Kafka would be proud - delta_november
Jun. 7th, 2008
12:10 am - Kafka would be proud
I spent today attempting to export some Controlled Goods (per the Defence Production Act) to Australia. I received my Export Permit weeks ago, and I thought everything would be simple. Then it turns out that I have to have the permit stamped...
It felt like I was playing a live-action version of the classic Traveller adventure Exit Visa. Only I wasn't able to get die-mods from my carousing skill.
First I hiked down to the customs office on Front Street. They didn't have the fancy automatic stamping machine on-hand, and sent me off to the airport. Google Maps lied about the location of the airport customs office, and a good deal of navigation ensued. It's actually tucked in around the hangers in the working side of the complex. Then I had to find the right office. Then the right stamp. Then the right pigeon-hole to put my stamped papers...
I still don't understand why it was all necessary. I get the documents from the government, have them stamped, and give them back to the government. What is this in aid of?
In happier news, this photo amuses me. The white finned object at the back of MSL is its nuclear power supply. Cool, eh?