Dear FEARnet,
Today's post may sum up the whole reason you shouldn't give me a blog. I get bored and post pictures of my blood-spattered keyboard. I wish I could say it was the result of a Delta Blues-style "practice until your fingers bleed" kind of situation, but it's just me being clumsy cutting cabbage with a santoku knife. The cut's now 24 hours old and still squirting stronger than a Band-Aid's ability to contain it. About to resort to the John Rambo method of cauterization by gunpowder.
