I have a 36 mile commute to work, and it took 1 hour, 25 minutes for me to get there on Monday. I was massively late, and so agitated I almost blew a hole in the side of my brain.
The next two days I tested alternate routes, and both were only slightly better.
I’ve lived in Atlanta and Los Angeles County, and this place is just as bad. Not because of the number of cars on the road, but because of “construction.” Continuous, unceasing “construction…”
My blood pressure is spiking, just thinking about it. I feel like going to Target, and throwing haymakers at complete strangers. …I almost said Wal-Mart, but I’d probably get my ass kicked in there.
I’m fairly confident I could take the average Target shopper, though.
A few days ago our cable service stopped working on the Big Ass Television (BAT). Well, to be more precise, all channels above 13 stopped working… Just downstairs, though; the TV in the living room was somehow unaffected.
Fearing the worst, we (Toney) called Comcast. And they tried to fix it remotely, which didn’t work. So, they said they’d have to send someone out.
We haven’t experienced too many bumps in the road since Adelphia went away; Comcast has been shockingly reliable, with both TV and internet. But I know how these outfits operate… I figured we’d have to wait a week before they had an opening, and got pissed in advance.
But they said, “How’s 8 AM tomorrow morning work for you?” I couldn’t believe it. I realize it’s not fashionable to praise your cable company, but Comcast has been great. Expensive, but great.
And while I prefer cheap but great (the Clive Bull full-show podcast), or even free and great (WordPress), I’ll gladly settle for expensive but great (Comcast). Ya know?
What would you list in those three categories? Do you have one for each? Use the comments section to bring us up to date.
I know I’m jinxing myself, and being completely foolish here, but it’s already July and we haven’t had to use any of the Soviet humbox air conditioners yet. All twenty of them (or whatever) are still stacked in the basement. It’s been an unusually mild summer, and I’ll take it. In fact, it’s a little chilly right now. How great is that?
But, of course, now that I’ve spoken about it, all hell will break loose. Within days it’ll be as if we’re living deep inside Ernest Borgnine’s butt crack.
Yes, it’s best to keep some thoughts to ourselves.
Wanna see something strange? Why, of course you do. My friend Tim mailed me a brochure a few days ago, advertising Ripley’s Aquarium in the Smoky Mountains, and their new summer exhibit. Check it out.
Tim included a post-it note with the following written on it: “Come one! Come all!! See the little babies as they struggle for each breath.”
Is that some weird shit, or what? What will they have next year? Polio victims? The Lighter Side of Dementia? People who communicate through a microphone pressed to a neck hole?
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
And Brad sent me a funny link a few nights ago. This one. I thought some of you might get a kick out of “Ryan Jensen’s” impressive accomplishment.
Do you have any scars? My knees are all jacked-up from various childhood shenanigans. And I have a scar on the pointer finger on my left hand, from an old paper route injury. But that’s all I have to offer, I’m ashamed to admit. What about you?
…Yes, scars. That’s what it’s come to. Do we have a problem?
This month’s Best Beer of All-Time: Stone Brewing IPA. God, I wish I had one right now. They’re nothing short of fantastic. Indeed, it’s the Best Beer of All-Time (July).
I’m not very good at doing accents. I start out OK, but always drift Chinese. If I’m trying to imitate an Indian customer service person, for instance, I sound Indian for a few seconds, then lapse into the voice of a ball-busting Chinese man who worked at a laundromat in Greensboro years ago:
“You marrie?! Hahahaha! You nee wife!! You goddamn pathetic. Hahahahaha!!”
Every single time. The man haunts me in my soul…
And I’ll close out this disjointed mess with one more Question: Do you still read a daily newspaper? If so, which one? What sections? What features keep you going back?
I’ve never been a big newspaper reader, I’m afraid. I used to follow the baseball standings, and checked out the box scores, etc. But I don’t even do that much anymore. I get all my info via the internet.
Toney, on the other hand, still reads the paper front to back, like it’s 1978. She knows all the local scuttlebutt, and I know nothing. I envy her focus, but I just can’t do it.
What about you? Do you still read a physical daily paper, made of paper? Tell us about it.
And I’m going to Best Buy now, to purchase the new Wilco album, entitled Wilco (The Album). You guys have yourselves a great weekend.
I’ll see you on Monday.
1st!
Not first!
woohoo 3
Cheap but Great: Amazon.com (referring to the $70 annual fee for “free” two-day shipping)
Free and Great: The WVSR (don’t mean to be a kiss-ass)
Expensive but Great: Whole Foods Market (the closest ones to me are about 20 miles away, and I try to get there at least two or three times a month)
5 on a late post! Great end to the work day!
