 years old and developed slight near-sightedness. The lady at the eye place was teaching him how to put contacts in and it made me want to throw up; I couldn't take watching him aim that contact right for the middle of his eye. Nobody has ever said anything about cataracts to me, and I wonder about something. I've heard that exposure to UV light can lead to cataracts, and for the last however many years my contacts have had UV blockers or protection or whatever in them. I literally never leave the house without wearing contacts, and I wonder if that might have provided me some protection. I hope so, anyway. No, I don't hope so. I know so. I've always been a big fan of placebos, and I'm going to run with this one.

From what I know of writers, they feel compelled to write, and do it even if they're not assured what they write will ever see the light of day, never mind reach an audience, never mind reach an approving audience. And they often choose to toil in isolation. It doesn't sound like you fit that profile, so choosing to step away from it for a while might give you a chance to evaluate your enjoyment of it. If you do it for accolades, good luck--plenty of people are finding out what a horrible life it is to chase likes on the internet. Most people change as they get older. I used to love skiing so much I couch-surfed for two different winters just so I could ski every day. Then a few years later, I realized that if I never skied again, that would be okay with me. I didn't see that coming. I've skied only very occasionally since then, always for just one day because it was convenient, and I had a good time but when I was finished that day, I'd think, "If this is the last day I ever ski, that's okay." It bugs me sometimes when I'm around people who really love it, because I miss loving it. But I don't miss actually doing it nearly as much--if I did, I would make the effort to do it more often. What changed? I have no idea. But I accept it and take action to make it as palatable as possible--for example, I don't live in a ski town because I don't want to surround myself with people who love skiing like I used to. (Plus it's cold and I couldn't afford it anyway.) I don't know how fanfic accounts work, but can you just not go on the site and turn off notifications or whatever? That way you can avoid any possible regrets and you can feel empowered when you choose not to go on the site because you know you don't like the way it makes you feel. I've never been all that enthralled with scenery, and imagine my surprise when my sister said that an upcoming trip she was taking to Iceland probably wasn't a good fit because she likes towns rather than natural wonder type scenery. I'm exactly the same way, yet we have three brothers who are keen appreciators of scenery. What an odd thing to have in common with each other, and the opposite of the other siblings. And probably most people in general. I've never liked hiking; it just seems rather pointless. When I was living in the mountains, people would say, "I'm going to go hike Bear Creek today" and I'd think, "Haven't you been there before?" When Mr. Outlier and I were at Glacier National Park, he tricked me by telling me were going to walk to see a glacier. The "walk" was on a foot trail up to a glacier over five miles away, plus the return. He didn't use the word "hike" until it was over. 😀 I don't hate that we went. But the most memorable part to me was when we walked through a bunch of mountain sheep, and the rams were butting each other with their horns. It made the coolest sound. But the grandeur? It was mountains, and I've seen lots of mountains. In fact, I've seen Mount Denali but I can't remember if it was shrouded in clouds like it usually is, or if we got lucky. Fortunately, it doesn't really make any difference to me one way or the other--there are plenty of beautiful photos I can look at if so inclined. Even if groundwatchers accept their lot, you should still feel sorry for us--we used to have a big advantage because we were the ones who were always finding money on the ground, but now that nobody carries money any more, the only thing we see is those god damn plastic tooth-flosser things everywhere.

This is in theaters right now, but not a huge release. Now, I don't see a lot of action movies, so I can't really judge this one by those standards, but I thought it was a hoot. Like in the trailer, where Ron Perelman says, "The old guy keeps killing everybody. Everybody." I've always thought I didn't really like Nicolas Cage because I found him so very annoying in Peggy Sue Got Married, but I realized I've really enjoyed what I've seen the last few years: Renfield, The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, Pig. And now The Retirement Plan. I've found out he's fun, not annoying.

I hear ya. I didn't listen to it, either. But the typical irritant is when instead of saying something like "When I was in high school..." someone says "Whenever I was in high school." Or a widow who has been married once says, "Whenever I was married..." It might be regional. If examples didn't leap to your mind, consider yourself lucky.

