Feb 29, 2000: As I furiously try to scan in about 60,000 things sent to me the week before, I pick up a new letter at the post office.

Oh, the wonderful looks you get when the clerk realizes that

  1. The return address is the same as the addressee's
  2. That the thing has some funky stamps and odd fonts
  3. That this is not the *first* time you are picking up such a weird ass package
I'm lucky he didn't ask ...

  • The envelope
  • The message
  • The photo (it was too big.. I had to scan each half and reassemble it in Photoshop)
    Piccie is Westminster Palace (Houses of Parliament) again, 4.30 on the clock.  
    Eeek, that's some scan job!