
Hmm… a charge for “safety deposit box” on her bank statement? Interesting. With all the stuff I threw away when cleaning up her house, it’s amazing I managed to find the key. We visited the bank this morning to see what riches lay in store…

Hmm… a charge for “safety deposit box” on her bank statement? Interesting. With all the stuff I threw away when cleaning up her house, it’s amazing I managed to find the key. We visited the bank this morning to see what riches lay in store…

I crossed the border twice yesterday. I don’t ever seem to have a problem getting asked a bunch of questions any more. I came up with a technique. First, I have the radio playing moderate rock music as I pull up to the kiosk. (Yesterday it was the Sheepdogs). This is turned off as I roll down my window a little further. The important part is to face the guard and remove my sunglasses just before handing over the passport. Then? Eye contact. Unbroken, unflinching eye contact. Until they drop their eyes.




Back to Black is one of my favorite records of the current century. Deep sigh.

They never got Batman just right. I was watching the trailer for the new film and once again wishing that Batman could move and speak like he does in the comics (or in my 7yr old brain).

Great Uncle Lobster having the time of his life.

Self portrait with partial face.

“Is there anybody dying around here?”