I was having this deep discusson with a girl at work today. We were talking about why I'm forever turning up with some form of injury and she made a pretty good point. But it took her a few attempts to tell me as I couldn't hear her from my perch thirty feet up on a wobbly forklift blade, striping down electrical wires I was about 75% sure were no longer live.
"Maybe you should stop doing things like, I don't know, balancing on wobbly forklift blades thirty feet up, striping down electrical wires you're only about 75% sure are no longer live?", she said.
I was feeling very witty today, so, quick as a flash, I shot back with "What?". Then recieved a mild electric shock and nearly fell off.
Thing is, someone has to do these things. The big electric shutters had jambed up and I'm the only goon in the building who knows much about electronics and junk. She shot this down with claims of inane justification, so I'm going to use this point as a running record of what niggles, knocks and hurts I get for a few weeks to shut her up. Cash-money bets were placed on wether I can go a whole week without bruising, spraining or breaking anything, and EmP needs beer money. She's just as imcompetant at her job as I am at mine, so I know she's reading.
And I've a weekend rife with chance to maim. Saturday sees me finishing off the patio I've started building as well as putting crazy paving around the pond I put in years ago and have done nothing with. (It's collected a perfect basin of pure green goop. I like to think strange snake-like creatures live in it and eat all the cats that stray into my yard). Then, on Sunday, I spend the entire day playing football in a pub-team five-a-side knock out. If there was anything that's left me more battered throughout my life than a few games of footie, then I'd be long dead by now. Training Monday, playing Tuesday and, while I'm on the highway to the DANGERZONE, I think I'll squeeze in some Wii Fit on Wedensday.
If I don't make it, the first reply can have my copy of Wizards & Warriors X: Fortress of Fear. But they are to pay P&P
wolfqueen001 Jun 27, 2008
I really hope you're fucking careful with all this... I hate hearing you got hurt, but you always seem to anyway. >_> And avoiding my questions makes me think something did happen, so that doesn't really help you any, either.
And another thing, I don't see how beer money's going to help you. I would think you'll get even more injured if you're drunk. That's smart. *mutters*
I will say this, though... Seems like you're busier when you're at home than it usually appears. Just knowing you on AIM, I never get the impression that you're doing anything besides site stuff and the like. That's good to know.
Please don't hurt yourself... or die. I assure you, I won't be happy about it... At all.
viridian_moon Jun 27, 2008
Then again, paying the shipping for that game is a pretty bad deal. I see your cunning plan!
wolfqueen001 Jun 27, 2008
I don't want the game. I posted that because I'm genuinely concerned. The thing would be pointless without him around anyway...
EmP Blogger Jun 27, 2008
WQ: I'm not planning to go get capped anytime soon, dummy.
WilltheGreat Jun 27, 2008
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Felix_Arabia Jun 27, 2008
But I also hear that a well-trained army of English longbow men allied with a few thousand pikemen and light cavalry for support can fend off several thousand infantrymen armed with early 19th century muskets.
EmP, let's invade France.
wolfqueen001 Jun 27, 2008
That doesn't mean I'm still not going to worry about you. You can still get hurt. Your assurances do make me feel better, though. >_> And stop calling me that. Whatever happened to "silly", anywy?
zanzard Jun 27, 2008
Long after the battle, Napoleon learned of this plan and commented that, had the birtish usedlongbowmen, he would never deploy cavalry troops on the battle.
Anyway, when you invade France, I wanna have Straussbürg!
wolfqueen001 Jun 27, 2008
EDIT: No. I want Bordeax. That has all the wine. I can get rich!
Felix_Arabia Jun 27, 2008
wolfqueen001 Jun 27, 2008
Felix_Arabia Jun 27, 2008
In all seriousness, all EmP, me, and Germany need for taking over France are a few sticks and stones. The French will surrender before we ever even land on their soil.
darketernal Jun 28, 2008
What a glorious day it will be. My own, personal 7 feet tall Baldrick.
EmP Blogger Jun 28, 2008
darketernal Jun 28, 2008
All manly injuries and each tells a story, more mach o then the last one!
EmP Blogger Jun 28, 2008
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honestgamer Staff Jun 28, 2008
Felix_Arabia Jun 28, 2008
Isn't badminton the game with the SHUTTLECOCK? Gotta love that thing.
honestgamer Staff Jun 28, 2008
wolfqueen001 Jun 28, 2008
The only injury sustained from any kind of sporting thing I've ever done within the past year was when I strained my neck in karate.
Halon Jun 28, 2008
EmP Blogger Jun 30, 2008
At least he's not yet admited his love of knitting.
darketernal Jul 1, 2008
And then I snap my ligaments playing an extremely rugged match where many have fallen of badminton. God must be having a jolly laugh up there.
As for knitting, it also can be a woodchuckery level of manly activity. Do you think Spider-man or Superman got their emblems out of thin air? I think not!
Batman is a rich git so he probably got Alfred to make him his.