I have a nice big burn scar on my right calf from the tailpipe of a dirt bike I rode when I was a youngster. It hurt like hell when I got it.
Cheap but great: Yuengling Lager
Free but great: The WVSR
Expensive but great (at least the time I was there): Ruth’s Chris Steak House
Oh, thank God. I’ve been sitting here hitting F5 because I have nothing to do at work today!!!!
I’m listening to the new Wilco album right at this very minute, and enjoying it.
I’ve read the local big-city paper every morning since I was about 13 years old (that’s about 35 years), and never plan to stop. I spend about an hour every Monday through Saturday reading it, and probably two to three hours on Sunday. I can’t imagine starting my day without it. And I honestly think that 35 years of daily newspaper reading has made me a smarter and more knowledgeable person — I have millions of useful and useless scraps of information stored away in the noggin, that I never would have accumulated without the daily paper. No offense to you Jeff, but I kinda look down on people who don’t read a paper every day, ’cause I think they’re purposely missing out on learning about what’s going on in the world. And it’s absolutely impossible to get a similar amount of information from TV and radio. The Internet is better, of course, than TV or radio, especially if one visits a “real” news source every day (like a real newspaper’s web site), but there’s still nothing like sitting down every day for an hour with a newspaper.
I’ve got a several scars on my left leg. Had a major car accident years ago (fell asleep while driving) and shattered my left ankle. Several surgeries later, I now have a cool-looking Frankenstein-type scar running from ankle to knee. There are also some smaller scars from the external fixator that was once used to hold everything together.
Missed it again…damn. Have a great 4th.
top ten? Prolly not by the time I finish.
If thewvsr had a paper edition I might read that. Last time I had a subscription they just piled up. I’m not wired that way. Even when I just get a sunday paper it goes to waste.
Scars, knees from being a kid in the rolling hills of SE Ohio.
Throat from an attack by a mexican near the University of Cincinnati campus
Arm from being broken by Campbell Co. Ky Sheriffs
Left middle finger from grabbing the top of a chain link fence after a tomato fight with my uncle
Right thumb/index finger web from trying to cut open a bagel with a steak knife
Various chicken pox scars.
that’s all I can really remember.
As an aside:
The resources section has inspired me a bit and I bought the podcast studio listed (for $100 bucks). The shitty blog should come by the end of summer.
In between big toe and next toe from stepping on something (god knows what) in the Ohio river
We have the Austin Un-American Spaceman. We had it pared down to weekends only but the Boss O’ Me took advantage of some deal and now we get it daily. That equates to 5 or 6 issues going straight to recycling, still in the plastic wrappers.
I have scars that jingle jangle jingle.
Oh wait, that’s different.
I have scars from 2 laproscopic surgeries in my torso area. Two about an inch or so long, and several “poke holes”.
I used to have a scar on my shin from the same shit that happened to SeanInSac…dirtbike tailpipe burn…but it’s barely visible now. When that thing scabbed over, it looked like I had a beef jerky glued to my shin.
Good Afternoon Surf Reporters…….
I still read our daily local rag, it only takes about 5 minutes. I check out the Obituaries to make sure I’m not in them, then the Police and Fire reports, once again to make sure I’m not in those, either.
I’ll check out the Pittsburgh Post Gazette if a headline catches my eye, but they’re on-line, that’s where I do most of my reading.
.75 goes in the local newspaper vending machine for a Omaha World Herald each and every morning on my way to work.
I cannot hardly wait to get to my desk and start sucking down the java and doing the crossword puzzle. I can easily waste the 1 1/2 hours of the morning using this routine, it’s the rest of the day I have a problem with!
knee surguty scars (3)
barbed wire fence (right thigh)
bicycle crash (right elbow)
bar fights (knuckles)
table saw (left thumb)
left ankle surgery scars (2)
8 or 10 other odds and end cuts or scratch’s that left minor markings
surguty?
Oh, and scars, I missed that!
Scars? Let me tell you about scars….
From the top:
Upper left forehead from pulling a monstrous Zenith black and white TV off of a shaky little stand when I was about 3.
Got about 15 stitches.
Falling down drunk uphill. Stumbling home one night from the bar, thought I’d take a short cut through a vacant lot and up a small hillside. Slipped and my face landed on a sharp pointy stick right below my left eye. Another 2 inches up I would have lost that eye. Bled like a stuck pig, but I didn’t get stitches although in hindsight, I should have. That was also the night I lost one of my shoes on said hillside after I fell.
