Grooming is dangerous

I cut myself at the gym today. I wasn't sure how it happened at first. I had just brushed my hair and when I touched my ear after I felt something and then saw blood all over my left index finger. I then realized there was blood on my ear also. It was very confusing and at first I didn't know if it was my ear or my finger that was bleeding. I then saw that there was skin separated on my finger so that solved that problem but then came the how, how had I cut my finger? My first instinct was that somehow my ear had done it. Maybe I had developed a mutant ability to have razor ears. I was scared to touch my ear in case it cut me somewhere else. It came to me then that I had a safety razor (not a very good name, is it?) in my toiletries bag and I must have cut my finger when I reached in to grab my brush. I started giggling when I realized this and the other guy in the locker room gave me a weird look. I would have explained it to him but he was wearing headphones so it probably would have been too complicated to explain and I just let it go. I then had to use a tissue to wipe the blood from my ear. As I was packing up my things with a tissue on my finger to stop the bleeding (I was too embarrassed to ask a gym attendant for a band aid) the guy walked by and again gave me a weird look. I wonder if he is telling people about the guy who was bleeding and giggling in the locker room. Probably not.

Tablet

I'm still not quite used to typing on my tablet but I like it and think it was worth while. I've heard others say it's hard to explain what their tablet is used for but it's used a lot and I think that's right. I'm at my parents house tonight so I don't have my usual assortment of toys but I didn't bring a laptop, just the tablet because I knew it would suit me just fine. OK, now I'm kind of annoyed typing on this. But for everything else it works fine. Shut up.

Nanowrimo

It's national novel writing month and I really wanted to participate this year. But as you can see if you scroll down, I haven't done much writing ummm...ever. Also, I thought of a great idea and while I remember where I was when I thought up the idea, I don't remember what the idea was. I would rather those be reversed but it is what it is.

So I guess the point is I'm not writing a novel this month. Try to contain your disappointment for there is good news, I resolved to start blogging (I was going to say again but I'm surprised I have even 5 posts on here. I guess I did more on livejournal but still, I'm not sure I ever started). So I guess this is a start.

We'll see if I make it through more than 5 posts this time. But as nanowrimo as my witness I'd have to say...probably? I'm not really sure what I post on Twitter vs. this vs. Facebook. Obviously there are character restraints on Twitter and Facebook is more for pictures of babies. Then again, people actually know those exist. You have to start somewhere and unless I marry a Kardashian I'm starting with nothing. To be clear, I realize you can't marry a Kardashian with nothing, I'm fine with that. Hopefully as I keep doing this I get better at finishing these posts.

Sunday afternoon,
no responsibilities!
What to do? Nothin.

oh no snow

It's very nice out.  I just read the paper while having a beer on the back patio.  It was nice but a little strange to stumble on the ice on the way back inside.  It's still winter, I guess.

Weekend Review

It wasn't a particularly interesting weekend but it was a weekend none the less and I enjoyed myself.  I did some things this weekend while last week I just chilled at home.  They both have pluses.  I'm getting old and boring.

Friday I went to the full moon cabaret at the Bedlam Theatre.  It was...interesting.  There were some good puppet shows and some not very good ones.  I think the ones by the woman who put it on's boyfriend were the worst.  I'm sure there is a lesson to be learned there.  What it is, I don't know.  The night was fun though thanks to friends I spent it with.

Saturday night I went to the Twolves game with an old high school friend, Rob.  We were good friends for a while but don't hang out much anymore.  This makes things kind of strange.  Not with Rob in particular but when ever you hang out with someone you used to know well it is a different experience.  It was nice to catch up though.  His friend had nice seats for the game and since attendance is usually sparse we sat next to them instead of in my $3 nosebleed seats.  The Twolves actually won which was a pleasant surprise.  After we hit up The Local for some Jamison.  They sold the most in the world last year so...when in Rome.

Sunday I worked for a couple of hours.  It makes me fell better to work some on the weekends since I tend not to get to work until 9:30.  After making sure the gophers got into the NCAA basketball tournament I made some stir-fry with frozen vegetables, Ramen noodles, leftover lasagna noodles, tofu, shrimp and lots of soy sauce.  I thought it was pretty good last night.  It wasn't as good for lunch today though.

Today I worked for an hour because the default page on the web server I just built wasn't working.  Turns out I shouldn't have capitalized the I in index.  Oh, well, it still beats doing paperwork.

Basketball

I played in a 3 on 3 basketball league this winter. There were 10
teams and of those ten there were three groups of abilities. There
were the good teams, the mediocre teams and the bad teams. We were in
the bad teams group. Our problem wasn't lack of skill (although we
didn't have much) or the fact that we were out of shape (although we
were), but rather, the fact that I was the tallest guy on our team.
Every other team had at least one guy 2 inches taller than me and many
of them had 2. This created a lot of match up problems for us. If
one of the other guys on my team were taller we might have moved up to
the mediocre group, but we still couldn't hang with the big boys.
Anyways, the playoffs were last week and we lost our first playoff
game. We didn't have much of a chance as that team had a guy with 4
inches and at least a hundred pounds on me. I was not able to Wesley
Andre' the Giant. While that teams record was in the bad group, they
played a good team right after that and beat them so we didn't feel
that bad about it. It was a fun game. That brings us to last night.

Last night we played against another team that lost their first
playoff game. We played them in the regular season and were up for
much of the game. We ended up losing our lead late as we just ran out
of steam because we had 3 guys who had to play the whole game while
they had 5 so they could have subs. Both teams had 4 for this game.
It was close throughout. In the second half we were getting a little
tired of them calling ticky tacky fouls. When you play pickup ball
there are lots of things that would be called in the NBA that you
wouldn't call fouls. They were calling all of these things and more.
Finally it came to a head when one of their big guys barreled down the
lane and I tried to block his shot. He had his forearm out and
smacked me in the chin with it. He then called a foul on me! I
couldn't believe it and pointed out to him that HE hit ME and that was
a ridiculous foul. The guy blew up. He started calling me all kinds
of names and getting in my face. He was an ugly dude too so this was
not at all pleasant. He kept it up way too long until finally he went
out of the game as he couldn't keep control. I will point out again
that he was mad because I pointed out that he forearmed me in the face
and called a foul on me. I do feel bad as it's a hard lot in life
when you have to go through it as an big, ugly stupid guy. At the end
of the game with a minute left we hit a shot that made the score us
down by two. They proceeded to stall and run the time out. There's
nothing we could do at this point. That's just something that isn't
done. There's no shot clock and it's a timed game so really you could
do this if you had the lead at all in the second half. We were pissed
and I called them all sorts of names questioning their sportsmanship
and masculinity. I might have also grabbed my balls implying that
they have none. It's too bad that we won't play in that league again.
I would really like to get back at those guys. Now I'm just left
bitter and with a sore chin that I got called for a foul on. It was a
bad way to go out.