This has been in the works for a while, and it became official about two weeks ago, and I haven't really said anything about it cuz it's hard to talk about. But here goes. In a little under two weeks, I'm undergoing a trans-femoral amputation on my left leg. It's an 'elective' procedure, in the sense that medically speaking the leg isn't technically killing me, so if I wanted, I could keep chugging pain pills and lurking RPG for many more years to come. But that would be boring. Life is more interesting than that, even life on one leg. I've got a few factors working in my favor -- I'm young-ish, otherwise healthy, without a whole bunch of risk factors; the longer I wait, the more those factors start to work against me. This is my best shot and I'm taking it. If everything works, I disappear for a day or three, then return to torment you all with pithy Ayn Rand-ian pompous dickery. Worst case scenario (and this is pretty goddamn unlikely, but it is a risk), on the 14th I disappear forever, and you're left to wonder whether this was an elaborate long-con or if I'm shooting scotch with Jesus. The expectation though is, I come out on the other side with a fair chance to work my way back into a normal life. Win or lose, at least I tried. I could agonize over this choice for a few years, if I wanted, but that's really not my style. I'm more the type to take a wild risk without an ounce of fear, and crack inappropriate jokes while I do it. So in the interim, that's pretty much what I'm gonna do. If you think of it, and you don't mind saying a prayer (or pretending, or not), that certainly couldn't hurt. Now then, jokes! 1. Starting on the 15th, I can only be in one kind of porn. 2. Assuming I don't get cold foot before then. 3. This is really gonna put [url=http://cdn-media1.teachertube.com/photo603/12103_l.jpg]a spring in my step.[/url] 4. Actually this sort of surgery usually costs an arm and a leg, but I'm really good at haggling. 5. Fortunately all my lucky socks go on the right foot. Anyway, that's happening. Whatup.