I know this because I took today off work to do all my holiday shopping. I went to the mall. I intended to start early, but, of course, didn't get there till around noon. (Woke up to find I'd somehow set the thermostat to 90. Had to wait a bit before jumping on the elliptical because I didn't think I was up to the whole "Bikram Cardio" experience.) I was afraid I wouldn't get parking that late and I actually found a spot better than spots I've found there on weekends and evenings over the past year. In fact, that whole section of the parking lot was empty. I expected a reasonable amount of pre-Christmas crowds, but the place was fairly empty. And sales everywhere. Big sales, too. Sales that nearly led me to buy stuff for myself because 40% off for that dress is a good deal.
(Stream of consciousness insert -- I wore a dress from the same clothing line to our office holiday party the other day. Everyone complimented me on my weight loss -- which is really pretty funny as, with the possible exception of a recent 4 pound loss I'm trying to hang on to (and improve upon), I've been at virtually the same weight for, like, two years. Note to self: my jeans, they are not flattering. The dress, on the other hand, makes me look hot, so I was totally contemplating a similar one.)
Wandered the entire mall for a few hours and ended up buying ... some tea for myself. (I am a sucker for a good tea, and they had a mighty tasty one. Which I am enjoying right now, thanks very much.) Didn't buy anything for anyone else, although the shopping trip did do its trick of jump-starting my thought-process on gift ideas for people. The internet is great for shopping, but it totally sucks for browsing. (Yes, I know, there's a pun in there someplace. I'm too wiped to find it.)
After a similar uneventful stop at Cost Plus World Market (where, after pushing a shopping cart throughout the entire store, I arrived at the checkstand with ... a little tea infuser ball for the new tea. The shopping cart had clearly been overly-optimistic on my part.) But, again, ideas.
Came home and spent ... my, it appears to be the last five hours ordering stuff on the internet. I still have four items left to purchase (can't do them over the web for various reasons, but at least I know what they are) -- and, after that, there's only three people left on the list who need actual gifts. Anyone else -- I'm donating to charity in your name. I'll come up with something cool -- promise.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Ho Ho Ho
To my great surprise, it wasn't raining today. Thought I'd take advantage of the lull in the weather to actually put the holiday lights on my house.
1. Didn't know how to deal with that gap in the lights where I'd connected two strings
and
2. Had quite a bit of lights leftover, and couldn't figure out where to put them. (OK, sure, I could just ball it up and throw it on the roof, but that didn't quite seem right.)
But I did have enough lights to just continue the string across the roofline of my house.
Did I mention that my house has a peaked roof?
I had bought me one of them extendy poles and "shingle clips." According to the packaging, you could screw the shingle clip on the end of the pole, string a light through it, extend the pole up to your roof, do a little twisting action to get the clip to slide under your shingle, then untwist the pole from the clip, leaving the clip safely attached. Says you could hang your lights, without a ladder, in 1/4 the time.
My ass.
Jamming the clip under the shingle required a bit of force, and the clip had to be opened a bit for the rest of it to slide around the width of the shingle. Is this possible from the other end of a pole 11 feet away? Oh hell no. The angle made it completely impossible.
The previous owner left some nails along the roofline, though. And the pole came with a "hang lights in trees" attachment. With some luck and decent aim, I could forget about the clips, and use the tree attachment to drape the light-string over the nails.
Insert here the part where I stand in my rose bush, using a pole to drape lights over nails (and then smacking the string with the pole to make sure it was good and tight over the nails), end up exhausted, dirty, wet, slightly bleeding (thank you, thorns), and realizing there's no nail at the tippy top of the peak. Decide to loosely drape the strand across to the next nearest nail (like frosting round a birthday cake) and realize that would look stupid unless all the rest of the lights are loosely draped, too, so I undo all of the work I'd done, aim for loose draping, and try it again.
The lights drape loosely, but they don't hang on well. This time, every time I get the strand over a nail and aim for the next nail, the lights fall off the first nail. This is no good. The damn things will fall off my house in the next rain. And/or breeze.
No, I need to go back to the shingle clips, but I can't reach the peak of the roof even if I could get the ladder in the rose bushes, which I don't think I can. The only thing for it is to get on the roof.
