Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

Wow, a bunch of unpleasant stuff today that I don't want to write about. Anyway… My camera phone appears to suck more and more every day, but here's a rough of the stencil for the tattoo we're starting tomorrow. It's a full color Tom of Finland meets BME/HARD (including some artwork and artwork based on stuff from those galleries) piece in full color with lots of blood. I can't wait!!!!

The picture does not at all do it justice… The layout looks really great at full size and detail, and the planned lighting scheme is excellent. I've seen a number of tattoos with similar themes, but — no offense or insult intended — I really think that this is going to turn out to be the best one (in part because I think it can be difficult to find artists for unusual tattoos like this). And yes, those are my arms, obviously. Laugh it up, now I will have a tattoo of myself on myself.

Rachel has our battery charger but I'll try and squeeze one last shot out of my camera tomorrow so I can show the progress and the actual tattoo…

Other than that, when I went to the gym earlier (and seriously, the bigger the weights get, the more I love it there), I met a friendly but kind of sketchy looking older guy on the street when I was parking:

Dude: Is that a Porsche?

Me: Yeah, it is.

Dude: Why would you camo a Porsche?

Me: Mostly because I have a sense of humor.

Dude: (laughs) Hey, are you a tattoo artist?

Me: No, I get all my tattoos at King of Fools at Yonge and Wellesley.

Dude: Yeah, I got all my tattoos in the Federal Pennitentiary.

Me: Cool, well at least you got them somewhere.

Dude: (laughs and heads off on his way).

You know, doing “crazy” stuff like painting the car camo, getting tattoos on your face, getting an explicit tattoo, whatever the hell you want, is unbelievably freeing and stress reducing. As I've mentioned before, I've been poor and I've been rich, and I'd rather be poor and myself than a rich slave any day.