Bizzare Injuries

Last night I managed to do the impossible. I injured myself in the most unusual way I've ever heard of. I actually managed to throat myself with the vacuum cleaner.

You heard me right, I throated myself with the vacuum cleaner.

Horray for bending the laws of possible reality! Ok, so it went down like this. I was out of smokes and wanted to run to the store to pick up another pack. I knew that my backpack was in the closet so without turning the light on, I reached in to grab the backpack. It was about 1:30am, so it was really pretty dark as the only light was the monitor on my laptop. What I failed to see was the handle of the vacuum cleaner as it is black. It impacted right on the left of my voicebox hard enough to knock the wind out of me. After making sure it didn't do any permanent damage, I sniffled for a bit and then went and got my smokes.

So in case anyone is wondering, no, nobody throat punched me, I did it to myself.

Oh! I also started playing this game that Jim got. It's called Aion. Apparently it's China's answer to WoW. I know I'm pathetic, but their character creation process is pretty neat and my character is nauseously adorable. :)

And now that I've revealed my sad and pathetic dorkdom... yeah, I'm going to go hide. I've spent so much time complaining about WoW, but at least this game has something WoW doesn't... a timer. After a few hours, it won't allow you to get xp or level anymore. It actually tells you to go do something else for at least 5 hours before it will let you play again. I like that... you can't blow your life away playing the game. Nice, go China!

Universal Advice

When you wake up in the morning and your first thought it "Shit happens." Take the universe's advice, roll over, and pull the blanket over your head. It is now time to take a mulligan with the day and wait for tomorrow.

*sigh*

So far I've bonked my head, coughed milk all over my computer, spilled a soda on the carpet, barked my shin, and have had my sinuses going ballistic due to allergies. Considering I've only been awake two hours, that's fucking impressive. And for my next trick ladies and gentlemen, I shall fall down the fucking stairs. Gods I hope not.

Oh yeah, before I forget, thank you ever so very very much Jim for the minor surgery kit that you gave me. I got to use it today to cut the palm of my hand open and pull out the very tiny piece of gravel that I missed yesterday. Remarkably, my hand feels tons better now that I've done that.

Life Lessons

Today I learned several very important things. One of them made me very happy, the other however, made me very very sad.

First off, there's been a lot of stuff going on lately. We did a lot of work at the site. Which is coming along nicely. Bonnie and Bill painted the hall and though the colors that were chosen were IL Dept of Corrections goldenrod and brown, the job that they did was not only very quick, but really spectacularly painted. We are however now stuck with 17 gal. of goldenrod yellow fucking paint that's going to go in the main room. I think if we get a gallon of Navajo Red stain and hit it with a sponge, it will look awesome. Before I do this however, I fully intend to run a photoshop simulation to see what it will look like. Yes, I will put the picture here so that others can see.

Today I learned that even though the workout machine says 3, it really means 30. So I felt like so much less of a total pussy with my workout. Before, I was kind of sad that my arms were all noodlely after doing fifteen reps with 3 lbs. I feel a whole lot better to know that it was after doing fifteen reps with 30 lbs.

The other thing that I learned today was that motorcycles and gravel roads do not mix. I did alright at first, but I braked too hard or too quick on my last run and dumped myself. Though I tore my hand up a bit, it looks more like I got into a pretty intense bar fight and not like I dumped my bike like a moron. After cleaning it with rubbing alcohol (that sucked beyond all rational thought), I slapped band-aids in place and we headed off to do a bit more work on the site.

From Motorcycle Whoops

From Motorcycle Whoops

The women's bathroom now kinda has toilets. Oh yeah... that's another thing I learned today, 80 year old poop smells really really bad.

Fuck it, now I'm just rambling and hurty... I'm going to bed.

Funny Gamer Shit

So a friend of mine sent me a link to this the other day and I laughed so hard I cried. The really sad thing is that I actually understand everything that was said.



I totally want that on a t-shirt. "Stop crying, Hitler wouldn't dare run a Spelljammer campaign."

ROFL