and this link which i’m posting with a degree of trepidation, i don’t agree with all of the things on the list but some of them do strike a chord.
the shallowing of american tastes
and our responibility as bloggers
$1 trillion (not even sure how many zeros that is) is missing from the Pentagon
more after work.
apologies to robin williams. another day, another week. my boss isn’t in yet, so my day is shaping up nicely. my back is healing magnificently which is good cause i’m running out of the crap tshirts i don’t mind getting stained with ink and blood. (yeah, i know tmi)
the throbbing in my shoulder has receeded to a satisfying ache.
in other news, i have begun a job hunt of sorts here for vic, i’m waiting on a call back. speaking of which it’s been two weeks since i heard from the guy who said i was undervaluing myself, i should give him a call.
i’m going to try and get some work finished before my boss shows up, i shall post anon.
strangely the itching has begun, usually it takes two or three days before it starts, i realise that most of my post about this tattoo, i should point out that i have others and they can be see here
i swear this is my last tattoo. my friend sam told me to keep saying that and i may convince myself yet.
tonight is going to be an early night, i’m still in pain, still without cable, my boss is back tomorrow and i’m taking wednesday off to see the matrix, so i have to make sure all my shit is wrapped up.
as soon as i get near a digital camera, i’m going document this work in progress. i’m looking at 2 or 3 weeks of ink, about twice a week. fun, fun, fun.
gnight to one and all
i still ache and had to sleep on my stomach last night, but i stood in the mirror today and this is so definitely worth the pain.
ok, i think i’m in a better position to describe the tattoo, it’s starts on my chest, left and right side, goes over the shoulder, crosses on my upper back and recrosses to end in a point midway down my spine, the best way to describe it, is a pair of folded wings or a heart.
formula one today kicked major fucking ass. two false starts, ferarri on fire in the pits. what more could i ask for. i had a blast then i geeked out and finished setting up a machine for the rest of the day and then saw one of the funniest episodes samuari jack – jack through the looking glass. the writers were very definitely on class A drugs.
i miss victoria, on many levels and of late, the physical needs have become very dominant. getting inked hasn’t helped, my level of arousal has leapt through the roof. yes, the pain is a turn on. ok. sort of suffering for your art. lol. but i realised last night that the situation is getting completely out of hand, i saw anna nicole smith on tv and thought, you know she isn’t so bad…
i need my wife! I WANT MY WIFE!
breathe.
i must not fear. fear is the mind killer. fear is the little death that brings about total obliteration. i will face my fear. i will permit it to pass over me and through me. and when it has gone past, i will turn with the inner eye to see it’s path. where the fear has gone, there will be nothing, only i will remain.
i’ll be back later.
i’ve just done one shoulder blade, there is still the work down my spine to be done and over the collarbone to the front.
the pain ain’t no where done yet. the bene gesserit mantra helps, but it is the beauty of the finished work that i can focus on, like the blog the pain is catharsis.
i am hard pressed to describe what this particular piece is, so i intend to call it conclusion.
as i said before this is my last major work, it’s tribal in interpretation there are hearts and birds and light.
i’m crashing by a friend without a landline tonight to fix her computer and watch formula one in the morning, speaking of which let me go check what the qualifying was this morning. missed that too this morning. sigh.
have a great night, i’ll be back on the morrow.
god, i love it. i spent most of today at my tattoo aritist we worked out what my last piece is going to be.
yes, this the final major work, i’m doing, after this the names of any future children, that’s it.
so he started, a lot of it is on my shoulder blades and my spine, i am in so much fucking pain right now. i’m going back on wednesday to do some more, this is going to be done in stages over the next couple of weeks. yes it’s that big, pictures will follow as each section is completed.
anyway my daughter is waiting, i’ll be back with more details later.
Here is the result of your ACL 400 Point Purity Test.
You answered “yes” to 218 of 400 questions, making you 45.5% sexually pure (54.5% sexually corrupt); that is, you are 45.5% pure in the sex domain.
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find the test here
so i didn’t pay the cable bill and it got disconnected, no big deal really, i can read, i can go online.
BUT… it’s a race weekend (formula one, need to see if ferarri can keep up their winning ways) and tuesday is the gilmore girls/smallville season finale.
what to do, what to do?
i’m off to see my tattoo artist in the morning, i’m feeling the calling… time for more ink, it’s going to big, it’s going to be elaborate, it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.
the list of things i’m going to do this evening, now that i have no cable…
1. finish designing the new ink
2. finish watching welcome to collinwood
3. get back to the richard brautigan
not that i did anything all day. my boss comes back on monday and she’s going to have a shit fit, she expects to find 3 whole campaign completed, i had no copy, so i did nothing.
i’ve been trolling for links of interest and minding has been driftng a lot to my physical relationship with victoria (side track, in illusions: the adventures of a reluctant messiah, there was a trick to opening a book the page you wanted, just by what you’re thinking, i think what’s going through my mind, has affected my choices)
from nerve (in 2 parts)
Baby Got Back I and the conclusion and this delicious tidbit from tristan taormino about her birthday celebration
i keep reminding myself that may is national masturbation month and i should be doing something for the cause, but it’s become so functional, it’s just no fun. sigh.
on to the real news to distract myself…
more from the dictatorial bush clan (jeb not ‘W’ this time) and another nail in the coffin of women’s rights under the current administration.
but wait there is hope for the girls
and more new math
a more personal look a the jayson blair story
going to find something to read or do, to distract myself.
be back later.
o the pig (term of endearment, i swear) had a tarot reading this week and i am her knight of wands (or so she says) and it may not necessarily be a good thing, but i’m wondering how much faith to put into it. she also had a pyschic reading done about two years ago that said we would get back together (yeah, right! not very likely). and just for the record she is a queen of coins reversed.all of this is apropos of nothing, i saw a post on another blog about tarot cards and it came to mind.
doing some research i can’t actually deny that i was any of the things that the knight of wands represents. i think i’ve changed, age brings reason.
to which end:
