According to the info, this pic is of the keys to a wine cellar in France. And while I know we're not to
judge a book by its cover, I think you can judge a wine cellar by how freakin' old the keys are, so my
guess is that the contents of said wine cellar in France has got to be excellent.
So I was on Facebook the other day, reading up on the latest exploits of various friends and relatives (which is pretty much what I think everyone does on Facebook, but I digress,) when I saw this photo pop up on my News Feed:
And after I took a moment to recognize that, yes, that actually was a stroke of brilliance that I wish had been mine, I began thinking about keys and keychains and, well, that brings us today's post which is full of things like this:
Okay, well maybe not entirely full of conveniences made awesome by Lego, but definitely full of keychains.
Besides, like I could resist posting a stormtrooper keychain. I am such a sucker for that white-clad army composed of Jango Fett clones and I don't even care.
I'm posting this plush trilobite keychain for two reasons:
- It reminds me of one of my sisters (not that they look alike or anything--far from it--but I seem to recall that she had a trilobite fossil back in the day,) and
- For a fossilized beastie, this actually rather cute. Although I am willing to bet trilobites didn't come in Wolverine colors, but whatever.
To my mind, there's no molecule better suited for keychaindom than serotonin. And if you've ever found your keys after having torn apart the entire neighborhood, still couldn't find them and then became thoroughly convinced that they were completely and utterly lost for all time, you can't really argue with my logic on this one.
And just so I can end this post on a hat-related note, here's a keychain featuring Jayne Cobb's cunning little hat:
And on that note, see you Friday!