Self Mutilation

my split tongue is almost all back together. admittedly it was only 10mm i cut into it but the speed at which it healed up really surprised me. what surprised a few others was that i sliced my tongue with a stanley blade in the first place. Bulbgirl is among the surprised. she said she'd leave me if i did it, but did not. to her it is akin to self mutilation but i see it as aesthetically appealing. admittedly it's not for everyone, but pierced ears won't suit everyone either. some tongues are nicer than others.

also Bulbgirl ratted on me; to my mother! strength in numbers i think is her plan. >.< she (my mother) felt "sick to her stomach" when she heard about what her number 2 son was up to. a difficult conundrum this, should one listen to partner, parents, siblings and friends and not modify my body in any way, or should i listen to that little voice inside? if i follow their advice will there always be a little niggling doubt, what if...?


should a person even ask somebody else not to change and lay on a guilt trip if they do otherwise? obviously they say these things because they love me and don't want to see me hurt (or bleed to death). my thinking at the moment is that i should wait for it to heal a little more and get it done professionally. i'll keep you posted. for now ...gotta split. *groan*

Web linking people Together

this video i found on on Seth Godin's blog is by Michael Wesch, and shows us how the web can link people together, getting us to:

rethink a few things, rethink copyright, rethink authorship, rethink identity, rethink ethics, rethink aesthetics, rethink rhetorics, rethink governance, rethink privacy, rethink commerce, rethink love, rethink family, rethink ourselves.

i really like the way it's just seems to wash over you, starting out with a hand using a pencil and erasing what it wrote, and then switches to show us hypertext linking here and there, before showing us yahoo over 10 years back.


plus it's got a cool tune.

Bulbboy speaks with Forked Tongue

tatoos, earrings, nose-rings, studs, extreme body modifications, none of the aforementioned do i have. so far all i have is a minor body modification: a forked tongue that is no longer forked.

possibly since seeing the first xmen movie, when one of the younger students sticks out his (bifurcated) tongue in response to a girl sticking her tongue at him, has the idea been implanted in my head: wouldn't that be cool.

maybe i should have gone to a professional place but it seemed like a simple 'operation'. i sliced only 10 mm into the tip of my tongue, but unfortunately my body has healed itself and the two sides have gone back together. the newly formed scar tissue (or should that be scab?) inside the mouth is lighter in colour and resembles a little wedge of beeswax at the moment. i'm not near a camera right now but i'll be sure to post a pic if i can get a good one.

the day after i did it i had to pull the sides apart as sides started to weld themselves back together, but now they have almost totally come back together. i think i'll wait until the tongue totally heals before trying again to slice it in two again.

how did you manage to do that? asked a co-worker. with a stanley blade, of course. this wasn't the response she expected, i could tell. rather than the result of an accident or biting my tongue in my sleep, doing it on purpose seems a bit crazy to some. no more than piercing your ears or nose in my opinion but maybe, just maybe, body mods should be left to the professionals.

warning: bulbboy does not recommend anyone slicing their tongue or other body bits with a sharp implement.

A Final Farewell

today (1st feb) our friend Christine was buried. there was a funeral mass first with standing room only. many of her schoolfriends were there. the church had light spilling in from both sides. it was quite possibly the most brightly (day)lit church i've set foot in. many have a gothic gloomy nature but this gave quite a different mood.

her parents requested that people wear some item of green clothing, as that was Christine's favourite colour. obviously there was still mostly black on show, but it was good to see more flashes of colour than you normally see at funerals.

the priest's voice reminded me of John Hannah in 4 weddings and a funeral.

during the mass the organist played i watch the sunrise. i remember at hymn practice as a young boy, a teacher with a glass eye would always request this hymn. he never got bored of it. i was bored of it as a child but i love it now.



the sound of Bruddah Iz (Israel Kamakawiwo' Ole) singing over the rainbow came out over the speakers. the sound of the ukelele was so soft that it sounded as if he was actually there using a microphone. that song is a tearjerker on it's own, but in the emotionally charged church, if there were any dry eyes, they didn't stay dry for long.

a beautiful song for a beautiful person. rest in peace christine.