Freaky Friday (Starts Early)

For me anyway!! I know you'll be surprised to see me posting so (relatively) early, but here's the deal.
I was up all night.
For no particular reason other than, I suppose, I slept in and exceedingly well on Wednesday night. Straight through until 10:00 AM Thursday.
I worked on a custom tattoo design for a bit yesterday; but we just got the layout done. Me scribbling all over this guy's bod (well, not all over - only one shoulder to elbow and his back) with sharpies (can't beat um for designing on skin). It's pretty complex design. Celtic knotwork in bas relief on stone, with some Ogham lettering. The moral of this lil ramble is that I was all fired up after he left, and felt like pushing some ink. So after I made dinner (Fried chicken with Fettuccine Alfredo and salad), and fartin' around with finishing up my Thursday Thirteen... (and wasn't that a pain in the Ass!!! Why did I think that would be a quick, easy one? DUH!!!), anyway I decided to maybe do a lil ink on myself.

Okay. Now really peeps; I wouldn't kid ya. "Do tattoos hurt"? many (countless) morons, folks have asked. So let me tell you. Really... they don't hurt at all. (I mean, what's a lil prick between friends, right?) Okay. I'm gonna say this once and only once:

FUCK YES TATTOOS HURT!!!

Last week, (I think) I posted a pic of my inner forearm black work that my lovely apprentice (daughter) had done. That was months ago. I haven't had an ink-fix since then. Well, last weekend everybody got ink but MamaThorne, and I was bummed. Here's the problem. Just try laying a screaming 5 needle cluster down on your own skin, when you know it's gonna hurt - worse, when it really hurts, without closing yer eyes.

Nonetheless... I decided to brave it. And I'll be damned, but it really didn't hurt!! (Imagine me laughing- no, really - braying like a mule... Right. Out. Loud.) The thing is, when somebody is tattooing on me, I just sorta check out. Go to my happy place. So I don't really notice that it hurts until sometime after about 3 hours of work, (depending on body area, of course. IE: Outside upper arm; meh. Outside calf and ankle; meh. Low inside ankle; fucking exquisite pain. I mean, like a high c note slicing through your flesh. Inner arm; reasonably intense. Back; fucking insane. I mean,lemme put it this way, the least of it made me want to slap that bitch doing the work [and I adore her] and after 3 hours, I admit it was let the tears fall or vomit. Thank GDSS)we were done by then).
Wooooo. Again, I digress.

So this is it. My new spider web. I love it. It's not done, but it's a happy start!

Boy can I ramble on, eh?? And you thought I was bad with sleep! I'm ready for another cup-o-coffee!!!

Okay folks. Now this next pic is a lil scary. But strangely cool, too. Scary. Cool. Scary. Cool. Really, It freaks me out. I can't imagine why a woman would... but still it's incredible ink. Brings a whole new visual to the saying "spankin' the monkey"!NOT WORK OR MINOR SAFE

Lt's see. What else did I have for ya from my spinning brain at sometime in the wee hours (before my browser froze and I had to relaunch it and decided to take a bubble bath, and come back to this later...)?
I know! Some fucked up shit. First, is it toally fucked up what that nasty lil cavegirl, brainless, republican, christianist, sexkitten, cunt hassleho did to our Ro?? I mean. Whatever... she's an idiot. But am I the only one who saw how fucking HURT
Ro was??. I think most of us, no matter how liberal we are, has a friend or more who just can't wrap their head around our politics any more than we can co-sign theirs. Am I right? I know I do. But we trust each other. At least me and my friends do. We trust each other's hearts that when it comes down to it... Anyway, that bitch refusing to stand up and say that her friend, Rosie, never meant to call "our" troops terrorists. I saw it. Ro nearly cried. Everybody called it a cat-fight or worse. But I saw a heart break between once friends. I saw ego and privelige and "popularity" get on the bandwagon with all the other Rosie haters, and betray a friend. It broke my heart.

Haiku for Rosie

Truthy queer mamma
iraqi children dying
her heart breaks there too.


Okay. That's it for now. I'm gonna go hold my beautiful grandson for awhile. He is one month and 2 days old!! Here's a lil grandbaby love for ya'll.

