Monday, August 24, 2015

Marking Time

Shaking my damn head at some of the antics out there lately. Between Puppygate, and the Pokemon Championship threat, I've just got to wonder about how low these soft, pampered white males will stoop.

What is WRONG with you neck beards? Have you all no sense of decency, at long last? No shame? Not even the slightest bit of introspection that could be attributed to every pusillanimous creature that crawls on the Earth or slink through though slimy seas?

Judas Priest!

Meanwhile, I'm waiting for Friday to get the surgery over with. I'm having a hard time getting anything accomplished, and so perhaps the best thing to do is just... I don't know.

The last time I had surgery, I had a ton of things to do as I had the Kickstarter campaign done and I had to crank rewards. I managed to make the time vanish, I so busy. This time out, I'm a lot slower and more apprehensive. I'm not nervous about it, just naturally scared and distracted. Plus the pain is starting to get to the point I'm having a hard time ignoring it.

My brother pointed out to me we Kurmans, or perhaps Northern Barbarians* in general, have a very high pain tolerance. This was good for the longest time when we were all scavengers and hunter-gatherers, what with short lifespans and a brutish existence anyway.

Not so good in modern times when ignoring pain that can be medically resolved, and before pain tolerance results in organic damage.

*Haplogroup I1a, although I have some R1b through my red-headed maternal grandma, and redheads are said to be resistant to pain as well.


  1. "He had a job for a little while at the Leggo Store in the mall, but he got fired".

  2. yep. I have a pretty high tolerance to pain. it's good except when it's not.

    1. Anhidrosis would be the pits:

  3. My brother paraphrased Mom about me: "He'd be a cheerful Hiroshima baby"

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    1. Thanks! I guess it went well. They got me sitting up in a chair. I take a walk later. I got pics of my innards. Maybe a video feed.