Except the ones who are dead

I had plans to sit down last night and cough up a proper blog post, but I think we can agree that I make all sorts of plans that don't pan out. Last night's excuse: I managed a stellar head-bash into an off-balance built-in vintage cabinet door that sprang free from its ancient hair-twistie fastener and drifted silently open while I wasn't looking.

And soon I will have a bisected right eyebrow scar to compliment the overscoring scar on my left eyebrow, a scar which I acquired in Portland a few years ago during a knife-fight with a pirate. As you may recall.

This one's not so bad. I didn't go to the ER or anything, not because I'm a total badass (though I am, natch) but because it was not required. This is not a 2.somethingoranother-inch long pressure break; this is half an inch at the outside, and it stopped bleeding on its own. The black eye and the headache are just gravy.

In short, I will survive.
But I've been busy and/or bleeding, and I haven't felt much like blogging.