I Ain't Got Time To Bleed

M had to drive D.Cyclone to the airport this morning so it was an early day for both of us.

A few days ago (Tuesday, I think) Mush dive-bombed me on the couch, dug in his claws and launched onto the floor, leaving a 5-inch bleeder on my chest.

It is healing up with this awesome red scab that looks totally hardcore. Since

a) Crappy D does not illustrate this scratch nearly hardcore enough

b) No one needs to see my chest this early in the morning

I have instead chosen this visual representation of the injury using Sonny Landham's "Billy" character from Predator, one of the most "GYAAAARGH!!!" movies of all time.

Every time I see this movie I wish I had insect-style mandibles. I mean, girls would not be so enamored with them, but come on, mandibles? They freakin' rock. "Hey, I wish I had grasping appendages on the horizontal plane for getting food into my mouth. Oh wait, I do." Jaws are so modem. Mandibles, man. That's where it's at. Word.