Confession time:
When I’m on the move, I find my Hipster and Fobster a bit too far out of reach for the quick glance to keep me on track. Plus, if there is something crucial that I absolutely have to remind myself of, I’ll write it on my…. hand.
Yup. Can’t miss it there.
So stretching Hipster technology perhaps a bit too far, I’ve come up with what I call “The Mission Band”. It is not just a big blank thing to write on, or my case a freckled hairy arm, but a tastefully done accent to one’s wrist and memory.
Offered to you under the Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike License…so feel free to make it your own:
Ah, many’s the note I’ve written on my hand!
My only concern with this brilliant new product is that it will diminish my absorption of key ink-soluble nutrients. I’m pretty sure I’ve become dependent on them in some way by now, so your business plan should address this issue.
True, true…who knows what those smelly markers do to you when applied topically.
One of the guys at work routinely uses his hand for a notepad. He calls it his “flesh RAM”.
The suggestion of some sort of plastic cover makes me think of those hollow plastic tube ID bracelets they use(d) in hospitals.
Oh, and BTW A’Llyn, haven’t you heard of the BIC-otine patch?
Love it! Nice to know I’m not the only one.
Someone once asked me why I didn’t just use notepaper. When I explained my tendency to lose paper notepaper, the questioner indicated that I could lose my hand too. To which I responded, “Honestly, if I’ve just lost my hand, whatever I’d written there would no longer be a priority.”