You know those Medeco keys that are all expensive and highly secure? They evidently fail to be as structurally sound as one might like. There is presently a good chunk of one wedged deep in the lock on the front door of my apartment building. The rest of said key remains uselessly on my key chain. This presents certain logistical difficulties, such as not being able to go outside and then come back in. As a thought experiment, try combining this concept with, say, not owning any food.
Visitors are, thus, welcome.
Spiffy-keen, one could say, were one so inclined. This recent key madness notwithstanding, the week in Waterloo with denizsarikaya and sfllaw was most welcome. We variously share a wide range of semi-overlapping eclectic interests, and an affinity for understated humour and bad puns, such that coming home on the train, a random passenger said it was great to hear such camaraderie from us. I guess this means he was either continually blinded by our wit, or he wished we would all just shut up already. In retrospect, I should have asked for clarification.
The Well Traveled Cheesecake
Attention Waterloovians! Sneak into the staff lounge on the 2nd floor of the CECS building, open the fridge, locate the foil-wrapped pumpkin cheesecake, and please enjoy responsibly. It has been forgotten enough times. Somebody needs to eat it.
The Well Traveled Tripod
After my accident in England, and my subsequent purchase of a new tripod, I received mail from TfL saying that they had found my old one, and would mail it back to me for a mere £24.87 sterling. I cobbled together a money order, mostly out of curiosity, sent it off, and have now received a letter saying no no, we can't accept that kind of money order. It is now unclear whether I should bother figuring out exactly what it is they want.