A bad Jew since I had no Bat Mitzvah and a bad Greek since I've never seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding

There's something satisfyingly primal about reducing a 20-foot hedge to an 8-foot hedge with a chainsaw. (That is, if the word "primal" can be used in the context of horticulture. I say it can.) Witness:the joy of a job half-done. The best part is I'm getting paid to do this. The second best part is I finally found a use for those safety goggles I stole from Lucent Labs.

( Highly Scientific Ratings for the Political Ads at moveon.org )

I just wasted three hours of my life.

Today's PSA Brought to You Through the Power of Stupidity

So today I got frustrated by the larger branches that just would. Not. Be cut! and swung the chainsaw a little too wildly. Long story short: I half cut through the tip of my left index finger. Doctor said the stitches should be out in a week and I should regain feeling in a month. I lucked out, basically.

( But at least now I can see the humor in this situation? )