The day I died.
Triage was fun.
There's a sentence that should never be said.
But it was! I got terrible make-up done so that, in the end, I looked like a hypothermia victim with a ballpoint pen stuck in my noggin. ... Well, technically, it was rebar and I was in shock.
But I digress! What I really wanted to say is that I have some morbidly entertaining photos, curtesy of Mrs. Carnes, my camera, and some other people.
Unofrtunately, no great photos came out of Emile,e Vince, or Eva being all mutiliated, but you can imagine.
This is what you look like after your face catches fire.
This is what you look like after your face meets the asphalt.
And this is what your face looks like when your charter plane explodes and sends you flying into a poorly placed concrete rebar.
The blood was, I hate to say, kind of delicious.
Amanda also had a really unfortunate leg injury. Those workers don't seem too frantic, do they?
I just found this really eerie for some reason. Maybe it's that guy looking all chill in the background as Danielle's corpse is dragged away.
And, well... how many days a week do you see your own death? It gets creepier as I stare at it.
And now, for something completely different...
Vernier Software and Technology finally posted our photos in the catalog and on the website. I'm in quite a few (especially on the backpage), but only a few were worth printing.
Fantastic! My perky chest forever immortalized. (This is perhaps not one of them.)
Me and my Dave Matthews tour shirt in the background, playing with some dude's guts.
But this one wasn't too bad -- me, Andy, and Brittany.
INTERESTING FACT! The computer screen is photoshopped in -- I am thrilled about absolutely nothing at all!
That is all!
There's a sentence that should never be said.
But it was! I got terrible make-up done so that, in the end, I looked like a hypothermia victim with a ballpoint pen stuck in my noggin. ... Well, technically, it was rebar and I was in shock.
But I digress! What I really wanted to say is that I have some morbidly entertaining photos, curtesy of Mrs. Carnes, my camera, and some other people.
Unofrtunately, no great photos came out of Emile,e Vince, or Eva being all mutiliated, but you can imagine.
This is what you look like after your face catches fire.
This is what you look like after your face meets the asphalt.
And this is what your face looks like when your charter plane explodes and sends you flying into a poorly placed concrete rebar.
The blood was, I hate to say, kind of delicious.
Amanda also had a really unfortunate leg injury. Those workers don't seem too frantic, do they?
I just found this really eerie for some reason. Maybe it's that guy looking all chill in the background as Danielle's corpse is dragged away.
And, well... how many days a week do you see your own death? It gets creepier as I stare at it.
And now, for something completely different...
Vernier Software and Technology finally posted our photos in the catalog and on the website. I'm in quite a few (especially on the backpage), but only a few were worth printing.
Fantastic! My perky chest forever immortalized. (This is perhaps not one of them.)
Me and my Dave Matthews tour shirt in the background, playing with some dude's guts.
But this one wasn't too bad -- me, Andy, and Brittany.
INTERESTING FACT! The computer screen is photoshopped in -- I am thrilled about absolutely nothing at all!
That is all!