Identity Crisis
Yup: skittledog as barcode.
For clocking-in purposes at work.
I find myself with an urge to push it under a barcode scanner in a shop to see what kind of grocery I am (and how much I cost).
posted by skittledog @ 7:55 pm
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Transgenic!
Just don't be jumping insane heights and going on heat every so often, ok?
Oh, do scan it at a store. We all want to know.
Um. Being an honest kind of person, I wouldn't dream of printing that out and using it to break into your place of work.
Really.
I've often wodered what would happen if I swiped my bank card in the door lock system at work. Would it charge me to enter?
Oh, that's not the safety system - that's just the time-booking system. If you want to clock in and work as me, you're more than welcome to.
So...*stares hard at barcode*...what kind of mutant squirrel am I? And is it altered by the toothmarks? (I seem to find a plastic card, hung on a string around my neck, to be an eminently chewable item. These days I take it off and sit it on my desk as soon as I get in...)
Next they will implant a chip in thy fumbs, yes?
I chew them too.
Such thumbs they are, who could resist?
I know a guy who got the barcode of a 38c packet of chips tattooed on his arm. My grandmother sais he should have got something that was worth more.
Good point. I fetch around $1.6 million, I'll have you know.
barely resisting to print the code and see what Skit is worth in 'my' workshop. Maybe it will say 'article unknown'?
I have a plastic card too (a bit like a credit card) to count the time at my work place.
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