Friday Fuckwit The Bitch is Back

I nearly posted this a couple of months ago when I read about it. Some nutter who decided it would be a good idea to have a camera installed in the back of his head to record a year of his life  . . from behind which is an interesting concept. Anyway, apparently it didn't go quite according to plan:

Poor old Wafaa Bilal (which is interesting because I work with a Wafaa and she's a girl). Anyway his 'third eye' which was to record everything he did over the next year (well everything going on behind his back) caused something of a headache. The device was rejected by his body. My father would call this a perfect example of 'no brains, all intelligence' and oh boy have I met a few like that.

Wafaa Bilal, assistant arts professor at New York University, experienced severe and constant pain, despite treatment with steroids and antibiotics. To be precise, it wasn't the camera itself he had implanted, but rather three posts and a titanium base to hold the actual camera. Bilal had the base and one of the posts removed.
He hasn't given up on the project, though. 

Bilal plans on revisiting the project with a different set of equipment when the wounds from his surgery heal. It's unclear what that means, but it might mean a lighter camera or different materials for the implant.

Is his life really that interesting? Save it for the movies Bilal!

Oh and a bonus Fuckwit:

My dog went missing on Wednesday even though I'm sure she was just through the paddock fence snoofing rabbits and on Brighton Avenue. Some darling girlfriend of a boyfriend who lives in one of the MacMansions up the back took her home overnight and surrendered her the next day to Rooty Hill Veterinary Clinic about 30 kms away. Apparently her collar had become severed from her neck. Getting mighty clever that Miss Lily. So, thank you miss Do Gooder for rescuing my dawg but couldn't you have taken her to the vet down the road? No. I'm the fuckwit in this one. Bad dog owner. Bad containment. Bad everything. Although for a while there I was thinking of buying a cat. The dog is fine and has clearly been over fed given the audible farts and bloating evident this evening.



Have a lovely weekend punters. Three chapters to go on this stupid writing challenge (with no prize) and I'll be back like a blister from a pair of new shoes.  That was rather good, just made that up. Happy weekend.

Whah? I din''t do nuthin'. She made me eat Meatybites and sit on the back seat? Whah?