Pointless Experiments
Pavlov's Frog writes: I once spent 20 minutes with my eyes closed to see what it was like being blind. I smashed my knee on the kitchen cupboard, and decided I'd be better off deaf as you can still watch television.
( , Thu 24 Jul 2008, 12:00)
Pavlov's Frog writes: I once spent 20 minutes with my eyes closed to see what it was like being blind. I smashed my knee on the kitchen cupboard, and decided I'd be better off deaf as you can still watch television.
( , Thu 24 Jul 2008, 12:00)
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glue gun
In the early eighties, my Dad got a glue gun which intrigued me. He then set about the house finding items that needed fixing to be repaired. 'How does the glue gun work Dad?' I asked and he proceeded to regail me with details of how a solid stick of glue goes in the top and gets melted and comes out the bottom as sticky molten glue.
Fine.
So I watch for a while and during a toilet break, when Dad was off crimping some cable, I decide to conduct an experiment; was the sticky molten run-off from the glue gun particularly hot? What did I use for the test - the cat's paw? my brother's finger? Nope, my very own index finger on my right hand. So I gingerly touch the stuff and sweet jesus it was hot. I was in pain the likes of which I had never before encountered. The rest of the family was in the lounge watching telly and could see me so I had to hide the pain as best I could, so I calmly walk through to the hall and sprint up the stairs... to the bathroom.... and Dad hasn't finished yet.
Eventually he exits the bathroom so I find myself rinsing my finger with cold water in an atmosphere of mixed effluent gases from Dad that you could barely see through.
And the glue won't come off.
I then switched to soothing warm water and tried furiously to rub off the glue from my fingertip. I eventually had to wrench the glue off, along with about three layers of skin in silent torment with my younger brother knocking on the bathroom door repeatedly asking if I had finished yet.... I looked down at my finger and there was an evil bloody crater in the tip which took six weeks to heal, giving a scar which finally disappeared a decade later.
I look back on this time with a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment, but my friends liked the story and aftermath a couple of days later.
( , Fri 25 Jul 2008, 12:45, 1 reply)
In the early eighties, my Dad got a glue gun which intrigued me. He then set about the house finding items that needed fixing to be repaired. 'How does the glue gun work Dad?' I asked and he proceeded to regail me with details of how a solid stick of glue goes in the top and gets melted and comes out the bottom as sticky molten glue.
Fine.
So I watch for a while and during a toilet break, when Dad was off crimping some cable, I decide to conduct an experiment; was the sticky molten run-off from the glue gun particularly hot? What did I use for the test - the cat's paw? my brother's finger? Nope, my very own index finger on my right hand. So I gingerly touch the stuff and sweet jesus it was hot. I was in pain the likes of which I had never before encountered. The rest of the family was in the lounge watching telly and could see me so I had to hide the pain as best I could, so I calmly walk through to the hall and sprint up the stairs... to the bathroom.... and Dad hasn't finished yet.
Eventually he exits the bathroom so I find myself rinsing my finger with cold water in an atmosphere of mixed effluent gases from Dad that you could barely see through.
And the glue won't come off.
I then switched to soothing warm water and tried furiously to rub off the glue from my fingertip. I eventually had to wrench the glue off, along with about three layers of skin in silent torment with my younger brother knocking on the bathroom door repeatedly asking if I had finished yet.... I looked down at my finger and there was an evil bloody crater in the tip which took six weeks to heal, giving a scar which finally disappeared a decade later.
I look back on this time with a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment, but my friends liked the story and aftermath a couple of days later.
( , Fri 25 Jul 2008, 12:45, 1 reply)
Ow.
I did this once, but by accident. I tried resisting picking it but eventually had to take the skin off my finger. Fucking painful.
( , Fri 25 Jul 2008, 13:53, closed)
I did this once, but by accident. I tried resisting picking it but eventually had to take the skin off my finger. Fucking painful.
( , Fri 25 Jul 2008, 13:53, closed)
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