@pmarin I was with a small group of other similarly aged kids on the Keystone ice rink (frozen lake) in Colorado. Snow had just fallen, and we were on our hands and knees, pushing the snow into a big pile for the guy in the Bobcat skid-steer to sweep off the ice. The girl in front of me backed up unexpectedly and one of her ice blades went right into my face. It just missed my eye, otherwise I might have lost my stereo vision! I felt no pain until someone showed me a mirror. That was well over 20 years ago, and the scar is still there, albeit barely visible now.
Scout winter “camp” (cabin near a frozen pond). Me and the klutz kid are the last two left on the pond. I’m sat down on the ice starting to untie my skates. With the whole empty pond, klutz skates right next to me, and trips on the ice somehow. Of course while he’s flailing and trying to catch his balance, he stomps on my right hand with a skate blade. He gashes the middle two fingers between the and 1st & 2nd knuckles. Chaos and bleeding ensue.
I’m yelling at him to help me change out of my skates and into my boots so I can go back to the cabin for some first aid. But he has seen MY blood and gone into shock. He now resembles a gelatinous cube in intelligence and action. So I have to finish unlacing the skates and lacing up my boots with 1.5 hands. I leave him immobile on the ice.
Back at the cabin, Dad checks me out, and bandages me up. No serious damage done, but I got a couple of odd scars (mostly faded now).
Someone asks: “Where’s Klutz?” I snap something like: “Don’t know, don’t care, I left him standing on the pond.” He showed up much later. No idea if he came out of his coma, or if someone had to go retrieve him.
There are labels, but this guy (the whole family really) got his the old fashioned way: he earned it.
I didn’t see it myself, but headed out for a family vacation, they tried to reenact the dog scene from “Family Vacation” (decades before the movie). Fortunately neighbors got them stopped before the end of the street, but they said the poor little dog’s legs had about been run off.
Latest scar was from doing ringside photography for pro wrestling. I’m a meat shield for the front row when it’s death match time and as big as my DSLR is, it can’t block everything. Had a shard of a fluorescent light tube bounce off me last week
It’s like MMA had a love child with BDSM, which was then raised by its WWE stepdad. I wonder how well it gets along with its Fight Club half-brother.
I can tell that they’re definitely showing restraint in their attacks — not trying to outright murder each other — but they’re very purposely causing visible injury. (Does this count as blading?) And they’re careful to not stab with the lights, since that would be dangerously unpredictable. And a bed of nails is not likely to be lethal, but would certainly still hurt a lot.
All I can really say is that some people have a very different relationship with pain (and apparently gore) than I do.
But we already knew that, what with all the different types of horror movies that I don’t bother with.
Having looked around a bit (but only a very little bit), as near as I can tell they use genuine light bulbs tubes and just pretend that the mercury isn’t a problem. Or inhaling the fluorescent powder, or shards of glass in the eyes, or a hundred other things.
It’s funny that we’ve been trained that mercury is such a toxic thing, and then others are rolling around in it. (probably what’s a bigger disparity is the worry about mercury in lights and the actual amount of mercury in lights, but that’s a rabbit-hole of research for another day)
@xobzoo The mercury content in modern fluorescents is small enough that many municipal hazardous waste centers now state that tossing them in the household waste is OK.
@xobzoo Honestly, don’t worry about terms with “blading” and yeah, the goal of death match is to create spectacle, much like with all of pro wrestling. Get the crowd excited, make them question themselves, make a twist, have them go home happy from seeing something they’ve never expected. For the comparison to horror movies, yes, there is a strong shock/fear factor. When a wrestler makes you empathize with them, you don’t want to see them harmed unless the wrestler has flipped the script and gone from a hero you don’t want to see harmed to seeing a hero who is unstoppable in the face of danger. It’s all in how the wrestlers grab your attention and sympathies.
The six-fingered man gave me this as a warning, so I swore that I would devote my entire life to revenge, and then the bastard died crossing the road outside Madrid; he was run over by seventeen enraged sheep, trampled to death.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get sheep that angry at a specific person?
