It’s not his fault. He’s a VICTIM, I tellya!
I had a solution for this when it was Tiger Woods. Let Weiner hang around me, I’ll be completely naked, for two weeks. He won’t be Sexting anymore. In fact, every time he thinks about sex, he’ll vomit, I guarantee, or the remedial treatment is free.
in the Exploder tonight. Hopefully it gives me a good feel for how I’ll do driving to work in the ayem.
The hands feel pretty good. I can’t make fists yet, but I can now touch the tips of my fingers to the palms of my hands. On the right it doesn’t hurt to do this, the left still hurts a bit but its improving. I’m supposed to remove the bannages tomorrow evening and go to just band aids.
Thanks to all the wonderful thoughts from everyone, and especial thanks to Jenny, my dear friend, who cajoled and bitched and goaded me into finally getting this done. I feel immensely better than I thought I would, and i hope it continues to improve. I hope I won’t be overdoing it by going to work tomorrow.
Update: I can’t flatspin the wheel- the heel of my hand is where the surgery took place, of course, so heelspinning the wheel is out of the question. I made a funny noice the first time I tried it, accidentally, but i’ll have to hand-over-hand tomorrow, and for the forseeable future.
Tam links to a sort of hover-cycle thing.
Looks like it woud be a hoot; it’s always a pity that the laws of physics are such an undiscovered country to most inventors like this.
Speaking of stupid high speed craft, I once did some work for a manufacturer of airboats. I wrote a family of programs that cut the poly skid plats that got bolted onto the bottoms of the boats, and they took me out and let me drive one around.
Let me tell you, those suckers are not easy to drive. The center of gravity is about six feet over your head, and it’s as easy to flip one over as it is to trip over an untied shoestring, Still, I kind of got the hang of it, eventually.
Riding oin it was even more fun, though. And there was precious little alcohol involved when the owners of the company invited me to jump out of the boat onto an alligator, and i complied.
The gator in question was small, about five or six feet, (which is a very small gator) and it probably felt- to the gator- as if a house had fallen on it. It was in far more danger from me than I was from it. And I grabbed it’s face while my companions laughed and wrapped.
This being prior to digital photography except among the very wealthy, no camera was available at the time, but I will always have the memory of having that unhappy gator on my lap in the bow of that airboat, then slicing the electrical tape off it’s snout and lowering it headfirst over the side.