I have a voice of reason. The first time I heard it was when I was getting my SCUBA certification, and I was underwater and my dive instructor gave me the signal to take off my mask and swim, and my conscious brain said, "Oh hell no," and commenced to seriously freak. And this little objective voice said, "Hey, this is what a panic attack looks like. Isn't that interesting?"
And today my voice of reason said, "Do you really think climbing from the ladder to your roof, with no spotter, is a really good idea?"
I admitted defeat and called some friends. They came over, unstrung all my lights, used the shingle clips, jumped up on the roof, and got the whole set up in about 20 minutes.
It's not much -- it certainly isn't much compared to my neighbors -- but it is, for the firstest time in my life ... my house, with holiday lights:
Now, it is 8:36 p.m., and (after taking my friends out to dinner to thank them for climbing on my roof and not falling off it), I realize that, also, for the firstest time since I've owned it, I have not used the elliptical machine today. So I'm off to exercise a good 12 hours after I usually do, because routine stops for no man. And my neighbors just gave me holiday brownies. :)
Friday, December 11, 2009
Minimal Christmas
So, the neighborhood holiday decoration (the plywood reindeer playing the fiddle) is supposed to be up by Saturday night. (So says the third email reminder on the subject I just received. Although, apparently between the second and the third, someone taught them how to spell "Menorah." This amuses me.) In any event, the "official" neighborhood holiday decoration period begins on Saturday, so they want my reindeer out by then. My plan was to also get the lights up simultaneously, but I recently dropped that goal in favor of "just get the damn reindeer up."
This because I've been outrageously busy at work. I mean, really really busy. (Or, at least, really really busy for government work. If I was in private practice, I'd be working hours like this all the time. But it has rarely happened during the fifteen years I've been with the court.) So, every day this week, I've planned to put the reindeer out when I got home -- and then I ended up working late and just not being in the mood to haul a plywood reindeer outside at 8:00 at night.
But today it seemed like a "now or never" situation -- it was supposed to start raining tonight and keep going straight through Saturday. So, unless I want to be hauling reindeer in the rain (not bloody likely), it was tonight.
Got home at 9:00. Didn't even bother going into the house or changing out of my suede skirt. Just pulled into the garage, grabbed the six-foot plywood reindeer, and started hauling it out to curb. (It got named in the process. It kept getting caught on things -- my car, my clothes, the garage cabinets -- and I ended up saying aloud, "Come on, Pokey.")
Conveniently, Pokey already had some ropes attached to his back, so once I dragged him out to the parkway, I was easily able to tie him to a tree. I went back into the garage and grabbed my (solar -- yeah, that'll work well) spotlight for him. I figured I'd have to hammer a screwdriver into the dirt to make a hole for the plastic spike on which the spotlight sits, but the ground was soft enough and the spike went right in. Aimed the (uncharged) spotlight in what appeared to be the general direction of Pokey; aimed the solar panel in the general direction of where the sun ought to be; put the screwdriver and hammer away; and went back into the house.
Started raining about an hour later.
This because I've been outrageously busy at work. I mean, really really busy. (Or, at least, really really busy for government work. If I was in private practice, I'd be working hours like this all the time. But it has rarely happened during the fifteen years I've been with the court.) So, every day this week, I've planned to put the reindeer out when I got home -- and then I ended up working late and just not being in the mood to haul a plywood reindeer outside at 8:00 at night.
But today it seemed like a "now or never" situation -- it was supposed to start raining tonight and keep going straight through Saturday. So, unless I want to be hauling reindeer in the rain (not bloody likely), it was tonight.
Got home at 9:00. Didn't even bother going into the house or changing out of my suede skirt. Just pulled into the garage, grabbed the six-foot plywood reindeer, and started hauling it out to curb. (It got named in the process. It kept getting caught on things -- my car, my clothes, the garage cabinets -- and I ended up saying aloud, "Come on, Pokey.")
Conveniently, Pokey already had some ropes attached to his back, so once I dragged him out to the parkway, I was easily able to tie him to a tree. I went back into the garage and grabbed my (solar -- yeah, that'll work well) spotlight for him. I figured I'd have to hammer a screwdriver into the dirt to make a hole for the plastic spike on which the spotlight sits, but the ground was soft enough and the spike went right in. Aimed the (uncharged) spotlight in what appeared to be the general direction of Pokey; aimed the solar panel in the general direction of where the sun ought to be; put the screwdriver and hammer away; and went back into the house.
