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And here I was happily thinking that everyone but 13 year old girls hated Dashboard...

What if she's that good of an actor and has everyone fooled?

I'm allllllllll alone.

Adorable blanket.

When do we start to worry if we've heard no word and haven't been refunded? I know it's not that time yet, but...

Just checking my status... I'm guessing something craptacular.

BTW, did anything prior to like... yesterday not have a sleeve? I got one on ebay for cheep like 3 weeks ago that had a little shipping mistake and is on its way now.

I used to say Tom Hanks was my favorite actor, but I really don't own much from him. Still, I've never seen a movie and thought he was anything less than good in it.

I had all those books until the other serieseseseseses popped up, then, being an anal "I have to have everything!" I said fuck it because I was either going to have it all , or give up. I think the first 32 or whatever are still at my father's house.

When I first heard BTMI! a few years ago, it took me only a few seconds to decide I didn't like it. My musical tastes have since gone that direction, and I can't stop listening to them. I had "This is a Singalong" stuck in my head all day while skiing last weekend.

Another? Point me to the old one(s)!

What a great attitude, asking when he'd be able to go back out there. I think I'd have a lot of second-guessing myself as to whether I'd be able to hop back out there after that.

This isn't my injury, but last night I was playing hockey for the intramural league at Syracuse Univ, and we were talking about injuries, inspired by the Zednik incident the other day. Someone on the other team was going without a facemask, something I only do with my friends and other people I know rather than bar-leagues or something. But anyway, we were talking about how even in the intramurals, we didn't think it was a good idea to go no-facemask. Sure enough, about 45 seconds into the game, the kid gets a tooth knocked out and bled pretty bad from the mouth.

Haha... I picked up a handfull of the decks in the airport on my way from Athens back to London while I was abroad to give to people. I was fascinated with how graphic Greek art is.

And if you need some econ help, right here. I'm finishing up my econ degree, and I'm apparently the only person alive that likes micro better than macro. Fuck macro, tho. That's what I say.

The class has probably passed already, but wash your hands and then sit on them in class so you don't touch your face at all, and you're fine.

i probably would have left if i saw this in person. i cannot handle this kind of shit at all. i had a hard enough time reading an article and watching the video where i saw practically nothing. Blood doesn't bother me one bit, but the possibility of him dying in the hallway down to the lockerroom made me feel so terrible. There was a picture on TSN that was taken from the far corner right as he stood back up to skate toward the bench. First, the sheer horror in the faces of every member of the crowd behind him is awful, but the panicked look of near-death in his face is just too much.

I was at the game last night, that was insanity. The entire crowd was horrified, and then after a few minutes of commotion,everyone sat in silence until the PA announcer told us he was stablized and on his way to the hospital. I guess he went into surgery at Buffalo General and is doing well, but that was incredibly scary.

