A “fencer” — that is, a young dude that works for the company putting in our new fence — took a 3” nail in the back from his co-fencer’s high-powered nail gun.
It missed his spine by a few inches. Nothing but empty space back there, right?
I didn’t even notice the ambulance. I was up in my office with my headphones on.
Now I feel bad for making them redo a bunch of work they did yesterday that wasn’t up to snuff. OK, I admit, I don’t feel bad about that. But I am glad that there isn’t a pool of blood in my lawn from when some kid bled out for ten bucks an hour. It would really be a downer at parties.
The boss is at the hospital.
Now the other dude — the nailer — is still in the backyard using the (almost) murder weapon to put up more cedar pickets. I can hear him, thwack thwack, pause, thwack thwack.
The posts are now level, and the pickets look straight.
I don’t give a shit what Roger Ebert thinks about anything.
I don’t much enjoy going to the beach.
Aside from all of Breaking the Waves, nothing in any of Lars Von Trier’s films has stuck with me for longer than 24 hours.
I have failed many times to give a shit about Radiohead, I find the beach boring, and von Trier is an overrated fuckface whose Dancer in the Dark is one of my most hated cultural artifacts. Ebert the writer-about-movies is still brilliant and wonderful with words, though I could do without the punditry.
My list of unpopular opinions:
I don’t like Family Guy or anything touched by Seth MacFarlane.
“Then she slaps WolfStar in the face repeatedly with the dead fetus that contains the soul of WolfStar’s lover.”
I find it odd that these books were read by people.
I find it odd that you do not want to read this:
3) The Cat’s Fancy by Julie Kenner Nick is an attorney who’s engaged to marry the uber-bitchy daughter of his boss. His black cat, Maggie, is totally devoted to him and hates Nick’s fiancee — so she decides to do whatever it takes to keep Nick for herself. She somehow convinces the magical Old Tom to transform her, so that she appears as a naked woman on Nick’s doorstep. By day, she’s a cat. By night, she’s a naked lady stalking Nick. She has one week to get him to say he loves her, or she loses. But she still sort of has the mind of a cat. Read here for an excerpt, including the great scene where she crawls around on all fours, still naked. Later in the book, she forgets she’s supposed to be human and starts eating kitty treats. By all accounts, this is a fun paranormal romance… as long as you don’t think too much about a guy and his pet cat hooking up.
Unforgiveable. It took me ALMOST AN ENTIRE MINUTE to figure out where everything was on the dashboard. ONE EXTRA CLICK TO FIND OUT HOW MANY FOLLOWERS I HAVE? Unreal. Just an abomination. There’s only one word for it, and it is “holocausty.” I mean, have they no SHAME?
Give me my money back and stay the fuck out of my Medicare.