While the middle finger on my right hand gets a lot of exercise while I'm driving, I'd have to say currently my fav is index on the right hand - it's home to my celtic spinner ring.

In a few months, I'll say ring finger on my left hand, as it will be sporting my new wedding ring.

The pinky of my left hand. It has a long scar running just below the finger nail. I sliced it with a torn beer can while trying to rip off a stubborn poptop.

On preview: congrats tr33hggr!

Ahhh, poptops. How I miss making necklaces and bracelets out of those.

And thanks!!

How I miss making necklaces and bracelets out of those

Heh. That's exactly what I was trying to do.

This one. *holds up middle finger on left hand, which has no fingernail and is still about 50% larger than the other middle finger*

The index finger on my right hand. That's my ball scratching finger.

I'm especially fond of my thumbs, but find that I can't easily pick between the two.

Note to self: never shake hands with jonmc. :)

The pinky on my left hand. It's so little and cute!

Weretable, still healing from your incident?

The thumbs. Both of them.

the ring finger makes the strongest straightest nail
but i favor my coke nail pinkie for nail tasks in general (a girl's ad hoc swiss army)--
i give you the thumbs up

aside:did anyone every save those pop tabs for dialysis? i marshalled some drunks but we never did anything with them so i made a cast of my arm to use them as scalls leading to the fingers--
cut to me walking with my arm in a cast up to my midforearm to geometry saying i'd be late

scales and sequels

My right thumb, because it wasn't smashed in a rock like the other one (stupid left thumb) and because my wicked strumming callous is starting to form, and because it has a scar where I stabbed it with a steak knife once (trying to remove the label from a bottle in high school...).

frodo's missing finger! [link removed]
mefi's littlest member! [link removed]

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The sharp one.

What's the dill pickle with that up there? ^^^^^ (post above peacay's whateverthefuckthatis)


My favorite finger is right index and followed closely by the right middle as that is where the cigarette goes.

My favorite thumb is either thumb, the thumb is not a finger kids, it's something else.

What's a finger kid?

That little asshole who never got "trown a beatin'" by mom and dad and therefore flips me off whenever I walk past when he's sitting on his stoop and he's got a spare moment from eating bugs or whatever it is he's doing. That kid sucks.

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Weretable, still healing from your incident?

aye. Going for another x-ray Sunday to see if the bone is healing okay. I had one two weeks after the accident and it was looking fairly good but there was a piece of bone off to the side the doc was a little concerned about. *shrug*

One fingernail came off at the back and sides but was still attached at the front, so I trimmed it and I basically have a tiny bit of fingernail at the end of my finger and then new fingernail forming (I guess... basically a big lump at the back). Very weird looking. The other fingernail is starting to turn loose now, so I guess I am losing it too.

kortez: speak the little children
heh

Yeah, no actually I'm a big fan of the kid who flips me off, I admire his honest misanthropy and random hostility, it's pretty cool.

Do all Dutch children behave as badly as the pictured lad, or is it just ones from Rotterdam?

That kid is actually all Netherlands deportment champion three years running, most Dutch kids are into letter bombs and upper decking, at a minimum.

I like my right index because I have a beer opening scar there. But I like all my fingers--they're very long and kinda crooked. In fact, my hands are huge in general.

Odd finger-related side note: I have not actually sat down and clipped my fingernails in over 3 years. They either just chip off in the course of my day, or I idly peel the excess off with my hands as a nervous habit. Make of that what you will.

his parents made him do it!
don't blame the kid!
blame th eother kid!
stop making me exclaim when we have no interrobang character!

my fingers are all wonky from decades of writing "the wrong way" besides other more recent factors

The ring finger of my left hand. I can't bend it past the middle knuckle because I broke it about 20 years ago and it never healed properly.
Apart from that, my fingers are pretty boring.

My favorites to bite are the pinky and ring fingers of my left hand.

When I was maybe four, my brother and I were awake in the wee hours Christmas morning, down in the living room secretly unwrapping presents.

We had already gone through our stockings, read our comic books, and played with our non-noisy toys until bored. My brother, enterprising six year-old that he was, tiptoed up from the basement with a pair of scissors and some tape to hide our depradations.

While he was rewrapping something or other, I played with the scissors. The game: Hold a length of paper in your left hand. With the scissors in your right hand, swipe at the paper, trying to cut as little off as possible, eventually leaving just a nub of paper.

When I finally sliced into my left index finger, it was all I could do not to scream out loud. Maybe it was all the blood, but my brother and I realized this was one we wouldn't be able to cover up.

I think my folks were mostly scared and concerned at first, what with all the blood. But that subsided when it finally dawned on them why I had mom's sewing scissors (yeah, the only ones my brother could find were the sharpest in the house) out at 3:30 Christmas morning.

All I got for my fourth Christmas was a scar. You know, now that I think about it, I've kept this present longer than any I've ever received. I look at it now, and think about celebrating with my family, the smell of pine trees and petticoat tails, and brotherly hijinks, hazardous and non-.

Funny how things work out.

My right thumb has my spinner ring - addictive, that thing - and the crescent moon shaped scar from camp when I thought it would be cool to nail a note to a friend's cabin door with my new pocketknife. Alas, pocketknives close.

Right now, I'm hating all of my fingers, as the non-aceton hypoallergenic earth-friendly stuff I removed my shiny slime green nailpolish with has given me a nasty dry rash, making my skin flaky and bumpy on all fingers.

*hides horrible looking hands with pretty nails under elbows*

Dabitch, you can have one of mine.

Here. Pull my finger.

I like my thumbs, because I can twiddle them. This provides me with hours of good, clean fun, virtually anywhere I go.

On good days, my thumbs can touch the tips of the other fingers on the same hand. I think that's pretty cool.

Yeah, sure. This is the part of the movie where I express some undying love of something (my fiance, my dependent child, my right index finger -- whoops!) and then lose it, horribly, to a villain I must pursue from that point on.

(and I have double(reverse)-jointed little fingers, both of them)

Well, it depends what I am going to do with the finger. I have different favourites depending on the task at, um, hand.

My fingers, and hands in general, are huge and ugly. Not a favourite in the bunch.