I'm filling out my H-1b form, which is the check that I am not some sort of bad person, I suppose, for American immigration. It's 21 pages long, and asks questions about things like where my grandparents were born, and what there citizenship was (even Mum's super genealogical database couldn't answer that one for sure).
There's several questions about bad things I might have done. I'm going to work on the assumption that most of those either (a) haven't been discovered, or (b) were discovered so long ago that the records have been lost, due to the efficiency of our public service computer system.
It asked for any distinguishing marks. As Frank Zappa once put it "One of my legs is shorter than the other, and both of my feets too long."
Friday, May 19, 2006
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