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kickaha ([personal profile] kickaha) wrote2006-03-27 12:54 pm

Drop kick me Jesus, through the goal posts of life

When building the furniture yesterday, I found that my nifty difty drill wouldn't drive a series of screws because they were sunken too deep into the frontspiece, and I don't have a bit extender.

So I did them by hand.

50 3" screws.

In a row.

No pausing.

Only when I was done, did I realize that the dull throbbing in my the middle of my right palm, where I was pushing on the end of the screwdriver, was because I'd worn away the skin and created a hole somewhere between 1/4" and 1/2" across. The constant pressure deadened it so I couldn't feel it until it was alllllll over.

I've got a redneck stigmata.

[identity profile] labrown.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Owwww.... See, that's when you run out and get those long screwdriver bits for your drill....

[identity profile] kickaha.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Well I didn't notice it until the damage was done, and it's not like I can't drive screws... :)

Obviously though, it's been a while since I hauled my candy ass out of the office and did any manual labor. Muscles, fine. Shoulder, fine. Skin? Er...

[identity profile] labrown.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
What? You mean you don't have calluses on the palms of your hands from your other activities? What kinda man are you!

*wicked grin*

[identity profile] babbleon1.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
A married one!

[identity profile] kickaha.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
*hee* Thank you! :D

[identity profile] badger.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
After acquiring manymany scars on my hands, I eventually learned that gloves are wonderful things.
I keep a vial of New Skin (newskinproducts.com) in my satchel for this kind of error when I forget the glove thing.
Oh, and owww. Best.

[identity profile] kickaha.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
New Skin is great stuff.

Just don't confuse it with TuffSkin from Cramer Sports Products. Slightly different effect.

End over end, neither left nor the right

[identity profile] madpiratebippy.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I totally snerked out loud in the computer lab over the phrase "redneck stigmata"

That was pretty goddamn hilarious.

[identity profile] madpiratebippy.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you also get a crown of foam Budwiser beer bottle cozys? Or is the headgear more like a truckers cap with 'Git her done' across the front?

[identity profile] kickaha.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Actually it says 'Booty Hunter'

And now, to go turn water into PBR!

[identity profile] badger.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
And when I look up TuffSkin later, I will have learned something new - that is, besides the app-specific Unicode transcoding I've been reading today.

[identity profile] gwywnnydd.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"And now, to go turn water into PBR!"
That requires extra effort?

[identity profile] margarita-5.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I like "Breathe if you're horny" personally.

[identity profile] kickaha.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a spray used by athletic trainers to get bandage wraps and tape to stick better. It's also used to toughen the skin to form callouses. It does this by killing the outer skin layers and thickening them. Spraying it on an open wound is Not Advised(tm). I have a longish story about that, if you're interested :)

[identity profile] kickaha.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, ya gotta get the magic instant hangover in there somehow...

[identity profile] kickaha.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Of *course* you do.

[identity profile] arthane.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I'm going to have to second her on this one...

[identity profile] badger.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Great. Next time I feel a desire to torture someone with artifically-induced psoriasis, I'll know what to shop for :). Sure, I love stories. On or offline as you wish.

[identity profile] kickaha.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
While the latest regression test run is going... *cracks knuckles*

So growing up, we had a crazy redneck neighbor. Well, they were *all* crazy redneck neighbors, but Dan took the crown. Nice guy, just a little... touched.

One Sunday morning in January, waaaaay too early, we hear a loud BOOM from outside. We head out in our robes to find Dan standing on the side of his house, in his boxers, knee deep in snow. In his hand is his trusty 12ga shotgun. With an 8" barrel. Damned near a cannon in pistol form. He's looking up in satisfaction at the side of his house, where there's now a large hole.

"DAN!? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" My Dad yells.

"I GOT THE SON OF A BITCH! I FINALLY GOT THE SON OF A BITCH!" He yells back.

See, there was a woodpecker nesting in the side of his house, on the bedroom wall, and he'd had enough.

So if that isn't enough, that's just the prelude for why Dan is outside in his boxers (and bare feet) on a bitingly cold winter's day. He walks halfway across the street while we're talking back and forth, and stands in the middle of the road. Now, the road is actually old US Highway 2, built in the 40s at the latest. Which means it's concrete. And he's standing on it, in about 0deg weather, in bare feet.

So when he sees a car coming (like literally a mile away), he says "Oops! Gotta go! Car!" and then finds out that his feet have frozen to the pavement. He kind of does this spastic dance, and my Mom starts laughing and says "Hold on, I'll get some warm water" Dan says "No time!" (Which was BS, he had a minute or so, and it wasn't like the road was treacherous for the car - it was already slowing down and getting ready to go around this crazy hairy guy in the middle of the road.) And then he *yanks his feet off the pavement*. Unfortunately this left the bottoms of his feet still frozen to the concrete. Yup, there were Dan callouses on the roadbed.

He goes hopping back to his house, "ow ow ow ow ow ow ow" as we're just staring and, admittedly, laughing our asses off.

Later in the day, his wife comes over to talk about what an idiot her husband is, when my Dad casually mentions that TuffSkin works for making new callouses...

When she got back from the store, he was asleep on the couch with his feet propped up.



You could hear the bellow from our house.