It sort of looks like he broke his nose and as a result there is a huge bandage on it. However, I don’t think bronze sculptures can actually break their noses in such a way that splints would be necessary. Let me know if you find out otherwise.
Dan McKeown
When I broke my nose and had to have it surgically repaired I can tell you that I had a splint no less obvious than the one John Ireland is “wearing.” As for splints on bronze, I can honestly not say but I have seen him this morning and the splint is gone so he must be healing quickly if such is the case.
Alexander Micek +1
You broke your nose? What the heck? Are you sure? I mean, you played football and basketball and all that … I would think that such sports would have toughened your nose sufficiently such that it would’ve resisted breaking. Perhaps it would was a baseball injury; I’ve heard bats can be real doozies when it comes to injury.
Curious in Woodbury,
Alex
Nils +2
One time I punched this guy’s nose and it shattered and fell off leaving behind a bloody spout of flesh and bone and I had to resist arrest by stealing some dude’s Ferrari and speeding at 200 mph down the autobahn and into a secret underground tunnel that brought me back to the US where I secretly began a new life posing as Norwegian immigrant named Nils in a small, suburban Minnesotan town named Woodbury. Oh shit, I’ve said too much.
Hahahah oh man. Shall I delete the comment to protect the “innocent”?
Dan McKeown
Wait…there is a tunnel connecting the autobahn to the US? Yes! I am going to Germany, who wants to join me. Question, how many gas stations do you find on the way to Germany in this underground tunnel?
Nils +1
I figure I had better come clean with you guys as you are all my friends (no, not you Dan). My real name is Hans Slichter Scheisskopf, and I am a German secret operative. I grew up in a life of violence and strife in East Berlin, killing my first time at age 3 (by strangulation, of course). The German intelligence agency realized my potential by the time I was 5 years old and had taken over the German mafia with an iron fist and I was then placed in a socially reconstructive program to curb my anger management, superiority complex issues. Later in life, my skills were further honed by my mentor, none other than Arnold Schwarzenegger, who taught me how to make pizzas with 9mm bullets in them. I could drive by age 10 when I got into a fight with some commie about the philosophical paradox concerning the validity of the Occum’s razor argument. Needless to say, I got the last word in and punched that Red bastard in the nose. The rest of the story you know.
…….Or do you?……
(If Dan were not my lifelong American rival, I would consider him a friend)
Comments
Dan McKeown
Very regal looking. Although it is strange how much snow got packed onto his nose.
Alexander Micek
It sort of looks like he broke his nose and as a result there is a huge bandage on it. However, I don’t think bronze sculptures can actually break their noses in such a way that splints would be necessary. Let me know if you find out otherwise.
Dan McKeown
When I broke my nose and had to have it surgically repaired I can tell you that I had a splint no less obvious than the one John Ireland is “wearing.” As for splints on bronze, I can honestly not say but I have seen him this morning and the splint is gone so he must be healing quickly if such is the case.
Alexander Micek +1
You broke your nose? What the heck? Are you sure? I mean, you played football and basketball and all that … I would think that such sports would have toughened your nose sufficiently such that it would’ve resisted breaking. Perhaps it would was a baseball injury; I’ve heard bats can be real doozies when it comes to injury.
Curious in Woodbury,
Alex
Nils +2
One time I punched this guy’s nose and it shattered and fell off leaving behind a bloody spout of flesh and bone and I had to resist arrest by stealing some dude’s Ferrari and speeding at 200 mph down the autobahn and into a secret underground tunnel that brought me back to the US where I secretly began a new life posing as Norwegian immigrant named Nils in a small, suburban Minnesotan town named Woodbury. Oh shit, I’ve said too much.
Alexander Micek
Hahahah oh man. Shall I delete the comment to protect the “innocent”?
Dan McKeown
Wait…there is a tunnel connecting the autobahn to the US? Yes! I am going to Germany, who wants to join me. Question, how many gas stations do you find on the way to Germany in this underground tunnel?
Nils +1
I figure I had better come clean with you guys as you are all my friends (no, not you Dan). My real name is Hans Slichter Scheisskopf, and I am a German secret operative. I grew up in a life of violence and strife in East Berlin, killing my first time at age 3 (by strangulation, of course). The German intelligence agency realized my potential by the time I was 5 years old and had taken over the German mafia with an iron fist and I was then placed in a socially reconstructive program to curb my anger management, superiority complex issues. Later in life, my skills were further honed by my mentor, none other than Arnold Schwarzenegger, who taught me how to make pizzas with 9mm bullets in them. I could drive by age 10 when I got into a fight with some commie about the philosophical paradox concerning the validity of the Occum’s razor argument. Needless to say, I got the last word in and punched that Red bastard in the nose. The rest of the story you know.
…….Or do you?……
(If Dan were not my lifelong American rival, I would consider him a friend)