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Elon Musk has cultivated a reputation as a quirky guy. His girlfriend apparently shares his desire to be viewed as, well, different than normal people. Claire Elise Boucher changed her name to Grimes but goes by “C.” She and Musk just had a baby who they named X Æ A-12, but they had to change it to X Æ A-Xii because the oppressive white male patriarchy state of California, apparently, does not allow numerals to be used in a name. Like, whatever, dude.
Ms. Boucher/Grimes/C is known as a singer, but she paints as well. Her latest art exhibition is notable for two reasons. First, it is being done completely online. Second, because Ms. Boucher/Grimes/C is selling not only paintings, but also a portion of her soul. She has listed an unspecified percentage of her soul for $10 million, or best offer. So I, naturally, called my accountant. I was curious about the tax implications of such a sale.
Her soul is not a tangible asset, like a car or a house. It’s not exactly capital gains. Is it intellectual property, like a patent or something? How would the buyer depreciate her soul (and his investment) over time? Fascinating stuff.
And people say accounting is boring.
My accountant, however, didn’t seem as fascinated by my questions as I was. Instead, for some reason, he kept asking me if I thought it might be a good idea to cut back on my alcohol intake. What alcohol has to do with the tax implications of soul-selling, I have no idea. His mind does tend to wander about, a bit. I feel bad for him.
But my point, as best as I can recall, is that the story of Elon, C, X Æ A-Xii, C’s soul, and C’s tax accountant would normally strike me as a bit odd. But recently, with everything that’s going on, it struck me as odd that all this did not strike me as particularly odd.
Either these are strange times, or the bourbon is finally starting to work. I’m not sure which it is. I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Like, whatever, dude.Published in