Back to work again today, but not until after a trip to the dentist. It’s a toss-up as to which is worse – work, or the dentist – but at least my dental date is at 8:00. I really hate waiting around to go (it’s kind of like being on death row – except you know a pardon is out of the question), so it’s much better to get it out of the way first thing. Plus I get to stay home a half hour longer. Still, I’m not really looking forward to the pain (aint got time for the pain).
Speaking of pain, here’s something from the “ouch” files.
Virginia Tech left guard Greg Nosal…postpon[ed] the reattachment of a torn-off tip of his left pinkie to keep playing.
…Nosal lost the finger tip when it got caught between two helmets in the first half Saturday against Central Michigan. After a brief search, team doctors found the severed piece inside his glove and determined that it could be reattached.
They gave 6-foot-6, 293-pound reshirt junior the option to do it right then or have the tip put on ice.
He chose going back in the game, received some pain medication and went back in.
The finger tip was reattached in the fourth quarter, after the pain medication had started to wear off and when the Hokies were substituting liberally in a 45-21 victory.
Ouch.
“Hey, where’d your finger go?”
“Beats me, dude. Did you look in my glove?”
“Oh, yeah, there it is. Let me put that sucker on ice for ya.”
A family in the Buffalo area has had a Jesusy painting behind the sofa for 30 years or so. Turns out, it appears to be a lost Michelangelo – worth perhaps as much as $300 million. Damn, that would be nice. Anybody know if da Vinci ever painted dogs playing poker?
Apple has decided to trademark the rather stupid catch phrase, “There’s an App for That.” I’m getting awfully tired of Apple, but, like politics, it’s all about the marketing, and you can’t argue with that. They ought to trademark, “my fucking wireless connection dropped out again” (as the one on my MacBook Pro does constantly – while I’m doing nothing more than sitting in one spot on the couch). Or maybe, “Christ, I’m sick of that stupid spinning pinwheel.” Or how about, “Why doesn’t the stupid red X close the freakin’ program down instead of leaving it running in the background.”
Well, I reckon I’d better go make myself some breakfast so I can hose out my mouth and make it presentable for the dentist.
It’s 7:20 AM. I’m awake and about to start working. Things have been really screwed up this year. I’ll enjoy the paycheck though.
PJ, all my sympathies about the dentist. I just got one of those little postcards saying it’s time to get a dental check-up. I’m going to ignore it for a while.
I missed my morning class again. This time on purpose. Yesterday it was so nice not being there I just had to.
Last night it began to rain and then it began to hail. The hail was so loud on the roof that I thought something was breaking. It drowned the sound of the TV. It covered the sidewalks, the cars and the street. Some of it was the size of a marble and some the size of a gumball. Then it stopped and streams of water ran down the street and apparently into some basements, though not mine. This morning leaves covered every bit of the sidewalks and streets.