Oh yeah, I was gonna blog this, and I forgot :)
We have a rule around the house, "no hurting yourself." A broad rule, and apparently self-evident, but its very existence should tell you something.
It's not like I _try_ to hurt myself. Sometimes, though, things just happen...
Like Saturday evening, over at Tall Matt's place.
Mixed up some dye release to experiment with, a nasty smelly substance made with hot water. Mixed it up in a bottle, moved it to the workshop. After a while, we put the tight cap on it so it wouldn't spill if knocked over; usual stuff.
Later I opened it and spritz! A faceful (well, edge of face) of caustic chemicals! The temp should have peaked before we capped it, it should NOT have pressurized, but there you have it. My glasses protected my eye, but I spent a few moments rinsing the right side of my head off.
After doing the test thingy, I set it all aside to set. We decided to try to iron the chemicals because they need heat to activate, so Susan got her old iron out. I flick it on and poke it at the shirt, getting a nice sizzle out of it, but no obvious change yet. I rest my left hand on the ironing board and my fingers do the sixty cycle dance! This iron isn't grounded! It is, in fact, leaking electrons! We promptly throw it away.
Okayyy then. Plan B is we steam the shirts. After a bit of steaming time, I lift the lid off, but the silly thing is unbalanced, tips, and tries to burn my arm.
I survived it all, but you can see how the forces of evil try to defeat me around every corner. I must remain alert! The inanimate objects have it in for me!