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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 ...