As I walked home, in the rain(with much difficulty) my footsteps were slap, flop,slap, flop. I decided walking barefoot would be better than one shoe only. So I chucked the other shoe onto the highway.
(HEY! That’s how all those solo shoes show up on the roadsides! Now it all makes sense!)
Got home at 2:30 in the morning, drunk out of my mind, soaking wet, barefoot and bleeding profusely from my face. The wife was not pleased.
Oh, scars, right.
Lower left lip running all the way down to below my chin. Auto accident, ate a steering wheel at 30 mph. Extensive plastic surgery on that one as it had lacerated clear through to the bone, so I basically ripped my lower lip off. That one took about 200 hundred stitches both inside and out.
Left index pointer finger on the pad. Sliced while paring an apple with a pen knife.
Right kneecap. Neat little scare that is perfectly 5 sided. That was from the above mentioned auto accident. When I crashed and went into the steering wheel, the steering column came down and the underside bolt head went into my knee.
And I guess circumcision leaves a scar(does it?) but I’ll leave that one alone.
Cheap but rreat, taking a date to Taco Bell and getting a BJ on the way home.
Free but great, beer from my neighbors fridge.
Expensive but great, Dogfish 90 minute IPA, Jeff you should really try one. IMO it is much better than Stone but it is about $12 bucks a FOUR pack but has enough alchohol to offset the fact that they only give you four.
Have a scar (more like a corner missing) on the end of my finger where I ran it through a router table trying to put a Roman ogee design on it when I was in high school.
got major facial scar from a frozen cow pie fight as teenager with my sister
farm life, got to make your own fun
got gnarley scar from surgery i had when quite young
didn’t walk for almost a year afterward
i hate circumcisions
As the mother of a baby born 3 months before his due date (2lbs, 5oz – and spent 6.5 weeks in the NICU), I’m just hoping that Ripley poster is just really bad joke.
Scars – Cysts removed: one near right knee, one on right shin, one near right elbow, one on upper left arm and one on left shoulder. Scar on bellybutton for laproscopic surgical removal of a tubal pregnancy and have had 2 c-sections (although they cut the same area both times, leaving only one scar).
i put my soviet humbox in last week – it was miserable here for about 2 days, and now it’s back to chilly.
scars – the best one is my knee where it got ripped open by some asshole’s car door when i was biking. i don’t want to see the insides of my joints, i really don’t.
i also got a little one on my middle finger from broken glass. not very traumatic, but it was deep enough to permanently distort my fingerprint.
as a hockey hack, i get a lot more bruises than scars.
oh yeah – my funniest scar is the one on my shin where i got bit…..by a rabbit. seriously. the damn thing calmly walked up to me, bit me in the shin (through my 80’s skintight jeans, no less), then calmly walked away. it was bizarre.
I can only think of three scars, one of which is not too bad. It’s on the top of my left hand, under my index finger near my thumb. Just a small white scar that was left after an idiot in high school who my mom was driving home slammed the car door shut as I was holding the side to get out. The latch that shuts the door instead latched on me, thus leaving this nice scar.
The other two are on my left breast, from three surgeries I’ve had to remove tumors and cysts. First was when I was 16, second 19 and last one 28. They used the same incision twice, hence the two scars. I asked the doc to just take the whole damn thing since I can just buy another at the local market, or whatever, but he refused to do it “because of my age”. Dickwad.
Song playing on iPhone: ‘Bandoleros’ by The Southerners
First! What!!???
Damn you Ryan Jensen!
Still read the paper here – everything except the sports section (shrug). Up until a few years ago, I still had pulse dialing 🙂
Scars – Everybody has them. Emotional and Physical. It is the Emotional scars that hurt the most (sniff).
I was young and vacationing on a lake/pond somewhere in Maine. Whilst getting in to a motorboat, i stepped on a broken bottle that some jackass tossed into the lake/pond. Scar on my left heel.
I was working on a home “project”. I decided to hold a piece of wood in my left hand whilst I drilled a hole in the piece of wood with my right hand. Amazingly, the electric 1/4″ (or was it 3/8″) drill veered off of the piece of wood and hit my left wrist. Scar on my left wrist.
Cheap but great: food in Taiwan
Free but great: The WVSR (right on Joe T)
Expensive but great: the real question is “What is expensive but sucks?”