Started raining about an hour later.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Bah Freakin' Humbug
(If it wasn't entirely clear from the last post.)
Well, today was the day -- the day I go out and buy my holiday lights. I'd investigated; I'd discussed with my neighbors; I grabbed an experienced holiday decorating friend to go with me; I had a plan -- dude, I was ready.
The plan: pick up friend; go to Home Depot. Buy: (1) White and Blue LED icicle lights; (2) long extension pole thingy and clips for hanging them; (3) spotlight for "fiddle-playing reindeer" (everyone on my street has part of the reindeer band -- we're supposed to put them out on the parkway and light them with spotlights); (4) really long extension cord to run from my one outdoor outlet out to the parkway for said spotlight; (5) some heavy-duty tape so nobody trips on said cord; (6) an outdoor timer I can put on the outlet so the icicle lights and the spotlight are only on during viewing hours and do not screw up my electric bill.
The plan failed right after "go to Home Depot." We found their extension cords, but they were plum out of lights to hang on your house. The Home Depot dude said their stock had been "decimated," which was a massive understatement. Their stock was gone.
New plan -- go to my neighborhood OSH. OSH had a huge stock when I last went -- then again, the OSH is the closest hardware store to my neighborhood, and since we've all got to get our fiddle-playing reindeer (or whatever) out by this Saturday, the place was full of desperate holiday light shoppers. Myself included.
They did not have LED icicle lights left. They had non-LED icicle lights. New plan: Just plain white LED string lights. They're out of them, too. Newer plan: Screw the lights around my roofline. I could just buy some small blue LED strings to go around the windows and ... this here LED snowflake or something.
The window strings were not quite long enough for my windows.
(I did my very best Charlie Brown "AAAAAAARRRRGHHHHH!")
OK, third plan (or was it fourth? I forgot) -- OK, the blue LED string lights aren't big enough for my windows, but if I get about 6 boxes of them, I can do the roof line. It isn't the blue/white icicles I was hoping for, but, hey, any port in a storm. I grab some white LED net lights to throw over some bushes to complete the picture. Now, find me a spotlight, extension cord, and timer.
At least they had the extension cord.
They only had indoor timers.
They only had spotlights that you have to attach to electrical cable -- they didn't have one with a plug.
OK, new plan -- we'll get this here solar spotlight. I'd avoided it before because the light output kinda sucks, but sucky light output is better than no light output at all. This way, I won't need the extension cord.
The timer thing is still a problem, though. There's only an indoor timer and I've got 6 strings of blue lights and two LED nets that would like to be on for about four hours a night.
Hey! They have those little "turn a light outlet into a plug" adapter thingies. My garage carriage lights take 100 Watt bulbs ... and these little LED jobs are less than 5 Watts a string. And (bonus) I had the electrician put those lights on a timer. So I can outline the roof line on the garage and house, plug 'em in to the carriage lights, change the garage light timer to evening hours, and I'm set. Throw back the net lights, and leave the store ... about two hours after I started, with $100 worth of Christmas in the car, and no more daylight left to hang this stuff.
Well, today was the day -- the day I go out and buy my holiday lights. I'd investigated; I'd discussed with my neighbors; I grabbed an experienced holiday decorating friend to go with me; I had a plan -- dude, I was ready.
The plan: pick up friend; go to Home Depot. Buy: (1) White and Blue LED icicle lights; (2) long extension pole thingy and clips for hanging them; (3) spotlight for "fiddle-playing reindeer" (everyone on my street has part of the reindeer band -- we're supposed to put them out on the parkway and light them with spotlights); (4) really long extension cord to run from my one outdoor outlet out to the parkway for said spotlight; (5) some heavy-duty tape so nobody trips on said cord; (6) an outdoor timer I can put on the outlet so the icicle lights and the spotlight are only on during viewing hours and do not screw up my electric bill.
The plan failed right after "go to Home Depot." We found their extension cords, but they were plum out of lights to hang on your house. The Home Depot dude said their stock had been "decimated," which was a massive understatement. Their stock was gone.
New plan -- go to my neighborhood OSH. OSH had a huge stock when I last went -- then again, the OSH is the closest hardware store to my neighborhood, and since we've all got to get our fiddle-playing reindeer (or whatever) out by this Saturday, the place was full of desperate holiday light shoppers. Myself included.
