How I Know God Doesn't Exist:

Have no fear, my God-loving/fearing friends...this post can be filed directly under "humor." Or possibly "garbage."

Because I don't think God would be so cruel as to put our teeth so close to very sensitive areas.

In the past 24 hours, I have managed to bite my inner cheek three times. In the same spot. The last two times within 5 minutes of one another. Ow. Like, times a thousand. OW. I mean, last night it was an inconvenience. An oops, a painful oops, but an oops all the same. This morning, the first time, it was overkill, especially since it was the same exact spot. That third time, though? Yeah, I'm right there with you, Nietzsche: God is SO dead (which reminds me of the "callback" t-shirt...Nietzsche is Dead -God"). Talk about piling it on.

Now, I'm ultra super paranoid about doing it again, since now it's basically an open wound and swollen. That'll probably be a self fulfilling prophecy later tonight.

In other news from the "I can't win" department, I valiantly tried to fix a wheelchair lift this morning only to have it get more screwed up than it was before. Of course, the error is mechanical in nature and stems from a few components getting bent and out of whack, so it was actually sort of a blessing in disguise that my efforts to fix it screwed it up before getting a faculty member stuck inside the lift (the problem, in a nutshell, is that the lower lift door wouldn't open, safety latches that engage when it's in the air weren't disengaging properly), but try telling that to several people above me that know that it worked yesterday, albeit with a little finagling. Though I did try to say, several times, that by all accounts, it would have failed either way.

Well, it still works today...but it's not exactly "safe." It goes up and down and the doors open and close, that's what matters, right? Right.

Note: that picture is pretty much the exact model we have. Which is why having a person getting stuck inside would be a relatively big deal.