When in the States, I read the Boston Globe every morning. I cannot begin to describe how much I enjoy that. I think that is where Toney is coming from.
Oh, and by the way, whilst. That’s a great word.
ETW, The “Babies in Incubators” brochure is real. Here’s an article about the exhibit:
http://www.gwinnettcitizen.com/0408/ripleys1.html
Very strange…
http://www.comcrap.com is the URL I often find myself subconsciously typing when I go to pay my monthly bill. Awful, awful company, score a lower “approval rating” than the IRS I read.
Oh yeah, I gots scars:
Right side of forehead: Mom slammed on her brakes in her 1965 Mustang while I was sitting in the back seat. That was before front seats had locks on the and I went sailing into the dash. I was about 4.
Center of throat: Last year’s spinal surgery, which Jeff has Smoking Fish sightings with.
Right knee: one (okay, maybe two) too many Kamikazees, walking across railroad tracks to get to my car in 5 inch fuck me pumps. Heel got stuck in the tracks, I ended up in emergency. Good times.
Strait down my torso: Exploratory surgery when I was 21. Turned out to be my galbladder. I was stapled all the way from my pubic bone to between my tits. My girlfriends snuck a bottle of wine into the hospital, which I happily drank while on Demerol. Throwing up while your entire gut is stapled is not a fun experience. I thought they were gonna have to pick my intestines up off the floor. They did not. The nurses were not amused. Oh, I just remembered – it was Blue Nun!
Right Pinkie: Another alcohol related injury. Stone sober this time. First beer of the day in a pint glass. Started to drop the glass and instead of letting it go, I tried to catch it to keep from spilling the golden elixer. Bad idea. Glass shattered and severed my tendon. Another trip to emergency. Good times.
Cheap but great: San Francisco taco truck food
Free but great: I’m sticking with the WVSR
Expensive but great: Donald Pliner shoes
Happy Thursday, Surfers! Have a great 4th!
(Sorry about the Jorge-length post, but Jeff asked)
Shit, I forgot one!
Top of butt crack: Sitting down on the school bus in high school – I accidently sat down (HARD) on my purse and stabbed myself with a pencil. Yet another trip to the doctor for him to dig the lead out.
Carry on.
The smell and texture of newsprint sends me to the brink of a seizure. Burns the hell out of my mucous membranes. Get all the info I need from the Internets. Besides, the obits are the only local news of interest. Plus, every time I read the local paper, I feel the need to whip out my red pen and send corrections to the editor.
Expensive but great….Tiffany….met her on my trip to Vegas.
Cheap but great….Coors beer
Free and great…..my advice.
Scars…seeing Mom and Dad get along for a couple of days.
Grew up in fear of of an iron lung. Had pretty bad asthma as a kid. ‘Outgrew it’ as they say.
No daily paper for me. It comes from 180 miles away and I don’t care much about recent murders there. Interweb gives me national and the world. CNN, MSNBC, Huffington, tmz, NASA, MLB… to name a few. I like to shop around for my info.
Happy 4th to all. This little village is going to have some great music at the “High Country” ($10 a ticket..we’re so going) and a bombs bursting in air show that always seems to top itsefl. And…we walk to it. Maybe it’s a 1/4 mile. Party and play safe to all…-d
3-inch scar across the back of my right hand where my oldest sister dug her nails into my skin and pulled because I was winning an argument and she didn’t know what else to do. I was about 13, she 16.
2-inch scar above my left knee. Souvenir from when my family took a cruise on the QE2, and my siblings and I were left unattended in the ship’s game room. Argument with sister #2 ensued. Running. Sharp object sticking out of the wall socket. Blood. More running to find my mother. More blood running down my leg onto my lacy socks and patent leather Mary Janes.
1-inch half-moon scar on my left thumbprint. Knife wasn’t sharp enough to cut a bagel, but it WAS sharp enough to cut human flesh. 5 stitches at the po’-college-folks-without-insurance clinic, where my wallet was stolen.
1-inch scar near my right elbow where a mole was removed. The night after the stitches came out, the incision burst open while I was asleep. Didn’t notice til the morning, but by then some surrounding tissue had died.
2-inch scar on my right elbow where I flew over the handlebars of my bike, landing funny-bone-first on the filthy asphalt and making mincemeat of everything down to the bone. Lived in an ass-backwards small town in Taiwan where access to proper medical care was limited. Lucky my arm didn’t necrotize and fall off.
