So today after getting off work, I drove to PDX to pick up Eric and Oliver, who were kind enough to fly up here to visit me in Portland. I was hoping the weather, which has been pretty good lately, would hold up, but the clouds have started to return and the temperatures have started to fall. It's a bit chilly.

Like Eric says, "Fuck, it's cold!!"

It was nice to see old faces again. I met both Eric and Oliver in high school, from which we graduated eight years ago. It makes me feel old!

Eric has a history of doing things to himself. As a budding pyromaniac as a child, he would set not only things on fire but himself as well. He has some very entertaining stories, which I won't go into here. Knowing Eric to be without fear when it comes to masochism, I dared him to use a surgical skin stapler and staple himself, half expecting him to decline, since patients are usually anesthetized when their skin incisions are closed with staples.

He accepted (the crazy bastard). I don't think I've ever seen him squeal like a little girl. Just kidding. I can't imagine stapling as a painless process. Eric took it like a man! I suppose some of you may be wondering why I have a surgical skin stapler at home. I guess I can't really satisfactorily answer that question. I just do. You never know when you might need a skin stapler.

Here are some photos from the ordeal. Eric also has more pictures up at his site.

And as always, this is not intended for younger audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.