@werehatrack Of course I do, hehehe, you should see the on the Victim’s face, Sorry , the innocent person’s face when they realize the sheep are coming after them with rage in their eyes.
Haw haw x20.
With the correct motivation… it is possible !
Real story: Skiing injury. Kind-of hard to explain most people think I just have a huge pimple on underside of my chin, Even my wife forgets even though I told her many times. It’s not a pimple damnit!
End of day run in heavy wet Lake Tahoe area snow. Decided to go for it on final run of the day. Caught an edge (and by the way those ski edges were sharp) on thick snow, I think I was on 190cm GS skiis, probably not ideal for conditions, After a fall noticed red stuff all over the snow. Anyway long ski story short, a part of my chin sliced off by aforementioned very sharp stainless steel ski edges, but was able to have it stitched back into place but never the same again. And it’s such a cool combat story but to this day most people still think it’s just a big pimple. So sad.
Weimaraner!
Don’t get me wrong, I love this breed, we had them when I was growing up. And, as such, I should have been aware of their intense protection of their family …
In our late teens we hung out at a friends house that was tolerate of a bunch of 17 yr old wannabe hippies, they had a Weimaraner, beautiful female named Greta. Her main BFF was the mother of the house, and she would position herself on the back steps of the house every evening waiting for her to come home from work.
I thought she knew me well enough to not be a threat, so as I was leaving the house out that way I reached down to give her a pat, and she was in intense waiting for mom mode, and she turned around and up and bit me in the face. Youch! Complete dual canine penetration through my right cheek, after which she gave me this WTF look and went back to her guardian mode.
Others in the house freaked out and called 911 or whatever it was way back then, which unfortunately resulted in the local animal control coming and taking poor Greta in for observation for rabies or anti-social tendencies or whatever. No big deal on the bite, a tetanus shot and some stitches but I still have the scars - I felt like shit for the 4 weeks she was held, and I called the facility every other day to be sure they hadn’t sent her off to the gas chamber. Very relieved when she was finally returned to the family, but she and the house mom always gave the side-eye when I came over after that.
There used to be a German Shepard scar on my cheek that’s all HEELed, but that’s not what I came here to STAY. I mean, say.
When I was about a year old, I was crawling pretty fast and caught my left eyelid on a shelf support. You know those adjustable things that clip into brackets on the wall that have a hook on the end that keeps the shelf from falling off? The scar runs from my eye lashes almost up to my eye brow. There’s a small gap in my lashes.
My Sixth Grade teacher, Mr. Ryan, often had “armpit talks” out in the hallway where he would lecture miscreants such as myself and other boys while leaning over us with one arm up against the door frame so all we could concentrate on was his armpit – he wore short-sleeve button-down shirts – and never listen to a word he said. He had plenty of time to study my eyelid scar during his armpit talks. One day, he decided to make my scar the subject of a Twenty Questions game. No one guessed it (duh) and when he revealed what the thing was, I was completely embarrassed.
@PooltoyWolf Nah. He was weird, and color blind (always wore purple and green because those colors looked good to him), but he really was a great teacher; one of my favorites. Who isn’t weird in some way?
@DonBirren I had a high school science teacher that was missing party of one finger. Of course kids always wanted to know want happened, and he was happy to oblige. The only problem is he never told the same story twice!
Large electric keyboard leg, right above my eye in the brow. Another in the middle of my forehead from a record cabinet, my brother was chasing me and i slipped on the wood floor (socks).
I have one chickenpox scar, but the one with the long dramatic (stupid) story is a faint line on my forehead - I’m surprised it doesn’t show much. (One of my doctors said that I heal well when I complimented her on the almost invisible scar from a surgery elsewhere on my body.)
A few years ago I had huge icicles that formed in front of my back patio sliding door. I went out and tried to break them off, but I was worried about shattering that glass door, so I hooked one with a rake and pulled it towards me. A broken chunk the size of a coke can flew off and hit me in the forehead and I started gushing blood like a character in a horror movie. Alone in the house, I tried just washing it and then kind of pulling the gash closed with one of those giant bandaids. And it worked! But I was SO LUCKY it didn’t hit my eye. And I really felt like an idiot explaining why I had a giant bandaid on my forehead for a couple of weeks.
