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They say all bad things must come to an end. And so comes the long-awaited conclusion to this epic four-part series, "Objects I Have Been Hit in the Head With." Going through my blog and wracking my brain for things to write about, it dawned on me that it's been over four years since I wrote the penultimate installment in this series, detailing my experience ...
In an effort to become the blogosphere's Ken Burns of blunt-force head trauma, I present to you the third installment of "Objects I Have Been Hit in the Head With." Summer 1992 - A Baseball Bat The events here take place a little more than a year after I got beaned in the head with a door off its hinges. Things changed in that relatively short span ...
Welcome back for Part 2 of a four-part series on (as the title suggests) "Objects I Have Been Hit In the Head With." This next object made contact with my head a year and a half after the previous one (a vintage 1970s stacked heel boot). And believe you me, this next object was a good deal heavier and a lot scarier than being clobbered ...
I have a very thick skull. This can be said of me in both a literal and figurative sense. On numerous occasions, I've accidentally butted my boyfriend's head with my own. It barely registered with me, but sure gave him a headache. Consequentially, my boyfriend's pet name for me is "The Juggernaut," a nod to the musclebound villain of the X-Men franchise who wears an over-sized ...
