This morning, the injured ankle seems almost totally better, which is nice because I was worried, immediately post-fall yesterday, that I had broken it based on the pain ... pain that almost immediately subsided. Today, it's just a nice shade of light purple, is all, but the residual pain, which is next to nothing, in no way interfered with my morning workout (stretching, weights, yoga, 4.1 miles on Morrissey).
You know an injury is getting better when other, formerly lesser hurts surpass the first injury in annoying-ness. As I mentioned yesterday, I also cut my hand when I fell, the worst cut being on the thumb, because it was still dripping blood when I got home. But there is also this round abrasion right on the tip of my index finger. It's not bad, but when (ow!) I (ouch!) type — I (yow!) use my (that smarts!) index fingers (owie!) exclusively because (ouchie!) I'm the world's slowest hunter-and-pecker1 — and typing this very post hurts me, probably even more than reading it hurts you.
But the ankle? I probably could have run this morning, but didn't. I just threatened to so I could see Teh 'Bride get all cross and stamp her little foot and say, "You are NOT running on that ankle!" Little wisps of steam come out of her ears. It's just tooo darling for words.
So despite my best efforts, I think I managed not to fuck my ankle up too bad. That is just total dumb luck.
Turn Me On, Dead Man is a blog I somehow stumbled across while searching for Beatles/Music blogs2. As you can see from the graphic above, it has exactly 3 subscribers, one of whom is me. I have no idea why more foax haven't discovered this blog because it is funny and intelligent and well-written and -researched. The latest post on Space Hippies on Star Trek being a perfect example of what I mean.
This guy's attempt to do a Liverpudlian accent is truly atrocious (still ... better than mine) but this video (h/t hey dullblog) is still pretty funny.
1 But Full Disclosure: You'd never have to hunt for my pecker!!1!
Am I turning you on, Ladies?
2 The title of the blog, Turn Me On, Dead Man, is derived from the Paul Is Dead rumor that was rampant in late 1969. It was alleged that Paul died in a car crash in 1966 and was replaced with a doppelganger who, conveniently enough, not only looked like Paul, but sang like him and possessed equal bass-playing and music-composition skills. Totally plausible. Anyroad, the other, non-dead Beatles went along with this replacement hoax, but left clues to Paul's Death on songs and album covers, etc.
One of those "clues": If you play the phrase "Number nine, number nine, number nine ..." that occurs at the beginning of "Revolution #9" backwards, it sounds like "turn me on, dead man".
It's true. It kinda does, if you want it enough. You can hear it here and judge for yourself.