I broke my nose open when I was three years old on the corner of a coffee table and got to ride in an ambulance to get stitches because my mom was napping and my 11 year old sister called 911 instead of waking her up.
@blaineg So far none of that has left a visible scar for me, and I’ve had two sessions that accomplished a significant amount of remodeling. YMMV. If you need a facial plastic surgeon, I know of two that I can recommend.
@werehatrack Oh, no complaints. The first was a suspicious mole removal by the family doc when I was a kid. I’m not even sure which side it was on now.
The second was some skin cancer a few years ago, and a plastic surgeon did that one. It’s unnoticeable unless you know what to look for.
My cousin and I got into a fight and she threw a brick at me. Just missed my eye and I got a few stitches. It does not show much and is small enough that nobody asks. Only got stitches because it was on my face. We were about 2 and 3 at the time.
You should see the other guy
An ice skate blade to the face when I was about 10 years old. (No, really.)
@PooltoyWolf kind-of want to know more. But yeah recalling my sharp ski-edge story (below) brought back a lot of memories.
Worst thing is that you can’t just put a sticker on it saying “Cool sports injury!”
@pmarin I was with a small group of other similarly aged kids on the Keystone ice rink (frozen lake) in Colorado. Snow had just fallen, and we were on our hands and knees, pushing the snow into a big pile for the guy in the Bobcat skid-steer to sweep off the ice. The girl in front of me backed up unexpectedly and one of her ice blades went right into my face. It just missed my eye, otherwise I might have lost my stereo vision! I felt no pain until someone showed me a mirror. That was well over 20 years ago, and the scar is still there, albeit barely visible now.
@pmarin @PooltoyWolf
Whoa!
@PooltoyWolf That’s the scars on my fingers.
Scout winter “camp” (cabin near a frozen pond). Me and the klutz kid are the last two left on the pond. I’m sat down on the ice starting to untie my skates. With the whole empty pond, klutz skates right next to me, and trips on the ice somehow. Of course while he’s flailing and trying to catch his balance, he stomps on my right hand with a skate blade. He gashes the middle two fingers between the and 1st & 2nd knuckles. Chaos and bleeding ensue.
I’m yelling at him to help me change out of my skates and into my boots so I can go back to the cabin for some first aid. But he has seen MY blood and gone into shock. He now resembles a gelatinous cube in intelligence and action. So I have to finish unlacing the skates and lacing up my boots with 1.5 hands. I leave him immobile on the ice.
Back at the cabin, Dad checks me out, and bandages me up. No serious damage done, but I got a couple of odd scars (mostly faded now).
Someone asks: “Where’s Klutz?” I snap something like: “Don’t know, don’t care, I left him standing on the pond.” He showed up much later. No idea if he came out of his coma, or if someone had to go retrieve him.
There are labels, but this guy (the whole family really) got his the old fashioned way: he earned it.
I didn’t see it myself, but headed out for a family vacation, they tried to reenact the dog scene from “Family Vacation” (decades before the movie). Fortunately neighbors got them stopped before the end of the street, but they said the poor little dog’s legs had about been run off.
@blaineg I guess ice blades and stupid people don’t mix! I haven’t seen the movie scene, so I’m not familiar with that one.
@PooltoyWolf
Trust me, you don’t want to.
@PooltoyWolf @werehatrack Nothing is actually shown as I remember, but the cop says: the poor dog probably kept up for the first mile or so.
My klutz and family had put their dog’s leash on the trailer ball while they were loading up.
@blaineg @werehatrack OMG…
Latest scar was from doing ringside photography for pro wrestling. I’m a meat shield for the front row when it’s death match time and as big as my DSLR is, it can’t block everything. Had a shard of a fluorescent light tube bounce off me last week
@hpph A shard of a fluorescent light? Does that happen often? Is anyone concerned about the mercury you’ve all been exposed to now?
@xobzoo I keep forgetting how niche deathmatch wrestling is but your favorite wrestler definitely enjoys watching deathmatch wrestling.
