View From the Bushes

It's nice to see that my near-death experience with the deer garnered so many comments. My wife found out about it by reading the blog. For some reason I always forget to mention near-death experiences to her, mostly because the "near" part seems to default the story of most of its urgency. She is then (understandably) upset that I don't appear to feel it's important to let her know about these events. I'm trying to do better, but I come close to dying so often that it's hard to keep up with all of the stories.

I don't have a lot of time today because I spent the morning donating platelets. I was suppossed to donate yesterday, but there was a crisis at work involving low quality graphics and I had to put out the fire. Part of the idea was to donate at the same time as one of my friends at work, but he went without me. At some point during the donation process the needle punched through to the other side of the vein and he "infiltrated." This wouldn't have been so bad, except he has a deep phobia of blood (which he is trying to overcome through donation) and the experience left him quite shaken.

Fortunately, my donation went off without a hitch. I watched Shaun of the Dead, which was great. If you don't like lots of gore you should obviously skip it, but if that sort of thing doesn't bother you I unhesitatingly recommend this movie.

Most people are hardly distinguishable from zombies anyway
Ross