When I was a freshman in college, I applied to transfer to a different college out of state. I still remember standing in a friend's dorm room opening the acceptance letter and saying, out loud, "Well that was fast." Like return mail fast. My take, however, was that it must not be a very good school. 😀 (Then years later it was identified as one of the "elite" schools caught up in the admissions cheating scandal. 🤣 ) But aside from that, with all due respect, why do you read this person's posts? Or maybe it's completely out of character and she otherwise is a fantastic Facebook denizen and this was a complete surprise (in which case I'd file it under "good information" and quit looking at her posts--I don't need the annoyance (which is why I'm not on Facebook, now that I think about it)).

Well, you laugh but they could use this at Popeye's. If you fill out a survey your reward is two pieces of chicken and a biscuit for free if you buy a large drink. Several times they charged me for a large drink but gave me a medium cup. It's hard for a customer to glance and tell what a large is vs. a medium, but they label the lids and that's how I started realizing they were getting it wrong. But speaking of Wendy's, I have a plastic bag I've kept my spools of thread in forever. It started life as one of those trash bags places handed out that had a hole in the top so you could hang it from the window crank in your car door. It has instructions on it on how to use the drive-thru. There's a diagram showing an overhead view of the building and a red dashed line going around it, indicating where to drive, ending at an overhead view of a car along the side of the building. It instructs you: - Drive up to the Menu Board and place your order in the speaker. - Pull up to the Pick Up Window--and your order is ready in seconds.

I re-watched the beginning of the Beacon, NY, episode. She's a "middle school science and music teacher by day and a photographer and actor by night." He's a "musical theater conductor and pianist." I can't believe there aren't a million comments about that furniture! Because the blue velvet is the furniture, and not a textile on the furniture. First seen in the living room, in the form of two very tufted very puffy very blue couches. Not what I'd go with, but a valid choice, I suppose. And couches are supposed to be made of fabric. But that bedroom! All of this was completely, and I mean literally completely, covered with blue tufted fabric: two very large dressers, a bedside table, the mirror frame over the dresser, a gigantic headboard, and as if that's not enough some sort of blue tufted bed platform that turns the normal rectangular bed into a round bed, and you have to crawl over it to get into the bed. I thought we'd been transported to Graceland. In fact, I've been to Graceland and I can still say I've never before seen anything like what they had in that bedroom. Even the non-furniture in there was weird: on the dresser were an antique freestanding mirror that hangs on a hook (I had one when I was little, and Mary Tyler Moore has one in her apartment, over by the closet), and a safe. Sitting on the dresser. No other piece of personal property anywhere, other than the TV, and they're probably mad the show was taped before they figured out how to tuft that. (No, wait--I think that's a paper shredder on the floor by the window.) And the bedspread! White, with some lacy inserts that revealed the purple blanket underneath it, I suppose to match the dark gray sheets?? This was right up there with that carpet in a house several years ago that somebody finally figured out is probably made for the arcade area in a bowling alley or movie theater.

Which leads to NLSTP, which I first encountered back in the days of Usenet. It's short for "no longer shopping the Pig," which is long for "dead." So a thread would be titled "Jimmy Buffett NLSTP."

It's bound to be, and that's the only reason I was watching this show at all. Now that they've shown it, I'm out. How in the world is it acceptable for Angela to get that close to someone else's face while screaming at them? I actually wondered what I would do if somebody did that to me. I was thinking I'd walk away, because I'm very much a nonviolent person. But then if they followed me up onto my porch? I can actually see myself punching her in the face. Liz is either performing for a paycheck, or she's a willing victim of the abuse Ed dishes out, and I'm not interested in watching either scenario. Angela is either performing for a paycheck, or she's a disgusting bully with annoying teeth, and I'm not interested in watching either scenario. And I'm insulted, once again, by the people who make this show, with the teaser they showed over and over of Yara telling Jovi how wrong it was for him to bring someone else into her bed. Aaah, intrigue! But it was Angela he brought into Yara's bed--apparently Jovi and Angela got drunk together and came back to the room when Yara was already sleeping. That's very very very different from what they wanted us to believe in the teaser, and these shows are already fictional enough. There might be a reason I go along with that--boredom, interest in watching train wrecks, hate watching. But I draw the line at teasers that make viewers believe Jovi had sex with somebody in Yara's bed while she was gone, when the reality is that Jovi brought Angela to their room when Yara was sleeping. Even if Angela slid her nicotine-stained corpus into the bed, it was with Yara, which is heinous, but not the type of heinous the teaser was designed to make us believe (although it might be arguable which one is actually worse).

