Sunday, November 16, 2008

Undisputed Stigmata

I had planned a different post but things got out of hand in the real world today and regardless of what my time stamp says, it is 12:39 Monday morning. One of my other blogs (all are pretty much photos, little more), I've been running photos from my 1989 body modifications. Christ, but I hate those Larry King glasses. I came across these yesterday, taken when the plates in the arm broke in half. I didn't think much of it, because I was pretty much mindless in pain that year, but when I went for my doctor's checkup three days later, the nurse about shrieked. The doc, good 'ol Robert Sciapppa, asked me if I could move my fingers, which I showed him I could, then he said fine, let's go fix you up. I still have the hardware, check the photo by Martel Sardina off to the left. I wish I could have taken more photos, you should have seen me shaving when my arm was like that. Well, I still have plenty to do as I stay hunched over the keys. Sorry for the strange interlude...Wayne


Michael Fountain: Blood for Ink said...

Those are glasses? I thought those were Hank Pym goggles and you were preparing to grow to enormous size. (I remember wanting glasses like that-- see also DeNiro at the end of "Casino"-- but it was a time when taste was at its ebb.)
--Clint Barton

Charles Gramlich said...

That arm looks like it's ready to declare independence and go its own way.

Capcom said...

Ow. So sorry that you had to go though all this. There must be a purpose somewhere in it all.