look out!

look out, bushes, there's a new sheriff in town. i've got no idea what i'm doing, but, by golly, i'm gonna do it!

before:

after:

well...there would've been an after...if, in the purest of absent minded moments, i had not decided test the hedge trimmers to see if they, at an idle speed, could be stopped by my soft fleshy finger. again, i say absent minded because i never in my right mind would do such a stupid thing. except for the fact that i did, impulsively. the second the thought entered my brain, my finger was there to test it out. and the second the pain seared through my fingertip, into my hand, coursing up my arm, i couldn't believe what i had just done.

as the blood gushed freely, a few distinct thoughts raced through my mind, none of which was to get the 'after' picture: (1) "self, what were you thinking /why weren't you thinking?" (2) "this is going to put a damper on finishing this job" and (3) "i'm gonna be needing a band-aid".

my brother just walked in, waving the four-foot antenae to his airplane remote control, randomly pushing levers and buttons and triggers. "i'm controlling myself!!", he said.

yeah, i think he's got it. maybe we all just need to start controlling ourselves. maybe i just need to start controlling myself. quit sticking my finger in hedging shears, so to speak.