Frankenfinger:

So you may have heard, you may have seen.... but now you’ll hear... and I don’t even have a cool story.

Right now, the smallest finger on my right hand has ten, yes, ten stitches in it. “What happened?” you may ask... I will tell you.

I would like to tell you that I went hand to hand with a Liger and he only out skilled me with his breeding in the magic arts. As I went to punch it in the spleen, it cast Slow on me, slashed my finger, and fled.

Unfortunately that isn’t the case. Tuesday afternoon, I was putting together a video for our youth group kick off which was going to involve a 25 - foot pudding slide. While putting it together, I got you the second, industrial sized can of pudding and almost severed my right pinky on the lid of the can.

I ran back into the church to wash the pudding out of the wound and get someone to drive me to the hospital or somewhere to get stitched. As I started to walk our to the car, my hearing started to go, my equilibrium off, and my vision was going to white. I was fine once I got in the car.

After an hour of operation, I came out with a monster wound. Ten stitches later and “It’s ALIVE!” Ladies and gentlemen, Frankenfinger:

Conformity:

I hate Blogger's templates. For some reason they just seem really plain and ugly. The only problem is that with the previous template, I did not have the ability to recieve comments. Now I suppose I'll get an idea of who or if anyone visits my site. So comment with extreme prejudice.... and if it's too brutal - I'll go back to the other template!

But on another note, here is Marty as an Oompa Loompa!

Convincing proof:

This posts goes out to all of those who believe that mankind is daily achieving higher heights in intellect. I think we can see the proof that this is definitely not the case. Think about it. Have you seen the warning labels that we have on things? I'm almost surprised that on my ballpoint pen doesn't have a message stating that I should not insert the said pen, point side, into my left and/or right eye with considerable force. A cup of coffee warns you that it is hot. A bag of fertilizer warns you that this is not a granola substitute. Our books of matches warn us that there is a chance that they will start a fire. It almost surprises me that my car does not tell me somewhere that it is highly likely that this vehicle will be traveling at a high rate of speed.

Come on now. I know I could be a little more understand of those who lack uncommon sense (common sense is no longer common, therefore - a more appropriate name is uncommon sense), but I guess I'm not feeling that nice right now. What spurred this blog is something which I marvel at. This is the height of man's intelligence:







Is it just me or did my DVD player not come with instructions on the proper etiquette for rewinding DVDs before returning them to their origin of rental? This IS a real DVD case - I took that picture.