Fodder.

I wish I was blogging more about my social life, because I've met some interesting and cool people recently. For instance, last night I met this guy (he made fun of my face), and this woman, who is much prettier in person (she didn't ask). A few weeks ago, I met this guy, who is taller and quieter than I expected.

People are good.

One last update about the Great Faceplant 2008. I mentioned in my last post that the PlayStation Portable (PSP) that I bought that day at a workplace charity function got destroyed. I heard earlier that day someone else had bought a PSP at the same auction that was missing its power cord, so I went in to the company HR department the next day and offered my now-useless power cord for donation. Not only did the nice HR person confirm that this other guy get a cord, she also offered to exchange my broken PSP for another one that they had, for free. How cool is that?

I now feel guilty about all those times I complained about the HR department, so I want to take this opportunity to set things straight. Let it be known that the HR department is indeed staffed with nice people who help. Kudos to them.

Also, I realize that I haven't really told the story of how I ended up with this beat-up face. I was merely jogging across an alley at night, when I tripped over a low-slung chain blocking a parking lot entrance. Didn't scuff my knees or elbows, face took most of the hit. Guess that's what I get for being tall.

My faith in humanity was reaffirmed when right after I introduced my face to the blacktop, a handful of people came running to my aid. I, of course, was greatly embarrassed, but it was very cool when people stopped what they were doing to come over to help. So that was nice.

I have decided that the only thing worse than wrecking my face is then having to explain to everyone I meet how I wrecked my face. I need to come up with a good lie that I can tell in 5 seconds or less.

FAIL update

My road rash has changed since the last photo. Before, you couldn't really see the bump on my cheekbone, but now the bump turned into a little rash of its own with a nice bruise to go with. (Side note: No, the rash didn't move to the other side of my face - I took the last shot with the help of a mirror.)

In my last post, I left out the best part of the whole story, the insult to injury part that makes the story fun. Earlier that day, I bought a Sony PlayStation Portable (PSP) at a charity auction at work. I was all excited to get home and try it out, but of course it was in my backpack when I biffed, and it got smashed.

In better news, I'm planning to do a little more posting here, after managing to completely ignore November (suck it, NaBloPoMo!) and most of October.

FAIL.

There is a small, cult-like church two doors down from my apartment building. A few months ago, I giggled in schadenfreude-fueled delight when a bunch of the cult members cars were towed from the pet store parking lot that's between my building and the church. I wonder if any of those people were looking out the church windows earlier tonight when I did an epic face plant in the alley between the church and the pet store.