May 6th, 2008
|jimbojones||06:13 pm - boredom|
It turns out that my HDTV has a fault so common that Mitsubishi actually said "fuck the warranty terms, if you have this we will fix it." Naturally, my particular instance of this HDTV not only has the fault, but elected to fail just after I really got into GTA4. And it will take a week or more to get a replacement for the failed part. So, no Grand Theft Auto. No TV shows either. Or movies at home. My living room is now a great big pile of useless with a blank 65" screen front and center. Barnes and Noble purely and simply has nothing else I want now, so no books either. Fuck.
I want to talk about the two days I spent last week doing offshore dives for work. It was miserable, it was dangerous, it was wonderful, it was my first experience with seasickness ever - in spite of having spent six years in the Navy. More importantly, it was a chance to be Blue Collar Jimbo again. I missed that guy even more than I realized. I have never been entirely comfortable living a purely white collar life. But I don't want to spend too much time talking about it before I see what's on the captain's camera. Everybody likes an illustrated story.
Televisionless, bookless, playstationless, I started reading truly ancient entries of other people's journals. Sometimes it's interesting just trying to identify the feature line where you made someone's e-acquaintance, when you've "known" them for years. Have I read this entry before? Do I know the context of this story? Does this further inform my idea of the person I think I know, if it predates our "acquaintance"? You can call it e-stalking if you're feeling unkind. But if we're going to e-prefix a word to label it, I will aspire to labeling it e-archaeology. Hey, I've been a shovelbum in real life. I was there to see a derringer come out of a public outhouse in the ruins of Old Catawba at one dig, I've helped map out Mississippian amerind village layouts by exposing the features left by 500-year old postholes in others. Why should livejournal be any different? If the intimate details of strangers' lives don't intrigue you at times, you are probably a little dead inside.
But all of that is really just an extremely long-winded intro and excuse for posting a response to a question melt212 asked 4 years ago.
> What's the most painful thing you've ever felt
> and how would you rank it on a scale from 1-10?
I know this post is ancient and it's weird replying to it four years later, but hey, my TV is broken and I'm bored. And also, the honest answer to it cracks me up.
Nose smashed from a corner kick: 6
Knocked unconscious with a steel prybar: 7
Broken fingers from staff fighting: 5
Aikido wristlocks from the sensei: 8
Recovery from invasive surgery: 8
Really bad gas: 10
Seriously. It's funny, but if there is anything in life that hurts more desperately than really bad gas, I have never encountered it. I have burn scars, bone strike scars, stab scars, slice scars, you name it. But nothing hurts more desperately frantically oh-god-make-it-stop than an impacted fart.
Current Music: Atmosphere - Shoulda Known
Huh. Never had a root canal, but I've had pretty extensive drilling without any anesthetic at all several times. Navy dentists sucked so bad at finding the nerve (to inject the novocaine into) that I actually preferred they just skip it entirely; a missed novocaine injection is three or four hours of your jaw hurting like a mule kicked it (4) whereas the unanesthetized drilling sucks while it's happening (6 or 7) but stops hurting immediately when the drilling is over.
Your baseball bat to the head sounds like my prybar to the head. Everything just went completely gray, I couldn't see, and I didn't remember it until somebody told me about it later but I kept saying "fuck, fuck, oh fuck, shit, fuck, shit" etc etc for about 30 seconds or so until the lights came back on. The corner kick to the nose was almost that bad, but not quite, even though it did liberate enough blood to *completely* soak the front of my jersey.
Recovering from childbirth - 10
Childbirth isn't actually that bad as the adrenaline kind of numbs your whole body. The after effects, however, the organs shrinking and moving back into the normal places, the healing of the massive tear in the vaginal area, the need for a bottle of hot water to replace toilet paper, yeah... not so much fun.
By the way, we have known each other since before LiveJournal existed, so I think you may come across entries that you've forgotten about, or didn't read because we weren't speaking at the time, but nothing that predates any of your knowledge of me. That is weird, since we've never actually met in person.