What kind of things, Pavlov?

A friend of mine plays online games and uses the username qpqpqp.

Took him a while to figure out why people were calling him ThreeDicks.

Could have been worse... he might have used: dbdbdb

The viagra triplets!

Crap I don't need. T-shirts, dresses, wall art, bags, jewelry, hair thingies, hair thingies for the kids... Things like the geek character peg people on the other hand are baffling, but I had no urge to own them myself. I just stare and wonder why anyone would spend the kind of time and energy it must require to make those things.

We can't help it.

I never spent any time on etsy. So after I read your post, I looked at the woodworking stuff over there. Most of it is complete crap, but there is some nice stuff. But it's generally priced way too low for the amount of effort that has to go into it. And it's priced way too high for the casual etsy shopper.

Seems like to be successful on etsy, you need to find something easy and very fast to make that would sell in the under $50 range. But it has to look like it's hard to make, otherwise people will just do it themselves. And it has to be appealing.

Identifying that item is the tricky part.

Guns don't kill people. Accents kill people. And monkeys too. monkeys kill people and accents kill monkeys.

what?

I hate accents. Why do I need a red pillow in my living room? I like my pillows to be complementary. "Why, that's a very nice ass you've just set upon me." Like that.

And video killed the radio star.

Helpful Hint: do not announce on the phone that you are on your way here and it 'ain't gonna be pretty.'

You really lose the element of surprise. :right:

On sunday, my Dad tried to chop a couple of fingers off with the lawn mower. Luckily, he only ended up losing the top joint of two fingers.

I've been up there for a few days helping Ma. Dad came home on Tuesday and by Wednesday (yesterday) wasn't in too much pain, so I came home to my house.

Now I'm tired. I think another early night is in order tonight.

eta: On tuesday arvo after Dad came home, we went and shifted the lawn mower (he'd asked Ma and I not to touch it because he was worried we'd fall in the dam :rolleyes: ), and loe and behold, there was one of his finger tips! It was pretty gruesome. I put it in the freezer for the boys to look at when we go up on the weekend (so they can do the mowing for Dad and a couple of other jobs that need a mans strength for, but that would be hard for a dopey idiot with one hand bandaged up, to do).

Wow! I'm glad he's not in much pain. A friend in college lost the tip of one finger and he said the pain was horrific, with all those nerve endings right there.

He said it was pretty bad for a day after the op (which was Monday), so Tuesday was the worst, but when he woke up on Wednesday it was down to a dull ache.

Dad's pretty tough though. He has a pretty high pain threshold.

When he hurts himself he's one of those who's likely to just 'rub a bit of dirt in it and get on with it', type of people.

How the hell did he ... his fingers .... mowerblade ... nevermind.

That's good teaching, and good parenting.
After that, I would trust the lads with the lawnmower, at least for a few months.


ETA: Put it in some alcohol or similar, keep it in a jar in the shed, next to the mower. just as a reminder...

I think it'll go in the rubbish after the boys have seen it. Or maybe we'll give it to the dog. lol

He says he can't figure out why he put his hand in there. He says he knows it was stupid and that it shouldn't be done, but for some reason he did it.

I don't suppose he'll ever do it again.

He's already short a toe after falling off an aluminium ladder about 10 yrs ago. now he's got two short fingers.

When we weren't sure how much of his fingers would stay on, the first thing Mav said was, "Grandad will only be able to count to 17 now".

He's a funny boy sometimes.