Papers: New York Sunday Times on a rainy Afternoon read slowly over a couple of Pints of Fullers London Pride, laugh at the communist editorials, drool over the real estate section! Scars: after 20 years it’s finally fading, a perfect round burn ring on my left cheek courtesy of my one & only trip to Johannesburg: guy fires gun in air pushes the hot muzzle into my cheek & demands all my money! Guess what? He got every penny! My Company had transferred me there as the new regional Manager at great expense! arrived on Tuesday left on Wednesday! Good Times!!!
Reading the link leads me to believe it will showcase other species and how they incubate their babies – not have actual preemies on display (I would think that would be very medically frowned upon – using human babies).
Trust me, there is nothing “cutesy” about 2 pound babies on respirators.
But, I’m off my soapbox – it seems like it will be animals who have natural instincts when it comes to incubating their young, which actually WOULD be very interesting to see.
Expensive but great: First class upgrade on American Airlines (real food, real blankets, hot cookies)
Cheap but great: Got to be Lager
Free but great: AVG anti-virus– yeah a lot of people complain it doesn’t play well with others but its saves me Norton / Mcaffe money for beer
Scars– I have a few. A real screamer on my right leg about 2 inches above the knee. Fell onto a rock when I was 10. Should of had stitches its nasty.
One on my Index toe(??) right foot dropped a knife – almost severed the tendon, I was 5 months pregnant and ended up in a cast for 2 weeks. Can’t wear flip flops any more
Papers – gotta say no and I work for a newspaper company. My news comes from the web. Exceptions are when I am traveling. News from a new destination always seems a little more interesting. And the free papers they give out by the tube in London.
Greensboro News & Record every single day! I read what captures my attention, but make sure to read the advice column, editorials, and read over the list of names in the obits. I like it first thing in the morning. Used to love the afternoon edition, but that tanked in the 80’s as CNN took America by storm.
Scars on a few digits belonging to the left hand. That’s about it.
Free but Great: WVSR, Fark, and 4Chan/b/
Cheap but Great: eMusic
Expensive but Great: My new iPod touch
Scars: Most faded over time except the one over my left eye. I was a kid visiting my aunt and uncle in Leamington (Ontario). My cousin and I were screwing around in the back yard and I got clocked by the teeter-totter thing on their swing set. All I remember was blood everywhere and my mom (a nurse) coming out the back door with a suture kit clutched in her hand. I didn’t matter how much pain I was in, I knew dammed well she planned on sewing the cut closed without a local, so I ran like hell. By the time they found me the bleeding had stopped, so mom relented on the stitches. To this day, 35 years later, she bitches that “it wouldn’t have scarred if you had just let me give you a couple of stitches”. For the record the excuse tendered for not offering a local was that as a nurse she wasn’t “legally allowed to give a local”, conveniently forgetting that technically she wasn’t allowed to give stitches either.
Newspapers: I don’t read a physical paper anymore, but I do read several on-line editions (Toronto Star, Christian Science Monitor, New York Times, Globe and Mail) daily and I monitor Fark throughout the day.
Wilco is on my “to do list”, but I just downloaded the new Dinosaur Jr. album and it’s fucking awesome.
Yay, number, um 39. Hmm.
I call Comcast Comacast. Their support is only so-so, and thier management suffers from terminal arrogance. Plus, your monthly ‘statement’ will continue to suffer from ‘charge creep’. In other words, expensive will only get more so. And this comes with a nearly shamefully low download speed, compared to most of the rest of the world. I dumped them for Verizon DSL 2 years ago and have never looked back. Good riddance.
On the local front, if you like blues, c’mon up/down/over/out to Wheeling for the annual blues fest. Here’s the link…
http://www.heritagemusicfest.com/
Elvin Bishop, Sonny Landreth, The Fabulous Thunderbirds, what’s not to like? (Disclaimer: no connection, just been to every one of ’em.)
Buzz out
“Pray for whirlled peas; watch out for global worming.”
And I guess circumcision leaves a scar(does it?)
Best Comment of the day!
Knucklehead reminded me of a buttcrack scar. I have one of those too. Mine was from the drainage of a pilonidal cyst. Disgusting.
Free and great: FreeBSD, of course. It’s nice having my computer do as it’s told. That’s obviously a double-edged sword, but still. There is a huge amount of free software out there, and it’s usually superior to the pay-ware. Just sayin’. (Any points for that?)
Cheap and great: I’ll second Swami’s recommendation of Amazon’s “free” shipping. Also have to mention Wegman’s (there’s one in Scranton) – excellent quality produce and meat, low prices on “normal” groceries, “exotic” stuff available at Whole Foods-like prices.
