I’m interrupting “9 for ’09″ here to report that I have now had my fingerprints taken for the FBI to run a check on me.
That sounds ominous and “dude, what did he get caught doing?”-y. But now I’m going to take the bad-boy-glamorous shine off it.
This is actually a requirement during the process of becoming a citizen of the United States.
Interestingly, this is also a requirement during the process of procuring for oneself a green card. Four years and change ago, I drove to the same place and had my hands manhandled by the same people, but apparently my fingerprints have somehow changed during the intervening time.
It’s all part of my nefarious plot, you see. I change my fingerprints every couple of years so that I can keep getting away with stuff. It’s lengthy, and painful, but it’s so rewarding.