I goof (again).

Even though I think I'm paying attention, sometimes I twist a cable the wrong way when I'm watching Veronica Mars. Inevitably, I do not notice until I get to the next cable row.


Do I rip? Hells no. I put that sh@t on a holder and take it to Stacie.

Then I watch in horror as she rips the six stitches down to the "area of shame," re-twists the cable, and then performs some kind of crazy magic that I can't follow. I have attempted to document this process:



That last part is a bit sketchy...but then:


Sweet.