Oh my, ita. That's ... impressive?
The worst bruising I've ever seen was my dad, after he'd been hit by a car. It was a bit more dramatic than that, but still.
Does Ellie like the trippy music?
Sweet lumpy minion, you're the only one that understands. Probably 'cause I haven't sucked the brain out of you yet.
Glory ,'Potential'
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Oct 21, 2005 4:54:31 am PDT #7649 of 10002
erikaj - Oct 21, 2005 5:01:32 am PDT #7650 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
You're up reading articles like that because the links make me happy?
tommyrot - Oct 21, 2005 5:05:58 am PDT #7651 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
When I was hit by a car, I had no bruising or swelling at all, even though part of the knee was broken, ligaments were torn and the leg below the knee was broken. An intern told me I had a sprain, but he ordered a CAT scan "just in case." Good thing he did.
erikaj - Oct 21, 2005 5:08:49 am PDT #7652 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Ow. That Post article was really well-written, though.
Stephanie - Oct 21, 2005 5:11:56 am PDT #7653 of 10002
Trust my rage
Does Ellie like the trippy music?
Yes, but not enough to give in to sleep.
Tom Scola - Oct 21, 2005 5:16:42 am PDT #7654 of 10002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
ita, maybe this will help you feel better.
Kathy A - Oct 21, 2005 5:19:48 am PDT #7655 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
I think my worst bruise ever was back in high school, when I was helping move some scenery from our school's stage (where it was being constructed) onto a truck for transport to the theater the show was going to be performed in. The stage door was at the same level as the truck bed, which was backed up to the door. Problem was, I didn't notice that there was a small gap between the end of the floor and the beginning of the truck's flipped-down door, and managed to put my leg right through it. Ended up with a scrap and nice ring of dark purple encircling my leg a few inches below my knee. This was a problem only because the play was a post-WWII Agatha Christie. The dress just barely covered the bottom of the gauze bandage and was obvious even with the heavy nylons I wore. At least the part was an elderly woman who was very sedentary, so I didn't worry about the dress flipping up at all.
Vortex - Oct 21, 2005 5:21:24 am PDT #7656 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Heh. Tina Fey and I were theatre majors at UVA together. Not close friends, but we knew each other. WHO WANTS TO TOUCH ME?!?!?!
Huh. This means you also went to school with one of my friends.
Really? Who?
Lee - Oct 21, 2005 5:25:10 am PDT #7657 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I can't speak for ita, Tom, but that link made me happy.
shrift - Oct 21, 2005 5:26:30 am PDT #7658 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Worst bruise in recent memory would be my foot, after I stumbled off the curb. It was dark and heavy with blood, the kind of bruise that had people demanding to know if I'd been to the hospital.
Another set of bruises that were just gross were from freshman year of high school when we had gymnastics. The parallel bars had me in such bad shape that I was double-wrapping my knees in ace bandages.