Has anything of interest happened to you recently?

long ago, voidburger started following me on twitter and i was really happy.
then i tried explaining it to the bf and he was like "who" and it totally popped my happy bubble.

(more effort to get rid of drunk typos!)

Who?

I think he (she?) is one of the LPers on SA. Did some pretty good Silent Hill LP's, and the occasional co-commentary stint.

...I spend waaay too much time reading SA's LP Archive.

She is pretty cool, man. Pretty darn cool.

Funny thing? I originally typed the post as 'she' but then I started doubting my memory... I need to trust my gut more often. But yes, she is indeed pretty darn cool.

I had a meal at VoidBurger once.

Afterwards I felt empty inside.

My (embarrassing) thing of interest that happened to me lately:
Last night I herped and I derped and I sliced a chunk of skin off my finger. To make it worse, I wasn't even using the knife in question at the time. It was just sitting there on the side of the sink, and somehow I managed to flail my hand into it, or something. Good god, do I feel like an idiot. And now this future scar will serve as a reminder of my amazing inability to remain unscathed in the general vicinity of sharp objects.
Proof of my shame:

Sedrine, to be perfectly fair, I have...at least five scars on four fingers from a variety of stupid kitchen incidents. And two more on my right hand and wrist. You have a while to go before that level of derpitude. :)

It wasn't the first incident, but yeah, I am lucky in that all my injuries tend to be fairly minor. I used to work in a deli, so we used those electric food slicer things daily. Despite many close calls I managed to not sever any fingers. Which is amazing considering how klutzy (and probably careless) I seem to be.

I cut my hand on a cheese grater once so badly that it required seven stitches. WOOOOOOO.

Excellent, glad to be wrong on this!

If you eat one while inside a Bag of Holding, you and everything you carry will be instantly transported to the astral plane and lost. Fair warning.

I have yet to cut myself with a knife.

When I was in high school, I was demonstrating (sarcastically) how to pick up a glass from my desk for my stupid little brother and in doing so SMASHED the class into my left hand, which caused a LOT of damage. I ended up having to have over 20 or so stiches accross various wounds, still bear one nasty jagged scar just under my pinky, and to this day (about 18 years later) my left pinky is always slightly tingly, doesn't bend all the way without the aid of the neighboring finger, and actually looks smaller and weaker than the right hand pinky. Good times!

Update: They're sending me a new one. Crossing my fingers that it gets here in a timely fashion, there's only barely 7 business days between now and our departure date.

Ah, good, I couldn't get the link from my phone when I read your other post last night, but it's always worth checking here as well, in case there is other stuff like that floating around from years past (probably something to do before you leave CA):

http://www.sco.ca.gov/upd.html

My three year old told me today that he wants a purple balloon for christmas. The sheer, innocent cuteness of that moment almost killed me. I think someone may have been chopping onions near me right then...

<squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee>

My doorknob was made of glass, now it is made of painshards.

WHY WOULD SOMEONE MAKE A GLASS DOORKNOB WTF

It's an apt I didn't buy this shit but srsly less blood from lefty would be good

REAL MEN TEARS OPENLY NO FUCKS ERRY TIME

But now all I can think of is Harold and the Purple Crayon and I miss being young and all, warts and all. Could be worse!

At least I've stopped leaking.

And now, for the benefit of all (including me) also posting for the nows.

I didn't have any actual dishwasher soap so I put some of the sink soap (the kind you use for washing dishes by hand) in with a load of dishes and now I have a kitchen full of bubbles.

eta: this was a bad decision.

http://www.cleaninginstitute.org/clean_living/dishwasher_faqs.aspx

and

Been there, done that, ruined the T-shirt. Hope it was fun-smelling soap, at least!

The yellow pepper seems to approve.

Bubble fight!

I'm glad you pointed that out, because it caused me to scroll back up and laugh at the yellow pepper's "Fuck. YES." pose. <3


So my best beloved presented me my second birthday present (it took forever to ship, it seems). He got me a new set of dice for D&D. They are pink and gold and I can already hear our DM whining they're hard to read but he can go to hell, I have pink dice.

