Three New Patches.

Check out these three new shoulder patches that I got.

Oh, and don't mind the other stuff! I just put that there.

My New Winter Coat

Check out this kick-ass jacket I got for the "holiday season" from a sweet little lady (and purchased at Old Navy of all places!). I've been there like one and less-than-a-half of times and it just isn't for me. I get embarrassed just stepping foot inside the building based on the bullshit they sell. So imagine that, the fact that this sweet-ass coat came from their warehouse. Weird. But it's nice.

It's furry on the inside. Just like me... except I'm furry on the outsides.  

Never had a furry coat before.

Here's a detail of the two buttons I've got on this one. Now I own two of the Zombie pins. I just said "what the hell" as I got the second one. Why the fuck not? Never enough Fulci! I don't think I'll be adding more patches to this one. I need something more subtle that doesn't reflect my male peacock-ness.

I also got two pajama pants. Both from Joe Boxer. One was thin with smiley-skull and crossbones (joker type stuff). The other was thick and fuzzy with real looking skull graphics (which means I guess they know that I'm deadly serious).

My Old Snow Jacket.

Two years ago, I was going through a pretty rough time (that'll end when I'm dead no doubt) and really needed something to keep my senses sharp in those dark hours. So naturally I took up sewing! I had some Immortal patches safety pinned unto a pretty banged up, lousy ass looking jacket that was thin as fuck. I took 'em off and decided to get really real real and go buy a thick, sturdy craftsman button up, then add to it some frost protection in the form of roughly 35 patches. The end result is this ridiculously-absurd, peacock-feathered, ultra-heavy, and downright protective winter gear. It's a bit over the top but I was never one to take myself quite so seriously. I did it all by hand over several weeks, using a double stitch and knot technique and a busted up back of a CD case to make sure I didn't drunkenly sew the sleeves together (it happened once or twice).

People often have a difficult time knowing if I'm joking or being serious. I just tell them "I'm serious...ly joking." Ha!