I got a late start today, due to my having had way too much fun at Carly's book party last night, so here's something to keep you amused while I'm recovering:
I'm not sure if I should be proud or ashamed of the fact that I've burned the nerve endings off of my fingertips through years of handling 12K Par scrims.
There's a longer version on YouTube, in which I attempt to prove, with a shaky boom up (my knees aren't what they once were), that the stove's burner is indeed lit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzbtkiSXe9s
4 comments:
You are very brave. I'd never dare try that myself.
Peter
Iron Rails & Iron Weights
Yeah, my husband has asbestos hands too. Comes in handy when we barbecue.
Difference between Pride and Shame:
One's found in books by Jane Austen.
The other's found in Thomas Hardy.
Je-sus, Peggy!
You should put as a dating profile: "Yes, I'm a direct descendant of Prometheus and I was weened on asbestos. My hobbies include fire-walking, not "coal" or "ember-walking," but fire-walking. Drinking gasoline with a nitro chaser. And hanging out at Barney's Beanery on the weekends, where I do three shows a day as the "Human Spatula."
Turkey bacon?
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