October 30, 2004

• I thought squid did your ink...
• And is not this so-called "squid" a many-tentacled beast that riseth from the vile sea and squirteth his inky foulness upon the Earth? Hmmmmm?
• Sadly enough Wendell, I have no body modifications myself. I'm sure moneyjane (which I have been reading as monkeyjane for the longest time) has a cool ink slinging shop that she goes to. Actually I have been editing a documentary called "Tattoo Jew" which deals with the tattooing taboo in Judaism. The director has rounded up a wide swath of Jews, both religious and non religious to discuss this very topic. I just sent him your link moneyjane. It appears their website is down, but if anyone is interested, I can send you a quicktime of the trailer that we cut.
• It's pretty specific. It says no tattoos for the dead. Any other reason should be just dandy, just don't get a tattoo for the dead.
• BTW, I love squirting my inky foulness upon the earth. It's a hobby of mine. I also collect stamps.
• Ah, Mr. Knickerbocker, not so, as Mr. Terry Watkins gets his frenzy on in a number of other pages on his site (scroll to the bottom to find them), which will explain all.
• "Dial-the-Truth Ministries."
• Ye are the children of the LORD your God: ye shall not cut yourselves, nor make any baldness between your eyes for the dead. (Deuteronomy 14:1) I KNEW it! Eyebrow-plucking is a Satanic Practice!
• Check what happens if you get the wrong debit card...
• heh. imho, the one devil head in the flash is by a specific, living artist, Coop.
• TATTOO'S BIZARRE OBSESSION WITH FLAMES & FIRE There's nothing bizarre about it. Fire's cool, that why it's on a lot of tattoo. People get tattoos of cool things. Snakes are cool, too that's why they're on many tattoos. And although the devil is wicked evil creature, he is way cool. This is the guy that invented rock and roll, and he's so damn good at it, he'll sing along backwards. Hate the devil all you want, but you can't deny he's cool, and that's what gets him put on tattoos.
• Not to mention a God tattoo would be really lame.
• Check what happens if you get the wrong debit card... I guess the lord protects people by giving them bad credit?
• Believe it or not...I was tattooed today. By Clifton Carter at Don Ed Hardy's Tattoo City in SF. My first. A MONKEY swinging from a tree--I had it done to commemorate my son's birth during this Year of the Monkey (not because of any connection to MoFi.) It is on my right pec, and red and inflamed at the moment. When it heals I will post photos on the Flickr page.
• Man, the god-botherers just don't want anyone to have the slightest amount of fun or express themselves. Personally, I think about 80% of the tattoos I've seen have been unfortunate crud, but that's the fortune of the bearer of the tattoo and no-one else. Dragging the bible into an aesthetic choice is just more desperate reaching used to justify the ingrained biases of a bunch of frightened sheep who badly want to feel that anything outside of their very narrow view is debased. Yes, I'm tattooed. My wife bought the time for me when I retired, and we both like the design a great deal (though the month+ it took to become part of me was a little trying).
• Speaking for the other truly damned, we find your interest in skin and bones amusing; if overly naiive.
• Some people take funny pictures far too seriously.
• Ok, I'll out myself. I have a monocolor tat of the Cheshire Cat over my left breast. I got it the day before I turned 21, in a San Francisco shop, by a guy who had done tats for Grace Slick and Joan Baez. I assume it was a different needle, but I don't much care. Sometimes in a roadhouse in Interior Alaska I would tell boys they could touch my pussy if they bought me a drink, usually in a group large enough that if the guy didn't think the trick was funny, I wouldn't get my ass kicked. Usually, in fact, I was in the Healy Roadhouse, where coal miners mingled with Slope workers and us girls who'd been brought up from the Lower 48 just for the summer felt like we were really really in the real world. And we all had round trip tickets. Ah, this is a much longer story than I should tell here. The thing about tattoos is, a quarter of a century later you can still bring up the memories as vividly as if you were replaying the Night Before on the Morning After.
• I wonder if this guy wears garments containing more than one fabric? or neglects to kill oxen to atone for his sins? or violates any of the other hundreds of rules in Leviticus? since when do you get to pick and choose which parts of Lev. to obey, and which to ignore?
• I always wanted my family's heraldric crest on my left bicep, and one of those big swirling chinese dragons across my shoulder blades. But alas, Mrs. Fes has put them on the proscribed list, along with cigars in the house, convertibles, earrings (piercings of any kind, one assumes), motorcycles, and cocktail waitresses.
• Fes, perhaps the Mrs. would reconsider. Many wives have their husbands tatooed: ***Property of Mrs. Fes*** would meet her approval, as would ***Hands off, slut*** Her only major decision would be forehead or groin.
• Fes, I hope for your sake the sex is great, 'cause there's not much reason for you to stay with her otherwise.
• Speaking of Leviticus, housepig...it would be a cool tattoo project if you covered someone's body completely with illustrations of every forbidden thing in that book; shellfish, The Gay, et cetera. Or maybe just one huge, Boschian scene involving every single transgression, like with gay crabs wearing nylon/cotton blends and whatnot.
• I wanna be PatB when I grow up. She's cool.
• PatB, I'm sure touching your breast was a nice consolation prize. Most bar tricks for drinks aren't as generous to the guy that falls for it. The reason I don't have a tattoo is every really cool idea I've had for one has seemed really stupid a year later. Right now I'm toying with the idea of the snow lion from Free Tibet's flag, but has to pass this time test first.
• Mr Knick, most of the time they were so busy laughing they didn't do any touching at all. Or their toasted friends were laughing at them, and they all had to punch each other's shoulders. There was one guy who didn't take it well at all, so I bought him a 'screaming orgasm,' gave him a kiss on the cheek and rubbed my breasts on his arm on the sly. His friends all saw, of course, and he seemed to feel much better after that. Or perhaps it was the alcohol content of the screaming orgasm.
• And naturesgreatestmiracle, you can do better.