shortly after this self-timed photo was taken, a golf ball mysteriously slammed into my lens and destroyed my beloved powershot 600.



i was able to bend back the lens, and manually open the cover, but it was pretty wrecked. it couldn't focus or close on its own. and the gears sounded weird, as if they were saying, "why did you place me on the ground in front of you while you were hitting a golf ball?" anyway, here's a picture of me and joe. it's the last picture i'll ever take with that camera.



now, i know what you're thinking. "wait! how did you take all those amazing pictures of urinals?!" well, i went and bought a new camera. if you're keeping track at home, this is the 6th digital camera in 5 years.

camera one - stolen
camera two - accidentally run over with my car at Burning Man
camera three - accidentally dropped at Comic Con, shortly after my cousin Paul blurted, "Quick! Take a picture of that girl!"
camera four - smashed when tripod tipped over during self portrait attempt whilst drunk
camera five - smashed with a golf ball.