So what I though would be a damn cool job has turned into yet another disappointing learning experience, what on earth am I supposed to do with a sculpture major that will let me live slightly beyond paycheck to paycheck? Bah! I guess if the only thing wrong in my life life right now is my job than I really don't have it too bad, I do have an amazing girlfriend, a great puppy, wonderful friends and a few pairs of decent matching socks, I just need to get the job situation figured out and I'll be fine.
Then we'll move to Ireland, work on sculpture/motorcycles and raise sheep.
See! I've got a life plan!

Finally got the poem I've been obsessing over for 3 years tattooed on my arm and side, now I just 4 more weeks until I get the surrounding line work finished, I just want to give a huge thank you to Charlie over at The Ink Lab, fucking awesome man.

Here's the piece, taken from Only Revolutions by Mark Z Danielewski.

And just that easily, on my behalf, I come around. Because I’m burning.
The beast of War feeds only on the meats of War. And now I’m for carnage. Here’s how my anguish frees.

Destroy everyone of course. Because I’m unwanted & unsafe.
And I’ll take tears away with torments & rape, killings & feers not even the dead will escape.

Encircling the Guilty, Ashamed, Blameless and Enslaved. Absolved. Butchering their prejudice. Patience. Their Resolve. Because I’m without value.

I’m the coming of every holocaust. Turing no lost. Rending tissue sinew & bone. Excepting no suffering.
By me all levees will break. All silos heave.
I will walk heavy.
And I will walk strange.
I’m the prophecy prophacies pass.
Why need dies at last.
How oceans dry. Islands drown.
And skies of salt crash to the ground.
I turn the powerful. Defy the weak.
Only grass grows down abandoned streets.
For I am longings without trust. The cycloidal haste freedom from Hailey forever wastes.
Dust cares only for dust.
And time only for US.

Pics to come as soon as its completed.

2010 is kicking 2009's fucking ass so far.
Here's to the ass kicking continuing.

Ok, long ass absence.
No money and/or time had conspired against me but I'm back bitches! (thanks to my wonderful bestest ladyfriend Mirabell)
Quick recap.
-Got accident settlement (not enough)
-Bought '08 Triumph Speed Triple (sexy as fuck matte black naked beast, she's going to get me into trouble, I mean just look at her)


-Cleared all our credit card debt (we're responsible!!!)
-Got a puppy (coolest little black dachshund in the world, named Norton)
-Got laid off (this stupid country)
-and now I'm waiting for a medical ok to start my new job which pays a shit ton more but is much less cool then my previous one.

And that's kinda it, at least the last few months anyways.
See you around the forums!

What The Duce?!?

This new layout is horrible, I really hope they listen to the general community response and either give us the option to choose between both the old and new look, or just roll back the new style and do away with this Top 10 bullshit.

Oh, also it appears that I'm not out of the woods yet when it comes to possible bone grafts. Doctors and surgery suck, and I'm not the biggest fan of the oldies again.
(except for your grandparents, I'm sure they're quite lovely).

Well apparently the SG gods are granting my wishes today so......multi set with Ren Tea and Rhiannon? That would be the best christmas gift ever, ever.

What will define you once you're dead, how do you want your life to be measured?
By emotions? By how many tears are shed at your funeral? Or by the things you have accomplished, your central measurable life goals.
Now of course there will always be overlap between the two but in the end, which one is more important to you?


BTW This post is brought to you by the max dose of

sorry if it comes off odd.

Well, I'm back in Phoenix after my world wind trip across half of America (which was mostly a blur due to my average speed being around 85mph, oh and the excessive drinking, not at the same time).

So here I am surrounded by jacked up trucks and the elderly, who have tried to kill me 3 times since being back, fuckers. True fucking story, I was at the DMV getting a AZ id card so I could vote and while waiting a women of about 65-75 came in to renew her drivers license, they started to test her (right next to me) with that eye machine that blinks either left of right and you have to indicate which side you see , well first she just stood there eyes planted to the machine until the tester asked politely if she saw any lights, which she didn't, then the tester politely explained again what she was supposed to do, then the women started to tell the women that she saw blinking on the left side, even though the test had been paused, then when they finally started the test up again the women just kept guessing left or right, which she was wrong 8 out of the 10 times (and that's statistically difficult) but since she saw the light blinking 20% of the time (or because she was holding up a ever growing line) the tester passed her and sent her off to get a new photo taken
WHAT
THE
FUCK

I'd really like to say that I exaggerated most of that, but if anything it doesn't quite describe how completely this women was unable to see (or even follow simple fucking directions). These are the people that kill people like me and my friends, and these are the people politicians are afraid to stand up to. Fuckers.

P.S. I'm going to build a cell phone jammer, fuck those fucking gadgets.

Since my house mate/landlord has again forgotten to pay the cable and internet bill (this time its because of his ex-wife, some how) I've been without net for this past week, so I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to reply to anyone, once the super sniper (yup, he's got over 300 kills while in the marines or the SEALS or what ever branch of the military he claims this time) gets his fucking act together I'll be back, unless I can hunt down some free wifi in this city.

k, that's enough ranting and rambling, later all.

And sorry for saying fuck so much.

Normally I have a steady stream of new sets to keep me calm,
fucking lack of internet.

Have new ink, will travel, and fuck me if it isn't better then I could of ever hoped for. (and its even cooler in person )



Enjoy my filthies.

Larger shot added due to nagging.

This will be short and sweet, I'm on the road currently (YAY!!!!) in Boulder, CO trying to find the tattoo shop I've heard so much about, I think I'm getting close. Nebraska sucks to drive though and Minis do not make the best beds when parked at a rest stops (I think either the stick shift or the hand break molested me during the night). I'm just at a starbucks for the wifi (although that odwalla superfood drink really tastes good after nothing but gas station food for 14 hours)
I'll post the finished ink the next time I get online, ok bye for now.

Update: Alright, they couldn't fit me in today but I'm set for a 3pm sitting tomorrow to finish my cafe badge (finally) and then a 8 hour sitting the next day for the Spider Jerusalem, hopefully it won't take that long but either way I'm up for it. It does mean I'm stuck in Boulder for an extra day with no Idea how to get around, or what there is to do here, several people have suggested hiking, kayaking, or dancing without any trace of humor in their voice
I think I'll just camp out in wifi spots until I'm kicked out, and possibly drink, but thanks to Saturday I'm not sure I even want a beer right now.

Also, I'm spending way to much money on this whole roadtrip

It's funny because it's true.