nibot | (no subject)

I have on several occassions inadvertently left my bicycle resting against a post in the quadrangle of Motel Sequoyah, completely mobile and insecure, for days at a time. Then I return and recall vaguely leaving it there while going on some errand "real quick".

But neglect a tripod for a few minutes, and off it hobbles on its three little legs.

Put up signs, "LOST TRIPOD, responds to ..." Okay, it doesn't have a name.