I find myself having shed this habit. I would have preferred not to. I mean the writing habit. Casually browsing this site since its inception I find that the Box itself gets blamed from time to time. For me personally I type in word; it looks the same no matter where it’s going.
There are some practical reasons, some psychological ones and some somewhere in-between. There are bits and pieces of this point in my life that can’t really be shared for reasons I can’t really go into; it makes me a little keyboard shy. Mostly it’s falling out of the habit.
And talking around certain things don’t make much sense, like I meant to go to the Post Office this morning to get a passport, but there’s a thunderstorm happening outside and my tummy feels yucky and there’s grooming to do before taking a passport photo, and none of that speaks to what do I need a passport for. If I go I might tell you when I get back.
When I finally got around to getting a Michigan ID, twenty bucks bought me a license to go into Canada; no background check or anything. Just saying, that’s some hell of a damn border security that is. I mean how many DMV employees know what a real Oregon drivers license versus a fake one looks like; not only did that and a paper birth certificate demonstrate my identity but twenty bucks gave me permission to cross a foreign border. Most of my life you didn’t need a passport to get into Canada, but now you do, unless, apparently, you give MI twenty bucks. I don’t know, maybe all the Border States do that. To get from Detroit to NYC going through Canada shaves at least a hundred miles off the trip. Or, you know, something-something amount of kilometers @.6 to 1.
There has to be some kind of trick in there somewhere, right? Like they take a sample of DNA when you aren’t looking or something. And sure, I know, you’re thinking why the hell should the state of MI care who goes into Canada, they might, however, care who comes back in based on their MI drivers license. I hope that’s not the trick. But, again, not going to Canada in the immediate future.
Hours later. If I read this I won’t post it. The world won’t have lost anything. Standing pee floats pee molecules into the air. This entry is a pee molecule, but, dog-sick as I am I have to pee every now and again to show I was at this tree or that tree.
For the first time ever I took an official photo that doesn’t look like a mug shot. I’m sure I’ll be stopped at some border with a “This looks exactly like you. Must be a forgery.” I still don’t understand the priority or rather hierarchy of what is done efficiently around here and what is done with a clumsiness that looks like sabotage. If the passport doesn’t show up until September --- well, so far it was all pretty efficient. I could have paid to have it expedited and I would have except they only took cash or a check, something to do with the Feds, they did, however, let me buy a money order but only with a debit card. The only reason I even have a bank account is to establish identity. I couldn’t cover the extra sixty with my bank account. It seems a sideways way of doing things. I mean I’d be all smug and shit if they charged me for the money order, but no, I mean it was more a pain in the ass for them and cost them sixty bucks and … you know, shit, that sixty bucks is arbitrary and I’m guessing it all goes at the same speed.
Likely the only reason they don’t do it right there and then is the background check. I mean even if the feds were crazy enough to give the postal service access to FBI or social security data bases, there is no way in hell that Interpol would not to mention, well, any other country. They’d all be like “The Americans have a saying, ‘going postal’ it means losing your shit and shooting up the joint.” Well, the background check and making sure someone stays put and has a stable address.
Wow. Sorry. Again, not going to read this. Posting. See me pee.
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