Freaky Friday Fun

My answer for everything.  (Works in place of "Because I said so" for children)

Today's song is That psychotic Disturbed favorite "Down with the Sickness"

Gooooood Morning Vietnam!

Oh. Wait. We're in Amurika. I forgot for a sec. So today is about bits and pieces of freaky and otherwise interesting (to me, at least) stuff, interspersed with my usual anti war bits and links. I'll start with a great new website See My Face, brought to my attention my beautiful Betmo at Life's Journey. See my face is an online visual representation of people who are against this war and want it over now!

"Support Our Troops: Bring Them Home Now. Be a part of an online antiwar protest by showing your face: be a part of www.seemyface.org"

Go. Upload your pic. Make a statement. We're gonna stop this war, and people using the internet in creative ways like this to help do it are gonna be making history. Be a part of this.

Oh, Shit!!! BTW, everybody, yesterday I updated my blogrolls. Originally my intent was to give a big shout out to everybloggy I added, but then I ditzed out and deleted them from my sticky as I went. So check out the rolls, I know I told alot of you I was adding you. I'm still working on getting them all organized. (Or, well, what passes for organized to me; anyway.) I've got more to add, and any comments/feedback from folks who use Google Reader would be appreciated. I'm finding myself a bit overloaded keeping up with everybloggy I want to read, and Dez suggests that it's a good way. Let me know what you think, if you use it!

Also, RickB at Ten Percent and Doug (at balls and Walnuts, above), have brought it to my attention that not everyone knows to what "Their turn 'in the barrel'" ([re: yesterday's Thursday 13]which was very poorly punctuated, now that I reconsider), refers .

So I will tell it here as best as my memory allows.

It's a paraphrased punchline from this joke that I believe I heard told my an armed forces member, so my retelling is in those terms, but I have no idea as to correct military-ese, so bear with me. (your version may differ) I use it as a metaphor.

A new recruit fresh out of boot camp was sent to a distant and lonely post. When he arrived, an "Old Timer" took him around the camp, filling him in on everything he needed to know. At the end of the tour, out past the latrines, the two soldiers approached a large wooden barrel, sitting in the shade. The new recruit was puzzled and the "OT" explained, "Well kid, there are no women anywhere on this post, so we worked out a special sort of relief. When you need to get your rocks off, come on out here and stick your dick in the knothole. It's usually better than beatin' it yourself, if ya know what I mean". The recruit wasn't really sure what he meant, so came back later to try the barrel out. He slept sated that night, and in the am reported for his duty roster. In the slot for 0800 to 1100 hours was neatly typed "Your Turn in the Barrel".

In this case it refers metaphorically to the many white males who bitch about affirmative action, et al.

Came across this bit: Via States-A-Mind

clipped from www.signs-of-the-times.org

Fluoride, added to the water supply of many cities and counties and sold by WalMart in its nursery water, has a tendency to accumulate not only in developing teeth causing discoloration, and in bones making them brittle. The mineral is associated with cancer and it also accumulates in the pineal gland, an important hormone control center, where it wreaks considerable havoc. Paul Connett of Fluoride Action Network comments on Jennifer Luke's research which was part of her PhD thesis and had just been published in Caries Research under the title: Fluoride Deposition in the Aged Human Pineal Gland.

Fluoride is a poison, yet we add it to our water and toothpaste and even call it a supplement, although it has no nutritional value. Its medicinal value - the prevention of tooth decay - is the official explanation for adding the toxic mineral to the water supply. But that value is far outweighed by its toxic side effects - amply documented by Paul Connett in his Statement of Concern.

What a load of crap!!! And we wonder why so many of us have chemical imbalances. Sheesh!@!

Here's our Little Pharoah One lb and 2 oz later.

Something fun for Bettie page fans, (or just for paper doll fans.  Too much fun!!! (And yes, I like to undress her as much as I like to dress her up!)

And in closing, I'm open to discussion of the merits of the electric fly swatter over the traditional style.  Personally I find that the number of flies killed per zap outweighs the stink of frying fly, (but just barely).  I also like being able to swat them in the air, and my African Grey Parrot kinda gets into it, bobbing her head and letting out loud "crack" noises.