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I don't think TV has ever come close to reproducing any entertainment as perfect as "Blind Date." Not only does it epitomize the idiocy of short-attention span television in general (bumper-sticker like slogans pasted on the screen at almost all times, weird animations usually of the lowest-common-denominator-appealing variety), but it also features the nationally televised crushing of souls.

I don't know where they get the competitors for this show, but it seems like a Blind Date representative goes to bars in order to find the most pathetic horny loser in the nation, and then they set that person up with an attractive, appealing "Date." They are then asked to eat sushi off of one another within 15 minutes of meeting each other, cameras right there on them.

I often think about things that are wastes of time to intellectually pursue, but I can't shake the idea of advanced sentient aliens on other planets picking up bits and pieces of a transmission of "Blind Date." I'd bet they'd be setting their phasers to "completely f'ing obliterate in a burning horror show of death."

And also: Do you think anyone that met on Blind Date has later gone on to get married? Do you think they had a Blind Date-themed wedding? Discuss.

Ohhhh snap, it's yet another blog.

I'm going to save the excuses and the i-would-have-blogged-but-this-happeneds. Truth is, if I had a left hand that HAD THE POWER, I'd be telling you stuff that would curl your already-curly hair. But I don't, so I ain't, which means I'm not.

I miss stuff. I have been doing a lot to make sure the straight and narrow is still a viable path, but I miss the insane stupid shit that I previously would engage in. I'm not going to lie and say I don't miss that.

Right now, I miss being in love. I miss the feeling of improving myself for someone else. Shit, that's what I want. I want to be accountable to someone I care about. I want to have to change my daily habits to achieve that. And I guess it's pathetic, especially since everyone's getting married. God damn it.

And I fucked up. A year ago, I let the best mentor I've ever had just give up on me. Because I hadn't been doing everything I was supposed to do. And why? What have I gained? Noooooothing.

Can you take stuff back? I mean, do you get any points for acknowledging past idiocies? I don't think so.

I have been getting back to the rhythm of writing. At this point, it doesn't matter. I just want to articulate everything correctly. I don't want to be that guy that once thought I was good and actually wasn't.

My hand is broken, and there is plenty I can't do. But there was plenty I can. So watch the hell out. You might have already written me off, and you might be surprised.

Dude... I have a note from home saying why I couldn't blog for the last few weeks. I'll scan and upload it soon.

But I imagine you want the short version, in fact, I imagine you champing -- literally champing -- at the bit, waiting to hear the tale. Champing your ASS off!

So the short version is: after getting injured at work, I am now a one-handed man. For the next few months, anyway.

As to my injury, I won't describe it in graphic detail. Just know that the ER doc eagerly snapped photos of it with his iPhone to "show his class." Also, it was caused by a falling wall cabinet's sharp edge slicing through my thumb. You don't want any more information on that one, trust me.

I had to have surgery to reattach the tendon, and since I'd been gripping really hard when the cabinet took a life of its own and tried to kill me, the cut was even worse than it could have been. My split tendon parts retreated way up to the tip of the thumb, so an incision had to be made along the length of the thumb to find/reattach it.

Yeah.

It's been a major interruption and a completely lame series of events, but trying to find that elusive bright side, I gotta say that if/when I do get use of my hand back, I am going to feel like I just got some sort of ninja voodoo superpower. (That's a good idea for a comic book superhero, by the way: Two-Handed Man.)

Thankfully, not everything has been lame -- my oldest friend just got married and I had the honor of being a groomsman. It was great and crazy partying, even by wedding standards. So I at least had that to enjoy.

Plus, hell, I used this as an excuse to get TV and DVR in my room. Can't argue with that, right?!

Well, I'll blog more later, but my typing ability is very limited. I have voice recognition software for most of what I'm saying, then I go back and edit, one key at a time.

Until next time... sooner, I hope.