light duty bitch

That's me, I'm on light duty at work again as of today. I made it for the last ten shifts with no problems, and my shoulder was all good. My last physio appointment was last Thursday. But today, something occured that will no doubt give Manj the inspiration for his next cartoon. Why are they always aboot me getting injured?

Anyways, it's complex, but basically my pallet jack kicked my ass this time. No boxes fell on me, I didn't slip on anything... my pallet jack just fucked my shit up. I was trying to turn, and the wheels were a bit slippery, so I skidded and the brakes kicked in, and the handle we use to steer the machine suddenly jerked to the side. My left thigh happened to be in its path, so it wailed into me, kncoking me right off the jack.

It also fucked my hand up, my left pointing finger knuckle is sprained and I have a gash along the base of my thumb. The medic checked over me, iced me up, and luckily I didn't break anything in my leg. Unluckily for me, however, this means I'm likely reduced to light duty (this all went down at the end of my shift today, like the very ends). And that means I have to be bored, but still hopefully helpful, or contributing somewhat to the EV society.


So fuck, that's the latest injury. In drunken news, this past week I was fairly intoxicated for every night I think. From drunken adventures you've seen the picture of me and Bran crossing weapons, and here's something from another drunken night... just me walking into someone's front lawn and having a little rest.



Also, Crazee Horse made a recent guest appearance, in a curiously dignified yet ultimately hardcore pose.



Also, in my next entry you'll find out why I went on my month-long absence from here, and what brought me back to writing. Should be grand.

homoerotic?

I personally don't find anything of a homosexual nature in this picture. Two topless guys, crossing weapons while intoxicated. Of course I was aboot to kick Bran's ass here, I mean what the fuck would he do with a sword? Poke me? Silly emo Bran. At least he has a sexy cat though.

Just so people know, I do love my new digital camera, that's how I take all these beautiful photos. And it's not going to be the creepy, sneaky Schaap-style pictures of people when they aren't expecting it. Every picture I take has a meaning or a purpose, so remember that! It's not supposed to be creepy or startling, or some such. Not to imply that Schaap is that, but... well yeah.



How kinky. Anyways, I've been off here for almost this entire month, just because I been busy with things. The new weblog is coming along nicely, and I'mf inally off light duty at work. My shoulder got fuckered up... see Manj's entry for amusing illustrations of what he thinks happened back in the day. Fuckin asparagus boxes kicked my ass, so beware of that shit.

Also, I got my latest and greatest tattoo on the 13th or 12th, I forget which. It hurt more than any of my previous three, but here's the before shot:


And the end result:


It looks shitty in that picture though, because this was taken an hour after getting it, so its still all bloody and covered in cream. Remarkably I haven't had anyone take any pictures of it since that day, so I'll hook yall up with a newer shot, now that it's fully healed. Then I can make the fabled 'collage' shot that so many people have been demanding, featuring all four so far.

And a fifth is already in the works, considerably smaller though. Something to fill in the circle inside the star on the back of my left leg. Perhaps another maple leaf, or maybe... I don't know. I'm open to suggestions. Bryce's was the leaf, so that's the best (and only) idea so far.

Then comes the fun part of deciding what to get up the right side of my body...

fuck cereal

Oh, last post was because of teh Bryce, and his comment. Made me realize how long my hibernation was and all, so we're back (again).

I'm pissed off, though, at cereal these days. More specifically, the boxes that promise you some free shit, and then inside there's nothing but a thing you mail in along with three boxtops or whatever, and get your free shitt within four to six weeks. That's fucking lame, I say!

Take my latest box of Honey Nut Cheerios for instance. It says on the box that there's a free top thingy, a little plastic spinner of some kind. So I frantically tear open the box like an ADD child on Christmas Day, and inside I find... nothing. Only a printed part of the inside that's a form, asking me to mail in three UPC's to get the free top. Fuck that!

I got pissed off, and decided to read the tiny print at the bottom of the front of the box, that says it's a mail-in offer. Fucking ghetto weak, I'd say. So that got me pissed off, and I was ready to dismember General Mills and all of their fucking Cheerios. But then I got hungree and made some, and I am once again content.

Still, I miss the days of getting free shit inside. That shitt was fun. I don't want a piece of cardboard to mail away, I want my goddamn top! Fuck!