Epidermal Integrity be Damned!

Settle this debate for Whitey and I:

Rock-hard exoskeleton or thick gelatinous membrane? Which would you rather have as an outer shell? I vote membrane, Whitey seems stuck on the exoskeleton. See, I think that a good, thick gelatinous membrane will be self-sealing and regenerating, and as such, it's only real weaknesses are extreme temperatures, save for outlandish things like planetary collision or something. The exoskeleton, while likely quite impervious to high heat, is still susceptible to freezing, as well as erosion and high impact strikes from hard materials.

Clearly, this is the most important issue you will face in the weeks to come. So decide now, boon readers.

It's Done

Gave the two week's notice today. Feel slightly nervous, and more excited about it.

That is all. I will try to blog "normal" again soon.

Make me LOL

So yeah, I'm not feeling particularly creative, work still blows, yada yada. I need to give my two weeks notice soon - make me chuckle with the most creative way you can think to do that. Note that the scheme need not necessarily involve a yeti, but your chances of bringing out the guffaws greatly increase should you find a way to do so.

Also, in all seriousness, for those of you that pray, wow, could I use some direction for my...um...well, life. Quite frankly, even just a notion that I should CONSIDER pursuing something would be good at this point. Hoping the time away from work will give me extended periods to catch what He's saying. I'm frightfully dim when it comes to listening, I really am. But I make a mean omelette, so let's spiritualize that.

One more thing, for recent good and insightful discussions (i.e. much better than this drivel), head on over to AJ and Jo's blogs. Not that the rest of you aren't cool, just they're a little cooler is all. Like that kid in high school you wanted to be. Shame on you, envy is a sin.

It's Hard to Stay in Shape when Physics Hates Me

So I'm sitting in my computer chair at home, leg propped up on my bed, absent from work. Why you ask? Last night, playing basketball, I managed to get hurt. This should not surprise anyone, since I also manage to hurt myself doing things like playing pool, sitting at a desk, and eating. This, however, is worse. I went up for a shot in the lane, and came down on someone's foot. The ankle went over, and there was a positively GORGEOUS tearing sound, not unlike paper being ripped in two. Oh yeah, and then it hurt like a kick in the balls from a donkey on fire for about half an hour.

This morning, my foot looks kinda like a balloon animal. A big, disgusting, diseased balloon animal. I'd take pics and post 'em, but my digital camera wire has been AWOL for a few months now, and despite efforts to replace it, it seems I had the only cable in existence capable of fitting my camera's port. Anywway, it suffices to say that around the ball of my ankle and the top of my foot, I've got some severe swelling and some colorful bruising. It's sorta like art. HEY! I'm gonna start that, a new art form - injury art. "The swelling around the joint represents man's struggle with utilitarian society." I will yet be rich.

As I mentioned, I am somewhat injury prone. This is making it increasingly frustrating to try and get in shape as I get older. Last summer, it was my bike accident (I DO have pics of that stored on the computer, for anyone who wants to see - I think the raw skin on my palms really captures the essence of nature vs. industry). I'd just gotten that bike, was having fun and getting good exercise, and then boom, no use of my hands for a week, and no real hard activity for a month and a half. About a month and a half ago, again at basketball, I got smoked in the head by an elbow, split it open, and received 9 stitches for my trouble, also cutting my night pitifully short in the exercise department. Despite stretching and warming up, back while I was lifting weights, I would often pull something, seemingly out of no real effort.

I would like very much not to grow old and get fat. It appears first, however, the laws of Physics and I will have to duel - an epic death match sure to produce great works of art that will be appreciated down through the ages.