Basket.

Here I am, in the middle of yet another waterlogged afternoon, waiting for the day to end and tommorrow to come along with the weekend in tow.

Anyway, this is a post that is going to be filled with much angry ranting, and for it I will impose a moratorium on the "decreased swearing" pledge, because fuck, am I bloody pissed.

I like to think that I am not someone who takes offence easily, but there are some issues that I am very touchy about. I see nothing wrong with that whatsoever, because hey, isn't virtually everyone like that?

One of the a/m... I mean, abovementioned is my finger and the accident that mangled it. No, I don't mind having being made fun of for it and all the jokes about "pity, that was a finger you used so often" or "eee it is so short now", but I absolutely draw the line at people who dare to make even the slightest suggestion that I somehow intentionally caused it in order to... get an easier time for myself in NS.

And of course, someone has been doing just that.

I had heard murmurings for months, of course, but I didn't pay much attention to them. When you put it in writing up on your own personal blog, which I just so happen to peruse every so often, however...

I will not name the bugger and for now I will not take it up personally with him. The most I'll actually do is have a nice talk because my nature is not to antagonise others, although I have flown off the handle more than once in the past over very minor things - all mistakes which I have apologised for.

In any case, what I want to say is that anyone who holds within whatever is in their noggins (because it sure as fucking hell is not brains) the notion that I intentionally caused injury to myself is gravely mistaken. Or an idiot. Or a fucker. Or all three.

Because look here, it fucking hurt. And that is no hyperbole there. It was fucking painful, it really was, the whole process. Can you imagine getting god-only-knows-how-many nylon stitches cut out of your finger without a single drop of anaesthetic in your blood? It will teach you the true meaning of pain if nothing else has. Then there was five months of hand therapy which was rarely pleasant. And well, there is the fact that I've lost a fingertip, permanently, and my left middle finger will never look anything close to normal again. Or maybe, how about the fact that it may never recover its previous strength and definitely will never recover its previous feeling?

Think, fucker. Two years of NS - rest of life, decades. Why in the world would I penalise myself for the rest of my life just to get a better existence over a year and a half? It was a fucking accident, so stop that shit about the "chun wee mtd" and "should start learning from chun wee".

But if you really want to, fucking System 82 is in the fucking garage anytime. You are most welcome, as far as I am concerned, to make your way down there in your own free time and stick any of your fingers under Jack 4. Then maybe you will shut the fuck up and we can all live happily ever after.

If I hear any more of this nonsense, we'll have a nice chat, and if I hear any more after that, I will take a leaf from your good friend's book and take this up to higher authority. Consider that a warning to think before you write.