I met up with Neal (website coming soon, kthnxgbye) this past Sunday for a couple hours of ink. Now that the outline is completed, the exciting work has begun. I cannot wait to see it finished. It gets better and better with each session.
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Oh, and yes, them were some sensitive areas.
I’ll be the first to admit it. I am not the most organized person in the world, but I do my best. But hey, it’s the age of technology, right? So, if I need to find something out, I should be able to navigate my way to my son’s school’s website and find what I need, right?
If you take a peek at the image to your right, you will notice there is no mention of anything after October 25th. *shrug* I guess there is nothing going on.
This morning started off just like any other morning. Breakfast consisted of pancakes with chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, and oatmeal mixed into the batter (they taste better than it sounds — of course it sounds great to me). Talon dressed and brushed his teeth, and had a little bit of time to play on Nicktropolis.
It was chilly out this morning. We heated up the truck as quickly as possible, then headed down the street to the bus stop. When we arrived at the stop, it was deserted. We are normally the first ones there, but the parking lot is usually filled with teacher’s cars. Just as soon as we pulled in, Talon remembered his teacher had said something about them having a ‘teacher workday’.
Hmmmm.
I phoned Katie and asked her. She had no idea (she is much better on keeping track of things like this). I phoned Conn and they told me, that yes, today is a teacher workday. No school for Talon.
Ok, no biggie.
When I arrived back at the apartment, I pulled up Conn’s website. I scoured the site for anything that would mention a Teacher Workday. I found nothing. There was a link to a Conn Calendar, but as you can see below, it was ‘under construction’. Seriously?? We are months into the calendar year, and it’s still under construction.
Fine then, I’ll click on the WCPSS Calendar link. Oops, I guess not, look where that one goes.
Seriously? Who allows this shit to go into production? Mind you, I am sure it is probably Betty Sue or Jim Bob that works on the website. To be honest, I don’t care who does the site, but FFS keep the damn thing updated!
Conn’s magnet theme is ‘Active Learning and Technology’. Scary, huh?
I’ll keep this short and sweet. I have been looking to do this for days, and unfortunately most of the information available on the Interweb did not solve my problem.
I have tried MagicISO and WinISO, which are all very similar programs, but they were of no luck to me.
I was finally able to mount the .toast image using Daemon Tools. This allowed my system to view the .toast file as though it were just another CD-Rom drive on my system.
After mounting the image, I was then able to ‘Copy CD’ using ONES, but you could easily copy the CD with any burning software.
uh… I’m talking about shaving razors here. Get your minds out of the gutter.
Apparently, it is not the shaving that dulls a razor. It is the moisture usually left on the blade after shaving. To greatly increase the life span of your razors, all you need to do is thoroughly dry it.
It makes sense. *shrug* I’ll let you know how it works out. I go through razors like a madman due to the fact I shave my head every 2-3 days. And with the damn things costing a small fortune, 4 blades for $13, if I can prolong their little metallic lives, so be it.
Cymothoa exigua was discovered inside the mouth of a red snapper bought from a London market. The louse had grabbed ahold of the tongue and slowly eaten it away
until only a stub was left. It then latched onto the stub and became the fish’s tongue - getting a free meal after having fed on the tongue artery while it ate away.
Naturally, some crazy scientists are excited by the find, while the rest of the world remains disgusted. I’m intrigued: it’s certainly a novel idea, and quite frankly, I’m surprised something like this hasn’t been discovered before. The fish most likely came from California, but there is some confusion. Cymothoa was known to exist in the Gulf of California, but since it showed up in London, they’re not sure whether the fish was imported or the louse is simply expanding its territory. Cymothoa poses no danger to humans since it only attaches to fish tongues. Found attached to Lutjanus guttatus (a red or rose-spotted snapper, depending who you read), the parasite poses no danger to humans, but is pretty disgusting.
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VANCOUVER, Wash. — An 8-year-old boy called 911 about his mother’s driving Saturday night, leading Clark County deputies to arrest her.
“I don’t know where we are and mom’s not acting normal,” the boy told a 911 dispatcher.
The mother, 33-year-old Paulette Lynn Spears, is accused of taking the phone away from the boy and telling the dispatcher not to worry. She hung up, but the boy called back.
“She’s been drinking at a restaurant … I don’t think she knows what’s going on,” the boy said in one of the calls.
