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:
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.
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)
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.
Labels: BAD, haiku, hasselho, insomnia, me, monkey, pics, rosie, tattoo