They did not have LED icicle lights left. They had non-LED icicle lights. New plan: Just plain white LED string lights. They're out of them, too. Newer plan: Screw the lights around my roofline. I could just buy some small blue LED strings to go around the windows and ... this here LED snowflake or something.
The window strings were not quite long enough for my windows.
(I did my very best Charlie Brown "AAAAAAARRRRGHHHHH!")
OK, third plan (or was it fourth? I forgot) -- OK, the blue LED string lights aren't big enough for my windows, but if I get about 6 boxes of them, I can do the roof line. It isn't the blue/white icicles I was hoping for, but, hey, any port in a storm. I grab some white LED net lights to throw over some bushes to complete the picture. Now, find me a spotlight, extension cord, and timer.
At least they had the extension cord.
They only had indoor timers.
They only had spotlights that you have to attach to electrical cable -- they didn't have one with a plug.
OK, new plan -- we'll get this here solar spotlight. I'd avoided it before because the light output kinda sucks, but sucky light output is better than no light output at all. This way, I won't need the extension cord.
The timer thing is still a problem, though. There's only an indoor timer and I've got 6 strings of blue lights and two LED nets that would like to be on for about four hours a night.
Hey! They have those little "turn a light outlet into a plug" adapter thingies. My garage carriage lights take 100 Watt bulbs ... and these little LED jobs are less than 5 Watts a string. And (bonus) I had the electrician put those lights on a timer. So I can outline the roof line on the garage and house, plug 'em in to the carriage lights, change the garage light timer to evening hours, and I'm set. Throw back the net lights, and leave the store ... about two hours after I started, with $100 worth of Christmas in the car, and no more daylight left to hang this stuff.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Lost My Gift-Giving Mojo
After completely forgetting about my annual October holiday shopping trip, I'm kind of in big trouble from the gift-giving standpoint. I generally avoid all malls like the plague until Christmas -- and that "like the plague" bit is becoming slightly more literal. A doctor once told me (when I was annoying sick during the holiday season) that malls -- being enclosed environments with lots of people circulating -- are places where germs just love to be transmitted. And given that people feel an obligation to go shopping this time of year, some folks are likely to hit the malls when they're not exactly 100% healthy. With all that H1N1 business (and me not having been vaccinated), the malls are really on my "Avoid" list, so I'm pretty much left doing all of my holiday shopping on the internet.
Which normally isn't a bad thing -- I generally do everything on the internet after the October mall shopping trip as it is. But the difference between a mall and the internet is that mall shopping can be somewhat passive. You just walk into a store and all the merchandise is right there for you to look at. Not so much on the web, where it helps if you already have an idea of what you're looking to buy -- "scanning shelves" on the web is too huge of an undertaking. That initial mall trip serves as a good "scouting mission" to give me ideas of things to buy for people on my list (and, as it happens, ideas of things I'd like to put on my Amazon wish list) and without it, I'm pretty much flying blind.
Having made a list of NAMES, I've managed to put check-marks next to 2 or 3 of them, and maybe an idea for 1 or 2 others, but that's it. I'm kinda screwed. There are a lot of names there (including some I'm not even certain I'm exchanging gifts with) and I've got No Damn Ideas at all for most of them. I sit there looking at a name, repeating it over and over in my head and hoping inspiration will strike ... but nothing.
Yesterday, I caught the Ellen DeGeneres show, and she was doing one of those audience holiday gift giveaway things. Gave each member of the audience $1500 worth of stuff, and I thought, "Great! I'll get some ideas there." Not so much. More than half of it was gift cards -- which is, y'know, great publicity for Target, Staples, and Cost Plus, but not really helpful for me in terms of Gifts To Buy -- and then she gave audience members both a Wii and a XBox. The audience was thrilled, of course; but, again, in terms of giving me ideas, not all that helpful.
I've looked at tons of holiday gift-giving guides, and none have really given me much inspiration. I'm starting to think it should be freakin' mandatory for everyone to make an easily-accessible holiday wish list (with many items in different price ranges), so all their friends, family and co-workers can buy them something they want and be done with it. All of this stress is driving me crazy. Bah Humbug and all that.
