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Image:Paris Old Metro Signboard
Originally uploaded by pedrosimoes7. CC licence: Attribution 2.0 Generic

I spent my recent trip to Chile at work in a maintenance shop in an open pit mine. My work can send me almost anyplace on the planet. There is the possibility of ending up in Greece, Croatia, or Guinea. There is also equal likelihood of ending up in a very small town in Illinois or Minnesota. Some of our trip itineraries look like the the doted-line-on-a-map montage from an adventure film. However once we end up where we are going, work is work, and a shop is a shop and there is little time to sightsee.
However I took a lot of pictures, enough to gain the moniker "paparazzi" from the local guys we were working with. I tried to take pictures of everything I ate, at the request of Mr. Smith, however the formality of working lunches and business meetings made this difficult. I did however eat very well, and got to sample a lot of typical local food. Pastel de choclo, Pisco Sours, and Cazuela de pollo (left) made this trip very comfortable. 
DragonCon is the best and largest science fiction/fantasy/pop culture/awesome convention known to mortal fans. The end of February marks the longest time between these events, and I have dubbed this long, dark time between conventions "Draco Symstice."
For the last two months I have been receiving anonymous "stuff on my cat" postcards from around the world. They are addressed to "Dr Haggis," my online handle, but arriving to my home. Not a lot of people know both. I have questioned all the usual suspects, and all have pled ignorant.
"The image of you standing atop Mt. Rushmore in your coonskin cap has been scared into my retinas like a cattle brand. I know we were seconds away from being nabbed by agents from half a dozen organizations with initials, but why did you jump off Lincoln's noggin with the diamonds?
You left me there to be tackled by a stout man from the ATF and a lovely woman from the FWS. They still write me, but do you?"