This discussion got me curious about how they come up with the jury wheel (the list from which names are randomly drawn to be called for jury duty). The statute governing federal courts says names for the jury wheel come from either voter registration lists or lists of actual voters. https://codes.findlaw.com/us/title-28-judiciary-and-judicial-procedure/28-usc-sect-1863.html However, the statute allows courts to use alternate sources in addition to voting lists, if necessary to achieve a fair cross section of the community where the court convenes. Some use alternate sources, and some don't. (See North Dakota, below.) At the state level, I looked at just a few. In Texas, the jury wheel consists of people who are registered to vote, hold a Texas driver's license, or hold a Texas identification card. https://www.txcourts.gov/about-texas-courts/juror-information/jury-service-in-texas/ California uses DMV and voter lists, and also the list of people who file state income tax returns (Texas doesn't have a state income tax). https://www.courts.ca.gov/documents/Court_and_Community.pdf (I'll note, however, that Los Angeles County's website mentions only DMV and voter lists, and not state tax filers. https://www.lacourt.org/division/jury/JR0015.aspx ) New York state casts a wider net: https://www.nyjuror.gov/juryQandA.shtml#Q2 North Dakota also casts a wide net. It draws its list from the usual DMV and voting lists, but also lists of utility customers, property taxpayers (but interestingly, not income taxpayers), motor vehicle registrations, and tribal registries. https://www.ndlegis.gov/cencode/t27c09-1.pdf As noted above, some federal courts use only voting lists. The District of North Dakota is one of them, even though state courts there go so far as to use lists of utility customers. Here's a law review article arguing that the federal courts in North Dakota should mirror the District of Minnesota's plan, which uses voter lists, DMV lists, and tribal enrollment lists (leaving out the lists of utility customers, property taxpayers, and motor vehicle registrations, that the state of North Dakota uses). https://law.und.edu/_files/docs/ndlr/pdf/issues/95/3/95ndlr605.pdf Finally, I noticed in the federal statute that the Massachusetts District can use something called a "resident list" instead of voter lists. Sure enough, every year, cities and towns in Massachusetts have to compile a list of all residents 17 years old or older. That list, instead of voter or DMV or tax filing lists, is used as the master list for juries in Massachusetts, and indeed, the federal courts there use it, too. https://malegislature.gov/Laws/GeneralLaws/PartIII/TitleII/Chapter234A/Section10 And then we have municipal courts, which I'm sure have methods of their own.

My trial advocacy professor said he'd served on a jury, much to his surprise. Both sides thought the other side would use one of its limited peremptory (no-cause) challenges to strike him, but it turned out neither one did, so onto the jury he went.

I've been all of these three. As a matter of fact, I'm frequently more than one of them at the same time. A drunk child?

Are you talking about that living room furniture that was logs with no padding except maybe a thin cushion on the seat? If so, I also gave it a big old hell no and couldn't imagine why anybody would think that's a comfy setting. Was it pursuant to a theme? (ETA: I only skimmed the episode.)

I've never liked tattoos. The only one I've ever approved of (not that anyone needs my approval, obviously) is a meaningless hot air balloon that a friend had tattooed on the bottom of her foot while drunk in a Mexican border town. Classic story, and invisible to pretty much everyone, but there for her to enjoy if so desired. That is, until now. I think a devil's head tattoo that changes expression when the baby inside moves is awesome.

I read a story about David explaining why he can't set up a gofundme to fix Sheila's house, and it included a couple of his written instagram replies, and I think it would be challenging for a non-native English speaker to understand them: Hello fans people. I know that lots people ask me about gofindme.and sorry I can’t do that because I can’t afford pay tax or irs . And can’t send money to house for sale . Yes I still send to money support Sheila and Sheila family too . And please wait see on tv 📺 show of end episode or season thank you 🙏. and Go fine me can’t send to sale of house money in Cebu City Philippines and too much cost irs https://www.monstersandcritics.com/tv/reality-tv/david-dangerfield-explains-to-90-day-fiance-fans-why-he-cant-do-a-gofundme-to-repair-sheilas-home/ I have a general distaste for gofundme, but if it's going to exist, I have no problem with David getting on the gravy train to fix Sheila's house. If donors don't receive anything in return, and if it's not his employer TLC doing the donating, the money won't be taxable income to David--the donors are making gifts, which aren't taxable (and not deductible by the donor, btw). Somebody here who's on Instagram want to let him know?