*recognizable marks [Liam]
ok, so it's not exactly a scar, but...
i do have a recognizable mark on my forehead now.
i was totally just in the upstairs hallway, minding my own business and navigating through complete darkness with my catlike reflexes when i banged my forehead on something with the full momentum of my body behind the hit. it actually reverberated in my jaw, and i probably needed like 5 seconds or more just to figure out what had happened, followed by another 5 to figure out what the fuck i had plowed into. i checked my face in the mirror and there was already like a ring-shaped lump.
further investigation revealed that in fact i had been walking down the middle of the hallway, but that a right side double door had been closed and bolted with the other open. the result was an insidiously unavoidable hazard directly in my path along the center line of said hallway. I went back and looked, and I actually left some skin on the edge of the door.
on a completely unrelated note (really, this has nothing to do with me wandering around the house in the dark and hitting my head), 42 Below Vodka is an excellent product. It is among the best vodkas I've ever tried, along with Precis and Stoli Elit (the Russian KGB Spetnaz Ninja of vodkas, more on that to come).
42 Below is really smooth and it has a definite sweet, drinkable flavor to it. According to the website, it goes through 35 individual filters (before the final filter that is your liver). Big ups to Lester/Bob for employing the Brita method, but this is the next level hotness right here.
In other news, I bought my very first e-book tonight. It's a thriller by Greg Rucka called "A Fistful of Rain." I can already tell this whole e-book thing is going to be something of an addiction for me... the idea of being able to read without looking away from my precious computer screen holds incredible promise for me, my lack of self-sufficiency and my impending "gamer booty" physique. I mean it's like fucking 3 am right now and I just bought a book I wanted to read, without so much as putting on socks. I am blown away. In addition, I have to admit seeing all kinds of fancy adobe things happening on my screen to prepare me for this new media functionality was totally exciting compared to whatever else I would be doing on a thursday at 3 in the morning. If everything works out ok I will be able to intergrate reading my new book into designing ads for pet products and photoshopping hideous cellulite out of pictures nobody's mom should ever be in, and nobody will be the wiser.
There is undoubtedly some kind of outro that will bring all of this together, but I'm going to opt to pass out instead.
Nite.
i do have a recognizable mark on my forehead now.
i was totally just in the upstairs hallway, minding my own business and navigating through complete darkness with my catlike reflexes when i banged my forehead on something with the full momentum of my body behind the hit. it actually reverberated in my jaw, and i probably needed like 5 seconds or more just to figure out what had happened, followed by another 5 to figure out what the fuck i had plowed into. i checked my face in the mirror and there was already like a ring-shaped lump.
further investigation revealed that in fact i had been walking down the middle of the hallway, but that a right side double door had been closed and bolted with the other open. the result was an insidiously unavoidable hazard directly in my path along the center line of said hallway. I went back and looked, and I actually left some skin on the edge of the door.
on a completely unrelated note (really, this has nothing to do with me wandering around the house in the dark and hitting my head), 42 Below Vodka is an excellent product. It is among the best vodkas I've ever tried, along with Precis and Stoli Elit (the Russian KGB Spetnaz Ninja of vodkas, more on that to come).
42 Below is really smooth and it has a definite sweet, drinkable flavor to it. According to the website, it goes through 35 individual filters (before the final filter that is your liver). Big ups to Lester/Bob for employing the Brita method, but this is the next level hotness right here.
In other news, I bought my very first e-book tonight. It's a thriller by Greg Rucka called "A Fistful of Rain." I can already tell this whole e-book thing is going to be something of an addiction for me... the idea of being able to read without looking away from my precious computer screen holds incredible promise for me, my lack of self-sufficiency and my impending "gamer booty" physique. I mean it's like fucking 3 am right now and I just bought a book I wanted to read, without so much as putting on socks. I am blown away. In addition, I have to admit seeing all kinds of fancy adobe things happening on my screen to prepare me for this new media functionality was totally exciting compared to whatever else I would be doing on a thursday at 3 in the morning. If everything works out ok I will be able to intergrate reading my new book into designing ads for pet products and photoshopping hideous cellulite out of pictures nobody's mom should ever be in, and nobody will be the wiser.
There is undoubtedly some kind of outro that will bring all of this together, but I'm going to opt to pass out instead.
Nite.
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