A Clark County sheriff’s sergeant said Spears also bit the boy’s hand to get the phone away from him.
The dispatcher asked the boy to point out businesses or landmarks that he saw.
With information from the 8-year-old and call-tracking technology, deputies eventually found the car in the parking lot of a fire station and arrested Spears.
Deputies said several drivers called to report the car Saturday afternoon.
Spears, of Vancouver, faces charges of drunken driving, reckless endangerment and assault of a child.
She is being held on $10,000 bail.
The boy and his 5-year-old sister who was also in the car were placed with a family friend.
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I just finished reading The Happiest Days of Our Lives, by Wil Wheaton. It’s a short book, which works out well for me. My attention span has gone to shit over the years, and just trying to squeeze time in for reading is hard.
The book is a compilation of stories from Wil’s earlier years. The stories make for a great read. Some will make you laugh, while others will sadden you. And more than one is very easy to relate to. I really enjoyed the book. Reading it caused me to recall some great memories from my past as well.
While the book was enjoyable, the last section of the ‘Acknowledgments’ made me smile the most:
“Finally, I always thank my ninth-grade English teacher, Mrs. Lee, who told me I was the worst writer she’d ever read and that I’d never amount to anything because I was a ’stupid actor.’ I’ll keep on doing my best to show her - and every other teacher who thinks it’s awesome to insult and belittle their students - how very wrong she was.”
Good for you, Wil.
I have had a ton of queries on how we did the actual tongue splitting. Rather than constantly repeat myself, I thought I would make a short post about it.
For those of you that don’t know, I have had my tongue pierced since the early 90’s, and had successfully stretched the piercing to an impressive (if I do say so myself) 1/2″ (thank you very much). I haven’t worn the tongue ring in over 3 years, but due to the large size it never fully closed. Even after 3 years I can easily fit a pen through the hole.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about the procedure. I wasn’t at first, but the closer it got, I was definitely a tad lot nervous. Not that I doubted Jason’s ability to do the procedure, but the thought of cutting through my tongue with a scalpel brought along with it a few images of intense pain.
I was sitting in Jason’s room, and ready to put it off for another day, but Jason LOVES doing this stuff. No way he was letting me back out LOL.
Jason did his markings - top and bottom.
It was time.
I held the left side of my tongue with the forceps, while Jason held the right side. He brought the scalpel up through the bottom of my existing piercing and began to cut forward. My anticipation of the pain was actually worse than the pain itself. The tip was a bit sensitive and apparently a bit tougher to cut through as Jason had to do a bit of sawing with the scalpel.
I had a large container to catch all the blood, and pretty much all the bleeding stopped within 15-20 minutes. Since then it’s been healing up rather well. The tips feel a bit weird, and I still have to get used to working the tips. Practice makes perfect. I imagine that holds true to tongue wiggling as well. 
short video of healed tongue after the jump
DENNIS TOWNSHIP, N.J. — A second-grader’s drawing of a stick figure shooting a gun earned him a one-day school suspension.
Kyle Walker, 7, was suspended last week for violating Dennis Township Primary School’s zero-tolerance policy on guns, the boy’s mother, Shirley McDevitt, told The Press of Atlantic City.
Kyle gave the picture to another child on the school bus, and that child’s parents complained about it to school officials, McDevitt said. Her son told her the drawing was of a water gun, she said.
A photocopy of the picture provided by McDevitt showed two stick figures with one pointing a crude-looking gun at the other, the newspaper said. What appeared to be the word “me” was written above the shooter, with another name scribbled above the other figure.
School officials declined to comment Friday. A message left at the superintendent’s office Saturday was not returned.
Kyle drew other pictures, including a skateboarder, King Tut, a ghost, a tree and a Cyclops, the newspaper reported.
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I guess I will have to monitor what Talon draws now. If he keeps drawing guns, I will have to smack his hand with a ruler, or perhaps hold food back from him for a couple of days. That will teach him to try and be creative. I should probably also punish him for shooting those little Nerf darts with that Nerf air gun I bought him for Christmas last year. That said, I should probably go and turn myself into the police for buying him such a toy weapon that, according to ‘them’ will cause him to one day flip and go on a rampage.
Fucking idiots. People should be ashamed of themselves. Haven’t we robbed enough of our children’s youth? Kids probably rebel more because of what we limit them to do, then what we are (and I use this phrase loosely) ’saving them from’
Shame on you.
