i may in fact be wearing the flashing forehead sign:

a guy comes into the store with the tip of his finger cut off. i sympathize with him, and he says, 'this is nothing compared to the injury i got 2 years ago'. i, of course, being my aloof self, didn't take the bait and ask 'oh, what happened?' but he told me anyway. super condensed: (his version literally took 45 minutes) he was straddling a ladder and it collapsed and tore one of his nuts out. all his neighbors gathered when the ambulance showed up and the tech told his wife to get saran wrap to seal off the wound but all she had was a ziplock bag and he wouldn't let his ball be put into one of those, so his elderly neighbor lady got him the wrap and humpty dumpty got put back together again.

now i didn't ask for this story.

it's still not as bad as the guy who asked me if i'd ever use patchouli douche.

what the hell is wrong with people?

otherwise, i'm reading 'perelandra' by c.s.lewis and loving it. going to pittsburgh this weekend for the screening of moz's film. anxious but excited.

oh, and i'm starting a new feature on this blog. a certain co-worker of mine constantly misuses words and it makes me insane, so i will post them here. at the bottom of every blog that has one, the quote will be preceeded by HY (Hitler Youth). for example (taken from a conversation this week):

HY: "They spent an exuberant amount of money on that."