Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Guns, Germs and Steel

Barnacle Boy has a project going for school. He's designed and built a labyrinth for a Minotaur. We bought bass wood (related to balsa) and a stiff poster board. He measured the pieces (I did the cutting with an Exacto knife), painted everything in black acrylic paint, and tonight was the big assembly night. We got out the hot glue gun and went to work. With only two pieces to go, I was gluing a seam, or rather I thought it was a seam. My finger. Ouch. One large blister.

Back to work. Last piece. I pick up the gun and manage to squirt hot glue all over my hand. My hand is a mess to say the least. The Boy tried to help me bandage up the worst of the raw spots, but his sterile technique isn't so hot (and sterile wouldn't describe his hands, I'm sure). I'm now an 8-fingered typist...


  1. on the bright side, if you are using 8, you still got 6 fingers on me. I do mean to learn how to type one day... ;')

    May God's healing power swoop down upon your hands.

  2. Anonymous10:45 PM

    Hope you heal soon.

    Hmmm...my word verification was "hyper". Not me, surely?

  3. What's the saying? I felt sorry for myself when I had no shoes, until I met the man with no feet??!

    Does Google know us so well that our words are carefully chosen???

    Oh no...