Every time I read that book to my kid, it amazes me that no one* on the Internet has taken the whole book, scanned it, and stitched together the whole thing into one long image.

*To my knowledge, I haven't found one despite searching.

I did that once when I was in college. ONCE.

I had to drain all the water and suds out of the thing, so I pulled the innards out a network cable and siphoned it into a pot on the floor. For a brief moment I felt like a low-rent MacGuyver.

I think you're not truly an adult until you make that mistake yourself, or witness it. I was lucky enough to have been a naive teenager at the time I did it and I didn't even have to clean it up because I was obviously too incompetent at that point to do anything correctly.

Emergency planning meeting called at work. Boss yells for me and our three assistant directors.

"Nute! We have our Christmas party tomorrow! Use that Rain Man brain of yours and find me a loophole in the personnel manual that lets us have alcohol!"

"Section 401.2 states that any employee who is impaired by alcohol during work hours or at an official function can be reprimanded or fired. Technically it only says 'impaired by', not that alcohol is forbidden..."

"Nute, you are a goddamn genius. Back in your hole!"

One time I got a bottle of Thai chili oil as a gift, and decided to use it to stir-fry with, in a tiny kitchen that had poor ventilation.

About twenty minutes later, my roommate and I are out on the back porch spraying ourselves in the face with the garden hose. "You asshole, did you just make tear gas in a wok?" "I don't know, maybe?"

Yeah I specifically heard Mr. Yellow do the AWW YISS! And Mr. Green is waving my candy thermometer as some kind of rallying flag. FREE THE BUBBLES

(I love chili peppers, that's my kitchen's decor "theme".)

I would have went with "Notice that is says 'can be', not 'must be'."

Hangover. Again.

Girl was collapsing on the Bway Laffy subway platform, literally layin on the floor with a nice dress and pearls, motherfuckers just wandering by. Stopped, asked if she needed help, ran to station personnel and had paramedics summoned.

Couldn't wait for them to show so I stopped someone else getting off a train, explained shit, introduced them (people won't ditch one someone sick they've been introduced to) and made new person stay while I got on (missed my train, this one was ten or fifteen later). Gonna be forty late for work because missing train means missing bus, if my boss complains I'll fucking gouge his eyes out.

WHY THE FUCK DO I ALWAYS SEEM TO BE THE ONE DOING THIS?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE OTHER PEOPLE ON THIS SHIT?! WHY DON'T WE HAVE MANDATORY CLASSES ON DEALING WITH MEDICAL EMERGENCIES IN HIGH SCHOOL? SHIT AIN'T COMPLICATED AND WOULD SAVE A LOT OF LIVES GODDAMN.

If my first train hadn't been late I wouldn't have noticed her before getting on. Meanwhile people were literally streaming around her as they got off trains. It's just like, fuck, STOP ASK AND ASSIST SHITBIRDS. Literally lowest common denominator level of helping we're talking about, not anything like CPR or bleeding or choking or broken bones or anything, just collapse and nausea.

ANGRY.

DARK SOULS

So about 20 minutes ago a guy driving down the street flipped his car into a ditch on the opposite side of the street. Mr. A witnessed it as it happened, and I heard it out the windows. I ran over to make sure no one was hurt, but the guy was able to climb out of the vehicle on his own and walk around. His dog was spooked but otherwise she seemed fine too.

Crazy stuff man.

I can't help but imagine the uniformed individual chilling on the bumper of the emergency vehicle has in his left hand, just out of range of the camera, propped up on his knee, an ice cold 40 ouncer.

They finally towed the car out of the ditch. The side it landed on looked fine, no big dents or scratches. There's definitely damage to the underside though, it was leaking gas.

Dude is lucky as shit, he was apparently going pretty fast. Apparently he was mumbling something about he just got the car back from the mechanic to get an alignment and it was driving funny, but the person who was following him said it looked like he fell asleep at the wheel. We don't live that far down the road, maybe half a mile or so, so it would've been really quick for him to have fallen asleep after turning onto the road.

The road starts about a half a mile from where he wrecked. It would've been less than a minute between where he turned onto the road and him allegedly falling asleep and wrecking.