Which normally isn't a bad thing -- I generally do everything on the internet after the October mall shopping trip as it is. But the difference between a mall and the internet is that mall shopping can be somewhat passive. You just walk into a store and all the merchandise is right there for you to look at. Not so much on the web, where it helps if you already have an idea of what you're looking to buy -- "scanning shelves" on the web is too huge of an undertaking. That initial mall trip serves as a good "scouting mission" to give me ideas of things to buy for people on my list (and, as it happens, ideas of things I'd like to put on my Amazon wish list) and without it, I'm pretty much flying blind.
Having made a list of NAMES, I've managed to put check-marks next to 2 or 3 of them, and maybe an idea for 1 or 2 others, but that's it. I'm kinda screwed. There are a lot of names there (including some I'm not even certain I'm exchanging gifts with) and I've got No Damn Ideas at all for most of them. I sit there looking at a name, repeating it over and over in my head and hoping inspiration will strike ... but nothing.
Yesterday, I caught the Ellen DeGeneres show, and she was doing one of those audience holiday gift giveaway things. Gave each member of the audience $1500 worth of stuff, and I thought, "Great! I'll get some ideas there." Not so much. More than half of it was gift cards -- which is, y'know, great publicity for Target, Staples, and Cost Plus, but not really helpful for me in terms of Gifts To Buy -- and then she gave audience members both a Wii and a XBox. The audience was thrilled, of course; but, again, in terms of giving me ideas, not all that helpful.
I've looked at tons of holiday gift-giving guides, and none have really given me much inspiration. I'm starting to think it should be freakin' mandatory for everyone to make an easily-accessible holiday wish list (with many items in different price ranges), so all their friends, family and co-workers can buy them something they want and be done with it. All of this stress is driving me crazy. Bah Humbug and all that.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
The Proto-Internet?
I check various websites every morning before I go to work. I am also regularly late for work. Someone, noticing the possible causal relationship here, asked me if I couldn't just do my morning internet-surfing at work. And I thought back to a job where I did that... except it wasn't exactly the internet. And that got me thinking back even further than that.
1988. Law School. I did computerized legal research on Westlaw. It had a dedicated terminal which had really zippy connection speeds like 2400 and 4800 baud. The terminal was incapable of displaying anything other than text. When you'd sign on, it would spell out "WESTLAW" in great big letters -- but it only had one font size, so to make the word big, it would make out each large letter in asterisks. One day, I was teaching a blind student how to use Westlaw, so he activated something that would read aloud everything onscreen. He loaded up Westlaw and the voice proceeded to say, "Star star star star star star star star...."
1989. Yes, I was teaching Westlaw. I was good at it and they paid me to sit in the computerized legal research room and answer questions. Actually, I liked the job for all sorts of reasons -- I put together lesson plans and taught group lessons. (And I'd plan them out so that the searches would result in really fun results.) I had a blast. The job was also responsible for my very first business trip -- Westlaw had all the student reps in the region travel to Boston for a training session. While there, I got on well with a student rep from Maine, and we ended up keeping in touch via some really cool electronic mail thing which you could make your Westlaw terminal do if you worked for Westlaw and knew the right keys to hit. Actually, I don't remember a thing about the rep from Maine, but I do remember how awesome this instantaneous communication thing was.
1991. Upon graduation, I started clerking for a judge. By this time, you could get Westlaw (and its competitor, Lexis) on a computer in your office -- no dedicated terminal was necessary. But, it wasn't exactly the internet yet, either. You had to have Westlaw software loaded on your computer, but, once it was there, you could crank that sucker up and do computerized legal research to your heart's content. And not just LEGAL research -- "Lexis" wasn't just "Lexis," it was "Lexis/Nexis," and the Nexis part was a database of newspapers and magazines. And my boss wanted me in the office at 8:00 -- he didn't actually want me to do anything then, he just (as the secretary put it) wanted to know we were there if he needed us. So I'd come in at 8:00, start work at 9:00, and spend the hour in the middle searching Nexis.
And it took an hour, too, because it wasn't anywhere near as simple as just clicking on Google News. It was a big ol' database, and you'd search it with boolean connectors. I had three or four searches I'd check every morning -- using standard search words to get what I wanted. Usually I wouldn't hit anything, but once or twice I did, and it was beyond awesome. I'd heard a concept album for a new musical which I really liked and would regularly search for news on the musical. Once, I figured a new way to rephrase the search and hit upon an article reviewing a different concept album by the same composer. Found it in my local music store that afternoon at lunch. And how cool, I thought, this Nexis technology was, because if I hadn't read a review out of some local paper in the middle of ... not where I was ... I never would've known to look for this second album.
