Snoqualmie

The Smirky Fucker Diary: Thursday is three kinds of fun!

Good Friday was last week, but, believing that late is better than never, I have developed stigmata. Strict accuracy would require me to say that I only have one of them, but since I don't know what the proper word would be I'll just stick with the plural. In a stunning demonstration of my "always use the wrong tool for the job" policy yesterday afternoon, I managed to jam the point end of a box cutter into the middle of my palm. It's right on one of the creases in my hand, so if anyone here reads palms, I'll post a picture and we can figure out whether it's my love line or my life line that's just been impaled.

One of the great things about studying a language that was co-opted for religious use a thousand years ago is that you get some truly outstanding vocabulary sentences. Not for Sanskrit the "I like apples" and "My brother is named Joe" sentences, no. Here's one that my textbook asked me to translate last night (pardon my image quality).

It means, "I think of happiness, and see only misery on all sides."

Lastly, I saw a woman on BART this morning whack another passenger in the chest with her handbag, which was printed with the word "kindness". It didn't seem to be deliberate, but neither did she seem to notice she'd done it. Have a lovely day, everyone.