entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

I went back to play soccer last week, as i'd been jonesing to play and i felt my right thumb was well enough to handle it.  Last Wednesday i was pretty rusty, but i was pretty good on Thursday.  Today i was pretty good until one of my opponents kicked my left thumb out of joint.  Have a look or two if you have a strong stomach.

Kimmy took me to the emergency room and, well, there's not much to do.  I'm in a splint, it's swollen, and i'm depressed because not only will i be out for another month, but i am seriously considering quitting.

I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

I don't know why that bit of W. H. Auden popped into my head for this entry's subject.  That's what my look suggested.  I'm rather pleased with this selfportrait, especially because it's a phonecam shot.

OK, so it's really Alex Lifeson's adaptation of Auden's work.  So sue me.

Can anyone provide a translation for the above characters?  Hmm, now that i look at it, it looks like the one on the left is upside-down...

(As opposed to prehaste?  It's an odd word.)

(Oh, post as in mail.  Got it.)

Some time ago, we moved out of our cage at Savvis (what used to be known as Exodus's building SC-5).  In the area next to us (which is where i gashed my leg some time ago), there was, inexplicably, a roll of toilet paper.

I don't know if there's any connection to the sign in the men's bathroom pictured below.

Seen in the bathroom of the Cupertino Pizza My Heart.

Last night, in a "winner takes the division" showdown, i called for a ball, but my defender failed to hear me, kicked it away and bent back my thumb in the process, then ran through and kneed me in the head for good measure.  And then we lost the game by a goal.  Not the best of days...

This picture managed to capture the beauty and the sweetness that i see in my wife every day.  I wish that i'd had a better camera on hand.