So, it's been about 20 years that I've lived with this sort of tech -- eagerly gobbling up every new advance. And, of course, each little step seemed reasonable compared to the one before (that 9600 baud was lightning to the 4800), but the overall result is fairly stunning. I mean, hell, now my phone can do more impressive things than my computer could back then. (And I'm already thinking of the small steps that will make the next generation of phone even better.) But 20 years from now? I can't even imagine.
1988. Law School. I did computerized legal research on Westlaw. It had a dedicated terminal which had really zippy connection speeds like 2400 and 4800 baud. The terminal was incapable of displaying anything other than text. When you'd sign on, it would spell out "WESTLAW" in great big letters -- but it only had one font size, so to make the word big, it would make out each large letter in asterisks. One day, I was teaching a blind student how to use Westlaw, so he activated something that would read aloud everything onscreen. He loaded up Westlaw and the voice proceeded to say, "Star star star star star star star star...."
1989. Yes, I was teaching Westlaw. I was good at it and they paid me to sit in the computerized legal research room and answer questions. Actually, I liked the job for all sorts of reasons -- I put together lesson plans and taught group lessons. (And I'd plan them out so that the searches would result in really fun results.) I had a blast. The job was also responsible for my very first business trip -- Westlaw had all the student reps in the region travel to Boston for a training session. While there, I got on well with a student rep from Maine, and we ended up keeping in touch via some really cool electronic mail thing which you could make your Westlaw terminal do if you worked for Westlaw and knew the right keys to hit. Actually, I don't remember a thing about the rep from Maine, but I do remember how awesome this instantaneous communication thing was.
1991. Upon graduation, I started clerking for a judge. By this time, you could get Westlaw (and its competitor, Lexis) on a computer in your office -- no dedicated terminal was necessary. But, it wasn't exactly the internet yet, either. You had to have Westlaw software loaded on your computer, but, once it was there, you could crank that sucker up and do computerized legal research to your heart's content. And not just LEGAL research -- "Lexis" wasn't just "Lexis," it was "Lexis/Nexis," and the Nexis part was a database of newspapers and magazines. And my boss wanted me in the office at 8:00 -- he didn't actually want me to do anything then, he just (as the secretary put it) wanted to know we were there if he needed us. So I'd come in at 8:00, start work at 9:00, and spend the hour in the middle searching Nexis.
And it took an hour, too, because it wasn't anywhere near as simple as just clicking on Google News. It was a big ol' database, and you'd search it with boolean connectors. I had three or four searches I'd check every morning -- using standard search words to get what I wanted. Usually I wouldn't hit anything, but once or twice I did, and it was beyond awesome. I'd heard a concept album for a new musical which I really liked and would regularly search for news on the musical. Once, I figured a new way to rephrase the search and hit upon an article reviewing a different concept album by the same composer. Found it in my local music store that afternoon at lunch. And how cool, I thought, this Nexis technology was, because if I hadn't read a review out of some local paper in the middle of ... not where I was ... I never would've known to look for this second album.
So, it's been about 20 years that I've lived with this sort of tech -- eagerly gobbling up every new advance. And, of course, each little step seemed reasonable compared to the one before (that 9600 baud was lightning to the 4800), but the overall result is fairly stunning. I mean, hell, now my phone can do more impressive things than my computer could back then. (And I'm already thinking of the small steps that will make the next generation of phone even better.) But 20 years from now? I can't even imagine.
Injury Update
(Re: 3 posts down)
This is a good thing when you break your nail below the quick.
After three or four days of keeping the whole thing bandaged, it had healed enough for me to successfully attack it with clippers. I still couldn't cut it at the level of the crack, but I at least got it down the point where I could safely keep it in one of them fingertip bandages.
A few days after that, circumstances (it started cracking) required me to cut it along the break. The nail had grown out enough to make this physically possible, but I did have to go a millimeter or two lower than I would have liked. The result is that I've exposed some of that really sensitive skin that has probably never seen the light of day, so everything I touch with my fingertip is a new and exciting experience.
That sounded dirtier than it is.
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