Blood on the keyboard
Cats: Uncategorized|This is true.
The letters T,R,G,F,B,V are stained red this morning with my very rare AB- blood. Never mind the metaphorical blood spilled on this typist’s keyboard over the years.
Yesterday I took off one side of my left index finger while chopping carrots. I quickly re-attached the flap of skin and applied pressure to stop the bleeding.
Then I bandaged it up. Apparently it wasn’t enough. The bleeding did eventually stop. I haven’t yet removed the bandage.
I’m now typing without my left index finger.
Later I will clean the keys off so if you see a post that looks like this:
ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
or this:
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
it’s just me cleaning the blood off my keyboard.
I’m thinking I should put some lyrics to this and sell it to Bob Dylan.
Can anyone help me with lyrics for this piece?
February 11th, 2009 at 12:12 pm
Eeek! I hope you’re able to type with it today. So you don’t have any more chopping incidents…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPKtBM99kAc
Hilarious.
February 11th, 2009 at 4:28 pm
Yikes! Make sure you disinfect that keyboard.
BTW my bloodtype is AB+
… the universal acceptor.
Here’s a hint for some lyrics. When my eldest daughter was little, she whacked her leg. Nothing serious, but she used the pain to write the following song, “Bone, I hurt my bone.”
February 12th, 2009 at 3:38 am
(in slow bluesy, smoky voice)
Blood on the tracks,
Blood on the keyboard.
Blood on the tracks,
Blood on the keyboard.
I can’t reach my cocktails and snacks,
You gotta he’p me Oh Lord!
(blues guitar solo followed by two verses that compare the pain of your finger with the broken hearts of the world and poverty in Africa)
I don’t think Mr. Dylan will buy it but Bono is on the phone for the movie rights.
Doc
February 12th, 2009 at 1:44 pm
Dang, call you Daniella Day Lewis, because there will be blood and…
…eh, I got nuthin’.
February 13th, 2009 at 8:00 am
Allison – ha, too funny.
Cube we are a rare breed. And my keyboard too.
Doc, brilliant. Thank you. I can total hear it in the bluesy smokey voice.
Cormac, Daniella, perfect. Or a character in the gothic flick the carrot-knife massacre.
February 13th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
In the dark of night
Your love is thrown away
So be careful of knives
In the light of day
Accusations are hard to make
When you can’t point finger
But the blood on your keyboard
Shows the pain still lingers
Leave your screams of agony
Leave your need to eviscerate
You need warm arms around you
And in love to commiserate
Accusations are hard to make
When you can’t point finger
But the blood on your keyboard
Shows the pain still lingers
February 14th, 2009 at 10:39 am
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