Spruce it up

Friday, February 6th, 2009

Check out what my lovely wife got me!

Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock!!

I (short) rounded out my Indiana Jones Mighty Muggs collection, and added them to the office at work.

So of course, I ordered a few blank Muggs to make customs... working on some designs now!

I'll have more soon.

And I made a couple new posters for my wall. Propaganda and Berserker robot!

This has been a long tiring week. I expect to get a lot more done next week - see ya soon.

Splinter attack!

Friday, February 20th, 2009

Last week, I made about 4 days worth of chicken, in different flavors.

Last night, we had Japanese class again.

The bathroom in the "learning annex" is SUPER skeevy. I am always so disheartened to see the signage that needs to tell people to behave like civilized human beings. Sadly, this sigh did not discourage some nameless "student" from pooping in a urinal. Lisa and I had a short conversation about that one on the way home... a musing, if you will - how do you poop in a urinal and not get it all over the place/yourself? People are crazy.

So later last night (technically this morning around 1am), I lugged my tired ass upstairs to grab the humidifier chamber for the cpap, to take back downstairs to fill with distilled water. Since I was tired, I must have been grabbing the banister a little tighter than usual. Suddenly, I yelped - a splinter had tagged my hand, and it hurt a LOT more than a splinter usually does. Blearily, I looked at my hand as I made it to the kitchen, to see a large dark spot in the fatty part of the hand between my fingers. I thought it was a short triangular nub of wood, and squeezed the area, coaxing it upwards enough to grab with my fingers (on my other hand). Imagine my horror as a DAGGER of wood slid free, wetly, from the core of my hand meat! I was so freaked I pinched it a little too tightly and broke the wood (as you can see above), reinforcing the fact that this old piece of timber could have easily sheared off on the way out, leaving a sizable chunk behind, deep inside my hand. Ooh lord, this was a doozie.

I of course grabbed my camera - I needed to convey how frakking big this was.

In the two minutes it took from removal to this photo above, the area started puffing up. I noticed I couldn't really make a fist easily, as it hurt too much.

It hindered my ability to give the banister a proper (and well deserved) middle finger as well... OUCH.

So today it remains puffy and really really tender, in a spot that I feel constantly. Finger movement, fist-making, gripping, you name it... a dull ache or a sharp pain awaits all of them! At least it wasn't an X-Acto cut.