DeadTaco is Broken

So the question on everyone's mind is - Where has DeadTaco been!? It's either that or 'How many spiders do I accidently eat in my sleep?'

Well, to put it simply, I was injured during a scientific experiment. My fellow engineers and I were wondering if gravity was still accelerating objects at 9.8 meters per second. We pondered it for awhile, and we suddenly were inspired by a rope hanging from a tree.

"Look there, my fellow science explorers!" blurted my co-worker.
"Alas, we have a way to test our theory! Brilliant!" blurted I.

Hanging from a tree about 50 feet up was a nice thick rope. It dangled over the edge of a cliff along the shore of a nearby lake. Using the peak of my intelligence, I grabbed the rope with my bare hands and began to swing.

"Here here! Gravity appears to be working!" I yelled.
"Brilliant! Now it's time to test the acceleration of this invisible force!" yelled my co-workers.

I realized at this point that my hands were getting raw from holding onto the rope during this event. I figured it would make much more sense to wear work gloves while swinging. A co-worker supplied the needed manly gloves. I put them on and prepared the final experiment.

"Let us begin the final test!" I yelled.

I grabbed the rope, walked backwards with it in hand so I could gain extra acceleration, and began my push forward. Up into the air I went, soaring like an eagle. It was at this point that I realized the rope was no longer in hand. In fact, I really was soaring like an eagle, flapping my arms like wings. Our theory was correct - gravity was indeed still working at an acceleration rate of 9.8 meters per second. I had time to count on the way down, as well as ponder the possible outcome of falling 50 feet straight down. My thought process went something like this:

"Yes! We have proven our theory correct! Wait a second...Oh crap, this can't be good. Oh man...OH MAN...OH SHIIIIIIIIII *splat*"

Well, to make a VERY long story short, I ended up with two broken wrists, a cracked rib, a broken shoulder, a deeply sliced knee, a cut up face, and a mouth full of sand. If you want to see the sequence of events (plus pictures that my boss took while I was falling) then you can read about it at my forums here: OUCH!

Ok, so I kinda skewed the story a little. It was more like "Hey check it out! A cool rope swing! Let's be unintelligent idiots and swing from it!" You still get the picture.