i told you i was hardcore.

i've got a lot of other things that i should be doing, so i'll do this instead. i haven't done it in a while, and there are stories to tell. first, i'll start with this, it happened a while ago:

girly-girl stabbed herself something fierce. i'm at work, and girly-girl is making us dinner, i'm just about to come home, and i get a call, and she's freaking out, crying, screaming on the phone "i've cut myself, i got to go to the emergency room now!". and i of course panic and drive like a moron across town to the e.r. when i get there, she's doing better, i arrive just as she's entering triage. see, what she had done is... she's making guacamole, and she's removing the pit from an avacado. she's seen this trick on the teevee, where you pop the knife into the pit, and it sticks and you pull it out. only, they use the big knife, the one with weight and power and manuverability. she's got the paring knife, little and squirrelly, and she slips and she puts that thing right into her hand. wait, better, right through her hand. straight in the upper palm between the first and middle finger, and out the other side between the knuckles. and when they finally go in to clean that baby through and through, it looks like this:



a little mess of stitches in the palm and a couple on top for good measure. it looked painful, but it's healed up pretty good, and there's no musculature damage or pain or loss of movement or nerves. but it's a hell of a stigmata. and it's a good reminder to respect the good knives. and it was a nice precursor to pain, because in a few short days after that episode, she had all four wisdom teeth removed. and i have pictures of the aftermath of that, but i'm not going to post them because i love her so. it ain't pretty. pretty funny, but not pretty. she swole up bad. but she did get good pills. and it was a good thing, because i was going to need them. why? because shortly after that, she was leaving me, abandoning me for a month long european vacation.

which is partially why i've not done squat here in a long time. it's not been a particularly inspiring time. i don't particularly feel talking about it, so i'll muse random.

how many of these modern rock bands have the sack to admit that they were more influenced by the fixx than they were by joy division?

fireworks get old quickly.

if you were kenny lay, and knew you were likely going to prison, would you eat a double cheeseburger at every meal? i think i might.

how do you know when it's time to get a new wallet? does the money have to fall out of it?

you know how i make it look so good? clean livin'.

nu-era baseball caps are so worn out, i can't even handle it.

shouldn't james brown really be dead by now?

i used to think that sarajevo might be a cool place to live. i don't know, it still might be, but for some reason i doubt it.

my dog has a cut on ear and i seriously don't know what to do about it. chalk up another reason not to have kids. they say you get the instinct for it, but i say better safe then sorry.

the market for records on ebay has taken a dump, just when i really need to unload some stuff. so awesome, being me.

"china" by china is a really cool song, but a total bitch to google.

my computer totally locked up on me a couple of days ago, gave me quite a scare seeing that it's just a month or two out of warranty. i was sure it was down for the count, and i was sure they'd charge me an arm and leg just to look at it. destitution turned to inspiration, i dug around in it's guts and fixed it. didn't cost me a thing either. it was one of the few sun-glistens on an otherwise steaming pile of a week, and you know why? yep, you guessed it: clean livin'.