Prints

What?! (this is not meant to be an expression of shock at the fact of my blogging two days in a row. there is a reason for this event, which will be discussed later -- so as to build suspense.) The US has now decided to fingerprint all ten digits of British tourists upon entry. Oh yes, this is just a superb idea. Showing solidarity and building upon our history of international cooperation. (sarcasm, please) This appears shady and slightly absurd since the so much of FAA security is a comical joke, especially in comparison to flight security here. I was not fingerprinted coming here neither as a tourist nor on the student visa, nor as far as I know were my credit card details and/or email addresses examined before my entry. Well, I did have to stand in an obscenely long line to get through security but at least there were orderly queues instead of the cattle herding experience of customs through, for example, Atlanta, St. Louis or DFW.

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Our second topic today will be the problems of apathy one experiences in the final phases of packing, whether one is packing things for storage in a kind soul's house or packing for a trip. The final phase involves a random selection of items which have either a) not been able to be organised with an earlier section of packing (e.g., binoculars) or b) could have been organised with earlier items but were sadly overlooked (e.g., a book of Elizabethan plays) and which now will be completely unrelated to the objects alongside which they are placed. Resulting lack of OCD inspiration leads one to look to one's blogger account for solace and time-usage purposes.

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For a completely different news item, we have a mouse in our house :) It apparently lives in the kitchen behind the washing machine. Diana hates mice more than any other creature in the world. This is the point where I could point out the usefulness of precious Skimble in this situation, but we are going to try the letting agency first. However, if CPS's treatment of mold on my wall is any indication, we should have a village of mice within a month. Perhaps they could start paying rent.

I wonder when the mold will start to look like Elvis... maybe this will be my next distraction from packing staplers and proof of the Nigerian's plagiarism.