...cut it off and throw it away.

Man Cuts Off, Microwaves His Own Hand

HAYDEN, Idaho - A man who believed he bore the "mark of the beast" used a circular saw to cut off one hand, then he cooked it in the microwave and called 911, authorities said.

The man, in his mid-20s, was calm when Kootenai County sheriff's deputies arrived Saturday in this northern Idaho town. He was in protective custody in the mental health unit of Kootenai Medical Center.

"It had been somewhat cooked by the time the deputy arrived," sheriff's Capt. Ben Wolfinger said. "He put a tourniquet on his arm before, so he didn't bleed to death. That kind of mental illness is just sad."

It was not immediately clear whether the man has a history of mental illness. Hospital spokeswoman Lisa Johnson would not say whether an attempt was made to reattach the hand, citing patient confidentiality.

The Book of Revelation in the New Testament contains a passage in which an angel is quoted as saying: "If anyone worships the beast and his image and receives his mark on the forehead or on the hand, he, too, will drink the wine of God's fury."

The book of Matthew also contains the passage: "And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell."

Wolfinger said he didn't know which hand was amputated.

Xit, I saw a saw around
here somewhere.

No mirowave, though.

I'll have to simmer it
in the crock pot.

You bear the mark
on your fore-
head, rite?

The mark is right on his soiled ass!

Expect
rump roast?

Is that a California wine?

The mark on my
forehead is my
Perma Bindi.

The one on my ass
is a reminder that
hell is on earth.

Me?

No, my angel.

Look out the window
and weep at all you
don't see.

I never thought of my severe myopia as a blessing. Until just now.

See!

Still doing battle with the yard sale next door today.
The house next door and an apartment below us are up for rent.
The yard sale seems to be a more potent hick attractant than Budweiser.
Like bitch scent for rednecks.
To discourage rentals, I am blasting IranRadio nonstop ("Your Radio! PersianPop!")
Holding down the fort.

I need a copy of that for when the house next door hits the market.

iTunes radio, baby.

Oh My Goodness, be stopping the car!
Do you not hear the music?
His name be praised, I was not thinking we would find a home in this den of infidels, but Lo!
His music has guided us to this place!
This is where we will create the explosion the whole world will remember!

Meet yr new
neighbors.
Best not let 'em
flame your
absinthe.

um... market?

Prolly means ethnic
market. Mud slides
and that kinda thing.

Never know when
you'll need a new
soundtrack for a
natural disaster.

We still have one, for the moment.

Bad idea, you might get the place burned down. Try opera, that usually does the trick.

Finally some people who might be interested in discussing my work on anti-Muslim prejudice.


I see enough flaming from my boyfriend.

Fuck.
I get homesick so easily.

Lay it on me, and more.
I'm like the fuckin' phoenix, yo.

Actually, I've got a vile infection in my tonsil,
so I'm less like the phoenix these days and more like the Komodo dragon.

Eek! A friend of mine had that, her tonsil looked all grey, huge and pustulent and what not. Penicillin, pronto!

It's impressively disgusting, I'll warrant you.
I'm anti-antibiotic, though.
I'll walk it off.

I'm still not running on "full," but I am finally rid of the tonsilloliths.

Thanks for the link.
Oral smegma stones.

I'm cummin' home
to coat those fuckers
w/"medicine" soon...

They're fine now. Really.

We can pretend.

How very romantic.

The very basis
of romance is
pretending.

Sounds like you're digging yourself in deeper.

...but getting on...

Me too.

I'm feeling the romance.
Just because you've been gone so long,
you can use one of my
tube socks.

Or pretend to.

Whatever works for us.