My ribs got the better of me yesterday.
I was planning on trying to sit for 4 hours of tattooing my ribs.
I was ambitious.
Really just not smart.
I knew better, I really did.
I tapped out at around 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Oh my God.
At that point I could really feel that if I sat for too much longer, I would vomit.
On the plus side, I've started what will turn out to be a sweet tattoo. And I did get a large amount of work done on it. Two more sittings, I hope, will finish it. There is still a great deal of work to be done, but I'm happy.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The cold air comes in.
It was fairly warm today, but fall is on its way. The other day at work my coworker and I had to force work to get us new uniforms, starting with a sweater, because it was too cold to be standing outside in a just a shirt(A pink one at that). Of course this meant I was alone, and swamped with work, for a hour or so while said coworker was dragged away by the management to try on clothes.
Anyway.
I enjoy the cold. Fall is really my season, but the drop in temp really does nothing good for me. I am blessed with a fearless and ferocious case a dry skin. I'll give it to Sean that his is worse, but my hands and lips start cracking and bleeding once its hits 60. My hands look like poorly sculpted clay models left out in the sun to dry. I could keep a zombie infestation happy with the amount of skin that rips off my lips in a given season. It's really not a pretty sight. Thankfully, Burt's Bees exists, and Zombies aren't real.
Aside from exponential death of my soft and smooth skin cells, the cold brings on the aches of old age. Sure, I'm only 20, still a young buck. A young buck that's been shot in a few helpful joints. Seriously though, my bones ache like you wouldn't believe. My right leg begins to feel like a plaster skeleton with joints super glued into the classic skeleton pose; straight. My shoulder starts to pretend I've been a Major League Pitcher for 30 years, and has just got no life left. My messenger bag, containing a book or two, and possibly something else of an equally light weight, will begin to feel as if I'm the nerdy kid in school who carries his extensive rock collection with him for good luck.
Forgetting my body that seems to fall more and more apart on a daily basis, I really do love these up coming seasons. The cold is just....nicer. The colors are softer, sweeter, and not on overweight women in tube tops. It really just makes me enjoy things more. A good blanket, a burning hot cup of coffee, the company of others, it all just gets intensified as the weather begins to cool. And come on, it's easy to get warm. Be creative.
The point of this blog is about to be changed.
Amber has been urging me to blog once again, it has been a long time. The plan was for both of us to post a blog about our time spent together when I went back to Maine this summer. We. however, are both very similar and very similarly did not blog for a very long time. Now a blog about a trip home last month just seems silly. So in short:
I ventured home this summer, finally, for a short time. In which time I saw very few people, and managed to do a lot. I finally got to see my friend Amber again. Explaining our relationship is not yet something I have been able to do all that well. In far too many ways, we are the same. There was no real set up for our friendship, no real introduction, no real time spent together before hand, it just sort of happened, and it has yet to stop.
We spent a lovely day together doing what we do best, which is not much at all. We drank coffee, and walked through the Camden park, and finally took post on a bench by the harbor. We talked for hours about the same things we always do, and somethings we hadn't. We had a giant catch up on life, filling in the gaps for each other, and for ourselves. Eventually movement started again, and we toyed around in The Planet, a fantastic store for those of you who don't already know. This happened:
And afterwards we finished our excursion with some ice cream from a friendly little place that really liked my hat and had a place for us to sit outside and continue talking about this and that(pregnant high schoolers.) It was a day well spent.
Anyway.
I enjoy the cold. Fall is really my season, but the drop in temp really does nothing good for me. I am blessed with a fearless and ferocious case a dry skin. I'll give it to Sean that his is worse, but my hands and lips start cracking and bleeding once its hits 60. My hands look like poorly sculpted clay models left out in the sun to dry. I could keep a zombie infestation happy with the amount of skin that rips off my lips in a given season. It's really not a pretty sight. Thankfully, Burt's Bees exists, and Zombies aren't real.
Aside from exponential death of my soft and smooth skin cells, the cold brings on the aches of old age. Sure, I'm only 20, still a young buck. A young buck that's been shot in a few helpful joints. Seriously though, my bones ache like you wouldn't believe. My right leg begins to feel like a plaster skeleton with joints super glued into the classic skeleton pose; straight. My shoulder starts to pretend I've been a Major League Pitcher for 30 years, and has just got no life left. My messenger bag, containing a book or two, and possibly something else of an equally light weight, will begin to feel as if I'm the nerdy kid in school who carries his extensive rock collection with him for good luck.
Forgetting my body that seems to fall more and more apart on a daily basis, I really do love these up coming seasons. The cold is just....nicer. The colors are softer, sweeter, and not on overweight women in tube tops. It really just makes me enjoy things more. A good blanket, a burning hot cup of coffee, the company of others, it all just gets intensified as the weather begins to cool. And come on, it's easy to get warm. Be creative.
The point of this blog is about to be changed.
Amber has been urging me to blog once again, it has been a long time. The plan was for both of us to post a blog about our time spent together when I went back to Maine this summer. We. however, are both very similar and very similarly did not blog for a very long time. Now a blog about a trip home last month just seems silly. So in short:
I ventured home this summer, finally, for a short time. In which time I saw very few people, and managed to do a lot. I finally got to see my friend Amber again. Explaining our relationship is not yet something I have been able to do all that well. In far too many ways, we are the same. There was no real set up for our friendship, no real introduction, no real time spent together before hand, it just sort of happened, and it has yet to stop.
We spent a lovely day together doing what we do best, which is not much at all. We drank coffee, and walked through the Camden park, and finally took post on a bench by the harbor. We talked for hours about the same things we always do, and somethings we hadn't. We had a giant catch up on life, filling in the gaps for each other, and for ourselves. Eventually movement started again, and we toyed around in The Planet, a fantastic store for those of you who don't already know. This happened:
And afterwards we finished our excursion with some ice cream from a friendly little place that really liked my hat and had a place for us to sit outside and continue talking about this and that(pregnant high schoolers.) It was a day well spent.
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