Expensive and great: If you like Stone IPA, try their Ruination Ale or Weyerbacher’s Simcoe. Et cetera. Wegman’s notwithstanding, nobody beats Whole Foods’ chocolate selection. WF also has a huge variety of beer and cheese (two of Nature’s Perfect Foods), although Weg’s is catching up. The E+G category also includes various German cars.
Re: Dogfish 90, it’s a bit much for “just drinking” IMO, especially in the hot weather, but it couldn’t hurt to verify :^) You can also mix it with Dogfish 60 to make a “Dogfish 75”, which is a very good thing.
Not much to offer scar-wise, just a formerly-detached piece of thumb flesh from when I was 10 and my brother and I fought with broomsticks. I also have a piece of graphite (not lead?) embedded in my hand from a similar childhood fight conducted with pencils. I probably have some scar tissue left from where the dog bit my leg when I was bicycling – um, 40 years ago.
I can’t remember the last time I read a real newspaper, but it was probably the Washington Post. I read the Onion and the City Paper now and then. I get the Sunday Smegma, or whatever it is, deposited in my driveway every week – it’s “free” but I didn’t ask for it and can’t make it stop. I get my news from the Inter-Tubes and the car radio.
@Knucklehead – If I recall, Blue Nun is “the delicious white wine that’s correct with any dish”. Or so said the radio commercial.
@Tyrosine – /b/ is not my cup of /t/, but knock yourself out.
@ NDfaninAZ:
“Mine was from the drainage of a pilonidal cyst”
Shit, those are painful as hell. I hope your doctor gave you some sweet drugs following the debridement.
Free but great — the local outdoor concert series that takes place each week after the farmer’s market. You can’t beat sitting outside in the town square on a warm summer evening.
Cheap but great — Trader Joe’s. Not the typical grocery store and they don’t carry a large selection, but what they do have is made from quality ingredients and usually pretty damned good. Not a drop of high fructose corn syrup to be found.
Expensive but great — I second girlgoyle. First class on American Airlines rocks. For international flights, Air France (gasp!) does an excellent job as well. Gourmet food in never-ending supply. All the liquor you care to drink. Each passenger gets his/her own Christian Lacroix PJs to sleep in (and keep, of course). Around bedtime, the flight attendant comes around, opens a storage chest in back of your seat, pulls out a fluffy comforter and full-size pillow in crisp linens, and personally tucks you in. After that kind of treatment, you’ll hate sitting in steerage more than ever.
@Tyrosine
That little procedure sucked worse than getting my gallbladder taken out! Nothing like getting your asscrack cut open, and then the doc tells you to make sure to keep the wound open by packing it with gauze (has to heal from the inside) and sends you on your merry way.
I do believe I got a Vicodin (or equivalent) Rx out of the deal.
The new Wilco album is good (not great like others) but well worth the $12.99 I paid in advance to have it arrive at my door on the first release day!
Free but great: hiking in the woods (in free parks, of course)
Cheap but great: Craigslist (though the “great” part varies by how metropolitan your locale is; rural Ohio, I don’t want any part of your Frankencars and broken Wal-Mart furniture)
Expensive but great: sushi
Scars
forehead: scar from a swing being hucked at my cranium
wrist: scar from my wrist getting caught up in a metal fence as I climbed over it (saw bone on that one, and tetanus shot)
knee: scar from falling on a rock (I received no stitches because it happened at a church camp and the elders thought no medical care would be an ideal punishment for running where I wasn’t supposed to….fuckers)
thigh: embedded pencil lead….which appears to be a light motif here among Surf Reporters
left index finger: I accidentally cut off the pad with a box cutter; it was very painfully reattached with multiple stitches and still looks ornery to this day
abdomen: a few scars from two miserable operations; there will be more, eventually
Uh, I think totally JCIII wins the Scar Off, though.
I don’t have any pencil lead in me.
I feel left out 🙁
Scars… my most recent scar is from shingles. I thought shingles was an “old people disease”, until I got it a few weeks ago right after my 29th birthday. Apparently you can also get it when you’re really stressed out.
The worst part? Shingles is treated with Valtrex (the genital herpes medication), and I had to give the prescription to the hot pharmacist at the local Walgreens. That sucked.
Expensive but great: Good beer.
Cheap but great: Jerk chicken plate at Eats, here in Atlanta.
Free but great: Comcast cable internet, since Comcast still doesn’t charge me for internet access for some reason. That’s a long story that I’ll save for another day…