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I dislocated my left pinkie finger last night playing basketball, so my post today is going to be brief. It was one of those heinous-looking injuries where your finger goes instantly numb and when you look down, it's pointed in an unnatural direction. I wasn't in any pain, but no one would pop it back in for me, so I did it myself and taped it to my ring finger. After playing for another hour, I went to the emergency room for x-rays and a splint. Nothing is broken, but now my dominant hand is bound up rendering me a Sleestak, according to my wife.


For me, I think I'll stick to my current idea of creating a good movie for little money, releasing it free on the web, and selling DVDs to those who like it. It has it's own dangers, but I can wrap my head around it, and foresee it as a yearly undertaking to replace my day job. The makers of The Corporation are already using this exact method.