perfidy

Clayton Cramer is blogging a good series on how to manage your personal finances, based on his experiences. Now, I'm no financial wizard. My net worth right now is equivalent to a Zagnut and a cup of diner coffee. But, since I now am also responsible for Goodwife Two-Cents, and hope someday to be responsible for Increase Two-Cents, Mercy Two-Cents, and Fight-the-good-fight-of-faith Two-Cents, I need to get my Little Commonweal in order. As far as I can see, Cramer's series is full of practical advice and simple explanations of concepts that might help me do that. Good for me, as I have the internet attention span of a five-year-old.

The series parts are here, here, here, and in four more places that are linked from part III, so I shan't belabor the point. Besides, it's Friday afternoon and I need to get home so I can go to Target in our shitheap Pontiac. There's a section in the Cramer guide called "Cars: The Monkey On Your Budget Back." It really spoke to me, like the Beatles spoke to Charles Manson. Except not as murdery.