Until getting surgery a couple months ago, I never got stitches because I never wanted to bother with the hospital. I just feel like unless it's life-threatening, I don't want to deal with the healthcare system because it's beyond fucked up. There's a bunch of times I should've gone, though: - I was like 8 and riding my bike, and I don't remember what happened, but I slipped forward off the pedal and my calf slid against it. The sharp grippy things ripped a huge gash down my calf. The scar is about an inch long now, but it was like about half my calf and really deep, but instead of stitches, I had my mom butterfly it for me. - We lowered the basketball net so we could dunk, but there was a bolt that stuck out the front of the big thick bar that those movable nets are on. The one from the base up to the backboard. Well I was on a fast break and went up to dunk and came down with too much momentum and my arm got ripped open on the bolt. Again, needed stitches, but I think I wrapped papertowels around my arm and decided that was good. I have an S-shaped scar that's about 5 inches long on my right inner-forearm. - Again in hockey, I got knocked on my ass after dumping the puck in. It wasn't at all a bad hit, but enough to knock me back. As I landed I had one arm at each side of me to kind of catch the fall, and for some reason I hold my hockey stick so that my left hand pinky isn't really holding it, but sitting on top of the butt-end. I don't know why I do that, but it bit me this time. The whole weight of the stick and all its momentum came down perfectly on my pinky crushing it. It immediately swelled up and the tip is still kind of fat to this day. There was thick goopy blood coming out of my fingernail, and I couldn't bend it for weeks, but what is the hospital going to do for a pinky? So I didn't go. - This last one I should've gone more for legal reasons than the injuries themselves. I can't find the pictures, which I know exist because I had to take them for a lawyer, so I guess I'll just have to explain it. I was in Boston at the end of last summer visiting friends. We went out to a bar in Faneual Hall or whatever the fuck it is, and this fucking douchebag comes gets pissy because I apparently "shoved" him on my way back from the bathroom. Apparently tapping on the shoulder and saying "excuse me" and then making your way through the crowd is shoving. I don't even know where he was, because I didn't shove anyone to take notice, but out of the corner of my eye I see the kid pointing at me and talking in someone else's ear, so I kinda take notice. A minute later, there's three of his friends next to me acting tough, so I ignore them and walk over to the other kid, who immediately starts yelling that I shoved him before I say a word, so I laugh and go "are you kidding me?" and start walking away. The kid sucker punched me, then grabbed my head. I threw myself and him to the floor, because I couldn't do much else, and before I knew it the bouncers threw us out, literally, onto the sidewalk, then I guess they tried to block the door, but 2 of the 3 toughguys squeaked out, and luckily one of my friends did, too. I stood up to turn to the kid so I didn't get blindsided again, but as I stood up, one of the other kids blindsided me instead, hard enough to send me down. The three of them start punching me, then my friend came over and ripped one off and blasted him in the temple, splitting his head open. Someone else jumped on him, and the third kid just let up for some reason, so I stood up, ran over towards my friend and booted the kid that was on top of him right in the face. Before I even finished with the follow through, a cop tackled me, then I look up to see three cops above me, so I give up and roll over, and into the paddy wagon I go. They just happened to be driving by and all they saw was some wrestling and me boot a kid, so only I get arrested, and I'm still serving the probation, 5 AA meetings, and 25 hours of community service that came with my out-of-court settlement for felony assault and battery with a dangerous weapon (my oh-so-dangerous foot). Nevermind my injuries, which included a probably broken nose, a massive wound above my right temple, two black eyes, a cut on my left eye, a bruised right cheek, a fat upper lip and a split lower lip, a massive scrape from the ground on the back of my shoulder, and scrapes all up and down my right side, including knee, elbow, and hip. I was pretty much soaked in blood on my right side, but the police never said "hey, do you need medical attention?" so I toughed it out like an idiot instead of demanding they send me to the hospital to document all the injuries. It's mostly healed except a faint scar above my temple/on the side of my forehead there and a big brown scar on my shoulder. I had plenty of scars on my elbows from countless spills in street hockey (tennis courts aren't the best gripping surface for turning tight in roller blades), so those blend right in. Edit: I don't start fights - ie I never take the first physical action - but I've been in a few because I'm really good at pissing people off. I probably deserved a little bit of the beatdown for past karma, but that night I really didn't do anything. Oh, I knew broke my nose before, but I couldn't remember until now. In 8th grade, this fat daigo was picking on a kid I played hockey with when I was little named Billy. Billy was a cool kid until he put himself in a coma in a bad bike fall, then he came out a little odd. But we were in gym and the fat shit, Anthony, was shitting on him and calling him a retard and the like, so I chimed in by saying something like "who are you to make fun of anyone, fatass?" It shut him up for the moment, so I thought it was over. In the lockerroom later he came up behind me and shoved me into the lockers, so I turned around and unloaded on him, and as someone pulled us apart, I told him I'd kill him if he ever tried something like that again. For like 2 or 3 weeks, he would follow me around and go "let's fight, come on pussy, let's fight" and I was like "that's stupid, I already beat your ass, and it's dumb to schedule a fight." But he eventually got really annoying, and followed me from school to my friend's house, talking shit the whole time, so I eventually gave in. We were fighting in an abandoned lot and I was beating him pretty good until some guy leaned out his window with his phone saying he'd call the police, so I shoved fatty down and went walking down some abandoned railroad tracks. He kept following me, so I was like "are you kidding, you want a 3rd beating?" So we start fighting again, and I again was beating him, I think I took one punch in the two fights combined here, then he swung over the top and I ducked it, and as I had my face down, he connected with a nasty upper-cut right in my nose. I blacked out, went down to a knee, and had blood pouring out of my nose, but tried to keep fighting until my friend said I should really stop because I looked bad. To fatty's credit, he let up once he connected because he knew that punch ended it. I then stumbled to my friend's house to clean all the blood off with the hose and deal with my broken nose. I never got it x-rayed, but it had a new curve it didn't have before.

so did anything happen to the other guy? I guess someone on my team tackled him, but I wasn't mentally around for that, so I never really knew the immediate details. He got a gross-misconduct and one of those 30-day off-ice suspensions. Like.. he couldn't even go rec skating, but I'm sure no one enforces that. The next time we played them I gave him a ton of kidney shots with my stick while battling in front of the net, but I never really got him back. Not that I want to potentially kill him, but that was a pretty scary night for me.I've learned that if I was ever actually paralyzed, I'd probably try suicide pretty quickly. It's fucking TERRIBLE not being able to move. Edit: although I'm not sure how I'd commit suicide if I was a quadriplegic.

It was that screamo band!

I didn't do it to myself, but I pissed someone off in a hockey game and got laid out after the whistle in a retaliatory shot. I was at that perfect distance from the boards where it's potentially deadly, and I went headfirst into the boards backwards... like... I was facing centerice when I got hit so I had my back to the boards. I spent 45 minutes on the ice out cold, then spent the next 4 or so hours laying on a hospital bed after x-rays recovering my feeling and movement. I somehow shocked myself into temporary paralysis.

I'm still anxiously waiting some news. I didn't think I got in THAT late, but apparently I'm towards the end of the line somewhere.

Haha @ conan and his glowstick.

Is that even worth it to go out and buy now, though? I thought they were switching over to hardline cable.. no airwaves broadcasting or something. Or I'm just out of the loop. Or misinformed.