In another shocking case of procrastination I have put off writing about my foot injury so long that it’s actually been healed for some time now. But I’ll see if I can relay the events properly.

So the backstory is this. I had a piece of picture frame glass in my room for the Jenn project frame and despite my best efforts to hide it from them, the maid broke it when she was vacuuming. Since I don’t really know how to dispose of a large piece of broken glass I just set it on top of the trash can when I went to bed. Thinking to myself “I really have to remember that tomorrow”. So flash forward to tomorrow morning. I groggily drag ass into the shower, somehow missing my clear death trap on the way by the trashcan. After the shower I come back into my room. That’s when it happens. I can remember it in almost slow motion. My towel grazes the edge of the broken glass, spinning it a little, a pointy piece then sticks me in the leg causing me to jerk away. That motion sends the piece off the top of the trashcan. It rotates and somehow slowly falls with the most pointy part landing directly in the top of my foot… and just sticks there, balanced in my foot.

That’s when I let out my best Ned Flanders Scream, which Jesse thought was me in the shower when cold water hit me and Greg thought I would have kept screaming if I was really hurt. I sort of just sat there looking at it, in shock. Then I pulled the gross thing out and sat it down… ugughgughhaghgaboogity. Still gives me the heebies thinking about it. I just sat there thinking of what to do about it. I put a black shirt under my foot to soak up all the blood. Just like the trailer for SAW 2 said, “Oh yes, there will be blood”. I really didn’t want to go to the hospital, I thought maybe I should. But I live by the Ferris Bueller code, emergency room = less fun than work. So I tried to go to work. I limped my way into the office, but after explaining that I got stabbed in the foot to probably 10 different people I decided that it wasn’t that funny and took the rest of the day off to seek medical attention.

Apparently Urgent Care in Vienna doesn’t take Kaiser so I drove over to the Penderbrook Kaiser building. They usually don’t take walk-ins but I looked like a confused young man who might have stigmata. So the doctor took a few minutes and cleaned me up and gave me 4 stitches. Not that impressive but still better than one! It’s healed up nicely now, I’m pretty lucky I didn’t sever a tendon or anything. So at least I’ve got that going for Me.

Later!

just like ppl who don’t understand ‘no turn on red signs’ WHEN PEDESTRIANS PRESENT!

having an argument about the def of fickle

never throw away an old toothbrush

ashley simpson is on the cover and has a 6 page layout in blender. But her cd is rated a 2

every time I talk to eric it has to include ‘but I’m a vegan’ when I talk to black people a similar situation does not occur.

people who call famous people they don’t know by their real names’ bob deniro, larry fishburn

smart people with a full head of hair vs balding smart people. Viewed as successful? Einstien?

“like a day where your undershirt is bigger than the over and your shoes keep coming untied”

I can’t read the word hospice without thinking of ‘HO SPICE’

seems like religious people are more apt to grow full beards?

Medical deformaties really kill the mood

if I can’t regive the ring cause she didn’t want it. She didn’t want me either

all I do all day is think in logic. Then wheb I get home I act/think so irrationally?

Sometimes I hate rap music that glorifies violence

the dumbass in the cube next to me just blurts out quotes so tht you’ll think he’s cool. But everyone is too old to get it and I think he’s a dumbass.

I hate to judge music, whenever I do I look like an asshat. But I just don’t listen to certain types of music… very much. I’ll let a country song pass through my brain every once in a while. When “The Postal Service” comes up on the playlist I don’t always skip it. I really like their song “Such Great Heights” but only when I’m in a certain mood, A depressed mood. But unfortunatley I’m not depressed very much.

I have a hard time listening to something that when you sing along with it you feel like you’re putting in more effort than the preformers. I’m a laid back kind of guy, I don’t mind relaxing but this kind of music makes me feel like I’m in a coma… on Lunestra.. and drunk. I don’t even know how to catergorize it. Apparentley I’m not the only one. here’s some of the catergories that Amazon users put it into.

Whoever labeled this band “dance” is an idiot. The only dance that I could see you doing to this song/band would be a gently swaying like kelp underwater. NO, less movement than that, like kelp on the beach. Really I don’t think I could ever listen to one (specific) type of music all the time. Not that I think everyone else does. Honestly I just don’t understand people that focus on this type of music. Don’t they ever want to scream? Or jump around? I listen to some pretty toned down music, but every once in a while I need to ROCK. To get the blood flowing. To remind myself that I’m alive.

Indie-tronic-electro-pop-core sounds too much like my every day life feels. I need music to make me feel better. Not the same. Who wants to be the same? You know who wanted to be the same… Nazi’s.

Later!

I’ve been out of the loop in the digital printing market for… scratch that. I’ve never printed anything besides from my inkjet printer. But my current and long overdue Jenn project requires me to print the image bigger than 8×11. So I tried to find a place with a large format digital printer. After abandoning that quest I just went to Kinkos.

I tried once before but the fonts weren’t embedded in the file and I gave up. But this time I was armed with a PDF of the image and a rudimentary knowledge of what I was talking about. So the weird guy behind the counter loaded up the image on the computer, had me check to see if it was all right, and then sent the job to the printer. I walked around for about for a while and then came back to pick up the job. Success… crap. Looks like their heads are see through, but it was my fault so I paid for it and left. Seems that the process they use to print the image prints everything else first and then the black lines last. Which would be a good idea if the ink were opaque. So round two involved me going through my file and reworking some things, darkening others, and giving all black areas a white backer. Mostly just a pain in the ass. But it was a learning experience. So I sent it to them over the Internet and picked it up at the store. Not a bad process if you ask me. It wasn’t perfect… but nothing about this project has been, so I think it’s nearing completion. Just have to assemble it tonight!

later!

I think there is definitely a case for a male version of PMS. I always knew that I went through waves of hunger every month. Sometimes I can go from 8am to 6pm without eating a bite. Mostly when I’m hard at work doing something. But other times I just can’t stop eating. Recently I’ve been heading towards the Pacman-eat everything in sight phase. That’s kind of why I wrote that I needed to go on a diet. But I weighed myself this morning, 226. Still a lardass, but down from the 235 that I weighed last month. But I’m still not playing beerpong during the week.

Later!

For me that’s going to involve not playing beerpong on weekdays. That should cut out some unwanted calories. Also maybe getting out and walking around would help. And not going to Fudruckers after 8 ever.

Later, Fatass.