So much injury, so little time

Today for barbecue breakfast I am having pumpkin pancakes.

I don't actually know what this picture is trying to illustrate. That I have a system for lighting coals? That I am going to barbecue pancakes? That the newspaper I use, to start the fire produces a bad smelling oddly colored smoke?

This is the spooky fairy troll that replaced Bacchus in the garden.

Too much butter? Too much batter?

The first one always comes out a little funny. It worked out though, I just snacked on it while I made more, attractive, pancakes.

This one looks better...right?

What would breakfast be if I didn't injure myself?

I hate that stupid cat.

In the end; another lovely barbecue breakfast (at 11:45).

Here is what happens if you accidentally lock your cat in the closet.

This is a ceramic cat that I have filled with plaster and will attempt to make a belt buckle out of.

Here is the buckle I will attach the cat to.

My second injury of the day.

Drilling a ceramic cat is harder than I would have thought. I didn't think there was supposed to be smoke.

One bit down. Four holes to go.

Number three. Or is it four since I think I got more than on cut during my last incident.

I wonder if the plaster is any part of the problem.

I believe that metal and plaster dust help promote faster healing.

Two bits, four (or more) injuries and still working on the first hole in that cat.

Not having much luck with the cat; I move on to a different buckle project.

I decided that if I plan to injure myself so much; I should at least have decent bandages.

I have nothing to say about this "Volcano Chicken" (maybe it was called something different, but, that's not the point). They were playing Jane's Addiction and it made me happy and I just wanted to remember that moment.

Now you can do a christening in your very own living room.

Maybe this person has one arm that is considerably larger than the other.

So I found this player piano. I'm pretty sure I need it.

It's pedal powered, so I made the owner of the shop pedal it for me

Not just an elk horn or a rattle snake, but a rattle snake encased in acrylic on an elk horn belt buckle.

As picnics are the hot thing to do in Roseburg; I have been on the lookout for a sweet picnic basket.

I don't know which part of this that I think is the most interesting: the bomb-esque packaging? The wrapping of random books to look like bombs and selling them for $2? The wrapping of random books to look like bombs, posting a sign forbidding the handling or inspecting the mysterious packages, selling these mysterious packages at $2 a pop and labeling them "Christian Romance" (do these books revolve around the period where Jesus roamed the countryside as a gigolo).