Recently, my friends Reid and Erin moved to the East Coast. Reid got himself a real job, which also meant he wasn’t on a grad school salary anymore. This means that he had fun mailing me some random packages. Officially they were for Ben, but I wasn’t about to carry the second one home after the first arrived.

See the paper? He sent one box just full of paper. (That was the one I carted home on the bus, after carrying it for 15 minutes across campus.) Then I got this box. I opened it. In it was paper…

a tent fly, tent fly stakes, and a ziploc bag containing the top portion of a dried out cow femur. Just want I needed that Friday.
Ben refuses to accept the femur, because he “gave” it to Reid, telling him of his expectations that it would be displayed anytime we visited. Therefore I guess the femur is mine. Thanks Reid?

Our Sociotechnical Outing

CSST ROCKSYou know you love CSST
Sociotechnical error #404