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We went to a place that, I suspect, caters to a much younger clientele: the walls were covered in selfies, as they have a service that allows you to take a pic and send it to their printer and then tape the result up on the wall.
What they serve is a half a cup of cream and some sweet material minced up on top of a cryogenic surface, then scraped with a spackle knife to form a curled-up chunk of demi-ice-cream, and stuck in a bucket.
The spoon changes color as it gets cold.
The result is delicious but ridiculously expensive for what you get.


I found this little diorama of railroad hardware when walking along the tracks today.


Monty has entirely too many feet. No wonder she sleeps all the time: her feet smell like sleepiness.


The collection of railroad spikes people leave on my desk continues to grow.