Warning - videos below will contain blood if it’s not your thing, you’re more than free to NOT click
@hpph Wow.
It’s like MMA had a love child with BDSM, which was then raised by its WWE stepdad. I wonder how well it gets along with its Fight Club half-brother.
I can tell that they’re definitely showing restraint in their attacks — not trying to outright murder each other — but they’re very purposely causing visible injury. (Does this count as blading?) And they’re careful to not stab with the lights, since that would be dangerously unpredictable. And a bed of nails is not likely to be lethal, but would certainly still hurt a lot.
All I can really say is that some people have a very different relationship with pain (and apparently gore) than I do.
But we already knew that, what with all the different types of horror movies that I don’t bother with.
Having looked around a bit (but only a very little bit), as near as I can tell they use genuine light
bulbstubes and just pretend that the mercury isn’t a problem. Or inhaling the fluorescent powder, or shards of glass in the eyes, or a hundred other things.It’s funny that we’ve been trained that mercury is such a toxic thing, and then others are rolling around in it. (probably what’s a bigger disparity is the worry about mercury in lights and the actual amount of mercury in lights, but that’s a rabbit-hole of research for another day)
@xobzoo The mercury content in modern fluorescents is small enough that many municipal hazardous waste centers now state that tossing them in the household waste is OK.
@xobzoo Honestly, don’t worry about terms with “blading” and yeah, the goal of death match is to create spectacle, much like with all of pro wrestling. Get the crowd excited, make them question themselves, make a twist, have them go home happy from seeing something they’ve never expected. For the comparison to horror movies, yes, there is a strong shock/fear factor. When a wrestler makes you empathize with them, you don’t want to see them harmed unless the wrestler has flipped the script and gone from a hero you don’t want to see harmed to seeing a hero who is unstoppable in the face of danger. It’s all in how the wrestlers grab your attention and sympathies.
The six-fingered man gave me this as a warning, so I swore that I would devote my entire life to revenge, and then the bastard died crossing the road outside Madrid; he was run over by seventeen enraged sheep, trampled to death.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get sheep that angry at a specific person?
@werehatrack Of course I do, hehehe, you should see the on the Victim’s face, Sorry
, the innocent person’s face when they realize the sheep are coming after them with rage in their eyes.
Haw haw x20.
With the correct motivation… it is possible !
@werehatrack 17 sheep sounds oddly specific.
@blaineg
Real story: Skiing injury. Kind-of hard to explain most people think I just have a huge pimple on underside of my chin, Even my wife forgets even though I told her many times. It’s not a pimple damnit!
End of day run in heavy wet Lake Tahoe area snow. Decided to go for it on final run of the day. Caught an edge (and by the way those ski edges were sharp) on thick snow, I think I was on 190cm GS skiis, probably not ideal for conditions, After a fall noticed red stuff all over the snow. Anyway long ski story short, a part of my chin sliced off by aforementioned very sharp stainless steel ski edges, but was able to have it stitched back into place but never the same again. And it’s such a cool combat story but to this day most people still think it’s just a big pimple. So sad.
By some small miracle I don’t have any scars on my face. Now my arms and legs thanks to bicycling are another story.
@yakkoTDI Btw, so do I! But I do have a great sheep story to tell…
Chickenpox.
Wolverine!
@somf69 I warned you about messing with the mustelids when you were drinking.
Weimaraner!
Don’t get me wrong, I love this breed, we had them when I was growing up. And, as such, I should have been aware of their intense protection of their family …
In our late teens we hung out at a friends house that was tolerate of a bunch of 17 yr old wannabe hippies, they had a Weimaraner, beautiful female named Greta. Her main BFF was the mother of the house, and she would position herself on the back steps of the house every evening waiting for her to come home from work.
I thought she knew me well enough to not be a threat, so as I was leaving the house out that way I reached down to give her a pat, and she was in intense waiting for mom mode, and she turned around and up and bit me in the face. Youch! Complete dual canine penetration through my right cheek, after which she gave me this WTF look and went back to her guardian mode.
