Weekend Photos.

Idiot.

So last night I was sewing the duvet cover for my down comforters. I got sick of both comforters floating around inside of the huge-ass thing, so I decided to take it in along all the edges, using my handy dandy sewing machine.

Well, I had accomplished sewing about 150,000 inches of the perimeter of this motherfucker and was down to the last 9 inches. The top layer is a smooth polyester-blend resembling silk. Slippery shit. As I was hurrying along, anticipating finally getting the last bit done, I pushed my left hand too close to the rapid-firing needle and my left index finger got sucked into path of stitching.

That's right. I stabbed my finger with my sewing needle, which was probably moving at about 95 miles per hour across the fabric.

I yelped like a wounded animal, tried to pull my finger back and couldn't. Why? Oh, because I had SEWED COMPLETELY THROUGH MY NAIL and my finger was still trapped under the foot of the sewing apparatus.

So I lifted the foot and yanked my finger back out.
Only to discover that there is a piece of needle STICKING OUT OF THE BOTTOM OF MY FINGER.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's right- the needle broke off. Went right through my nail and fucking BROKE OFF.

At that point it didn't really hurt yet, but I knew the pain would kick in within about 30 seconds, so I scrambled upstairs to find some pliers to extract the fucker.

In case you were wondering, sewing needles are tapered, and the pointy end sticking out of my finger was a far smaller gauge than the upper piece still wedged inside of it.
So I had to yank it through.

I'll let your imagination fill in the blanks.

So I have a hole in my finger.

And, scene.

Thanks for letting us take your car

up in the mountains, Nicole.

You were with us in spirit.

Dear Weiner Dog Hoodie,

At first I wasn’t sure you’d be so great.

I have to be honest, I was considering removing your little weiner dog patches from the front of you. While I was digging the little silver weiner dog print inside the hood, I suspected the patch-action might be a bit too much.

Thankfully I wore you out once before amputating the little felt dogs. You were a big hit, and I’m sorry I doubted you.

Respect,
Dajah

Altarboys / All Bets On Death / Jackmove

The Jolly Inn
Portland, OR
April 4 2008

All pictures here.

Road Trip!

March 23 -29 2008
Portland OR -> Boise ID -> Grand Canyon AZ -> Las Vegas NV ->San Francisco CA -> Home

All photos here.

Idaho.




Utah.


Fixing Nicole's car with duct tape.


Arizona










Grand Canyon.






Las Vegas.




... sunburned and eating like pigs at the MGM Grand




California




Then we drove all the way home in the dark and didn't take pictures. The end.