|Ms Mel and ODNT want to know in 57 words or less, about your wierdestly1 obtained owwie2.
Considering I am a homebody nowhere near a daredevil, nothing too bad, although 65% of all injuries occur at home3.
Every time I burn my mouth on fresh, hot pizza.
I have sustained a cracked tooth from Halloween candy – three times.
Neck/ body injuries from concert crowdsurfing – specifically, people landing on me.
Whenever I fell for someone, stumbled over words, moved too fast or slow, dived right in without checking – every time, my heart got broken.
1not a word. Use it anyway!
2No they will not kiss and make it better, especially if you fell on your butt. Or bruised your lip.
3I made up that statistic. 43% of statistics are made up on the spot.
|Ms Mel and ODNT want you to make your best terrifying OR terrified face. Then, post it on your blog or tweet/Facebook it to Mel or me and we’ll link it up. BONUS: You get ten extra entries in the Ketchup Halloween Contest (see below) if you submit a picture.
I dug deep into the graveyard of my harddrive.
Fun with photo editing. The scary part is I didn’t have a beard or goatee at that time.
For some reason I thought the photo needed more saturation.
The result of the scariest blood donation I ever made. You’ll notice one smaller mark on my lower elbow and right in the middle. Needless to say, wiggling it around even slightly should never be done. Despite this, I still donate when I can, just not at that particular drive. Oh and not in summer - short sleeves were not flattering for a week or so.
What do you get when you buy a new scanner? Make face art. Ever feel a little discombobulated?
The haunted Tiki face. each set has its own freakish story.
Well I needed an updated one, so why not just smear my face across the screen along with the light bar?!
This week we are giving you a page from the Oxford English Dictionary. The ninety-ninth page, to be exact. (Click to enlarge.) From this page, you can choose any word, any definition, to use in your post. (Please type your chosen word in bold, so we know.) And instead of our typical 33-333 word limit, we are asking for 99 words exactly.|
When commuting, reading helps avoid eye contact. Though these days, e-books prevent you from seeing what others are reading, I still love paperbacks.
My subway line passes through Brighton Beach, and ‘little Odessa’, so there are usually some babushkas on the crowded trains, sometimes even wearing the namesake scarves. One day, I caught the eye of one, who smiled warmly at me and my copy of “The Brothers Karamazov.” Some weeks later, we ‘met’ again, but my expected approving glance was met with a steely gaze and deeply creased frown. Perhaps they felt no sympathy for ‘Sofia Petrovna’ plight…
|Ms Mel and ODNT want to know in 57 words or less … what for you personally signals the coming of Fall?.
As a kid, crunching every dry brown leaf – nature’s bubble pop.
In my college years, the Fall Classic, (starring the Yankees) from 1996-2001.
Then, spiced lattes, until that fateful unblinking day when they courteously supergraded my order.
Through each phase, one tradition remains – watching a young man pay his annual tribute to sincerity.
Keep the faith, Linus.
|Ms Mel and ODNTare asking about your most memorable birthday, which may be just a way for them to ask your birthday so they can buy (or make, with glitter, paste and racamoni) you a card.
I’ve always had fun birthdays. This particular series of events over the course of several days though…takes the cake. Yep I said it!
My birthday May 30th 1998 – I took two finals, aced ‘em. Homemade birthday cupcakes that night. The next morning, I aced another final, power napped, baked an epic batch of PB choco chip cookies, then out to celebrate with friends to TGIFridays and a concert (Garbage). June 1st – I graduated! I arrived late, like a boss.
|Ms Mel and ODNT want to know about a significant first day in your life … of school, work, parenthood, rehab, veganism, prison, whatever you want – in 57 woids or less.
Not only is the timing of this prompt just about perfect, the incident has that element as well
August 14, 2003- New job! My boss (also her first day – revamped department) admits she doesn’t get along with computers. It’s a busy day as we set up; later everyone is chatting and she gently bumps my monitor. The lights go out at that instant. “What did I do?!” Yep, the Northeast blackout – my boss caused it.
Welcome to another chapter in this fine series. Not that there is a shortage of wisdom around, I just don’t feel like editing out the crudely exaggerated genitalia that accompanies it.
On a mailbox across from a school. I guess the best life lessons are learned outside the classroom.
Proof that fortune cookies are as authentic as pro wrestling.
Well no, I take that back. Nothing is more real than wrasslin’.
No idea to whom this was intended, but I am willing to bet that someone else saw this, and thought the person who done them wrong thunk up this creative apology placement, and forgave them.
Written on one of the beams on the Brooklyn Bridge. 80′s references always melt my heart.
4/5/6 station, corner of Canal & Lafayette. You need your gold card to get into this club.
It’s overpriced, hot, crowded and noisy, supposedly part of the twisted romantic vibe, because everyone wants in.
Side Street of The South Street Seaport. And here, you thought they missed your special day!