Others in the house freaked out and called 911 or whatever it was way back then, which unfortunately resulted in the local animal control coming and taking poor Greta in for observation for rabies or anti-social tendencies or whatever. No big deal on the bite, a tetanus shot and some stitches but I still have the scars - I felt like shit for the 4 weeks she was held, and I called the facility every other day to be sure they hadn’t sent her off to the gas chamber. Very relieved when she was finally returned to the family, but she and the house mom always gave the side-eye when I came over after that.
There used to be a German Shepard scar on my cheek that’s all HEELed, but that’s not what I came here to STAY. I mean, say.
When I was about a year old, I was crawling pretty fast and caught my left eyelid on a shelf support. You know those adjustable things that clip into brackets on the wall that have a hook on the end that keeps the shelf from falling off? The scar runs from my eye lashes almost up to my eye brow. There’s a small gap in my lashes.
My Sixth Grade teacher, Mr. Ryan, often had “armpit talks” out in the hallway where he would lecture miscreants such as myself and other boys while leaning over us with one arm up against the door frame so all we could concentrate on was his armpit – he wore short-sleeve button-down shirts – and never listen to a word he said. He had plenty of time to study my eyelid scar during his armpit talks. One day, he decided to make my scar the subject of a Twenty Questions game. No one guessed it (duh) and when he revealed what the thing was, I was completely embarrassed.
Mr. Ryan was weird.
@DonBirren Something to report a teacher for. Not cool.
@PooltoyWolf Nah. He was weird, and color blind (always wore purple and green because those colors looked good to him), but he really was a great teacher; one of my favorites. Who isn’t weird in some way?
@DonBirren I guess it’s hard to judge if I wasn’t there. I just frown on humiliating students.
@DonBirren I had a high school science teacher that was missing party of one finger. Of course kids always wanted to know want happened, and he was happy to oblige. The only problem is he never told the same story twice!
Large electric keyboard leg, right above my eye in the brow. Another in the middle of my forehead from a record cabinet, my brother was chasing me and i slipped on the wood floor (socks).
I have one chickenpox scar, but the one with the long dramatic (stupid) story is a faint line on my forehead - I’m surprised it doesn’t show much. (One of my doctors said that I heal well when I complimented her on the almost invisible scar from a surgery elsewhere on my body.)
A few years ago I had huge icicles that formed in front of my back patio sliding door. I went out and tried to break them off, but I was worried about shattering that glass door, so I hooked one with a rake and pulled it towards me. A broken chunk the size of a coke can flew off and hit me in the forehead and I started gushing blood like a character in a horror movie. Alone in the house, I tried just washing it and then kind of pulling the gash closed with one of those giant bandaids. And it worked! But I was SO LUCKY it didn’t hit my eye. And I really felt like an idiot explaining why I had a giant bandaid on my forehead for a couple of weeks.
@Kyeh I was standing on the corner, minding my own business, when…
Pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever.
I broke my nose open when I was three years old on the corner of a coffee table and got to ride in an ambulance to get stitches because my mom was napping and my 11 year old sister called 911 instead of waking her up.
Actually, my only facial scars were inflicted by doctors. They don’t fight fair, you’re outnumbered, and they use sedation.
@blaineg So far none of that has left a visible scar for me, and I’ve had two sessions that accomplished a significant amount of remodeling. YMMV. If you need a facial plastic surgeon, I know of two that I can recommend.
@werehatrack Oh, no complaints. The first was a suspicious mole removal by the family doc when I was a kid. I’m not even sure which side it was on now.
The second was some skin cancer a few years ago, and a plastic surgeon did that one. It’s unnoticeable unless you know what to look for.
@blaineg My brother has such a barely-perceptible skin cancer scar on his face, and he just says it’s from dueling.
@werehatrack I’ll have to use that if it ever comes up!
My toddler broke my nose with his head. Twice. Cut through the skin and left a knot on the bridge of my nose.
My cousin and I got into a fight and she threw a brick at me. Just missed my eye and I got a few stitches. It does not show much and is small enough that nobody asks. Only got stitches because it was on my face. We were about 2 and 3 at the time.
The Halloween store.