Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sunday Ink # 41

I was sitting at the Key Bar on 6th street on a hot Sunday afternoon, quaffing Guinness in copious amounts, this young lady, "L", came in and sat very near me. A beautiful girl with a few other beautiful girls, she had both arms all sewn up. I knew I had to make her a Sunday Ink girl. Then the woman sitting next to me said, "You have to get her legs." Holy Mother of God. What a set of stems, and the artwork is outstanding.

So... Top picture is great art. May be a story, I don't know.

Middle picture (The long shapely leg...), tells a story. The woman has stolen the pearl of life from the dragon king and in the end kills heself and hides it within her own body to protect it from him to save the world.

Bottom picture (her back) is sanscrit for all a woman is... Top to bottom Mother, daughter, sister, lover, goddess.

The more I saw, the more I wanted to see... And this is just a fraction.

Beautiful women. Beautiful Ink. Beautiful day.


Thursday, June 25, 2009

Off Putting

Top 10 reasons I procrastinate:


Monday, June 22, 2009

Indian Burn, A 100 Word Infomercial

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Sunday Ink #40

Let's have a warm welcome for "J"... She's one of the beautiful bar babes from one of the outside deck bars on west 6th Street in beautiful downtown ATX. I find it extremely amusing that although her art is a dichotomy on each side of her stunning body, when put together its spells out what most beautiful women are... Pure Evil.


Saturday, June 20, 2009

Dog Tired

Jack in a very unnatural state... Asleep after 36
straight hours of playing and running around.

It's been awhile since I've given you any kind of update on my life. I really don't have a lot to tell right now. Work too much. Drink more than I should. Eat out a lot. That's about it for me.
Jack, on the other hand has come such a long way. He's becoming a really good dog. We still have work to do, but what a vast improvement over the psycho dingo I brought home.
He's still a shadow dog. Always at my side. If I get out of bed for a glass of water, he does the same. I go to the bathroom, he lays in the doorway. That will never change. I suppose that's OK. I'm getting used to it, and I don't trip over him like I used to. I have a Jack radar that alerts me if he's standing right behind me.
He's grasped the concept that "sit" means sit and stay sitting rather than sit, bounce up. Down... Not so much. He "high five"s like a champ. (We don't do shake, too pedestrian). Roll over... Maybe if he gets hit by a big truck. Maybe.
We are having a stand off with fetch. He loves the game, but short drops the ball, trying to make me walk to it. Nuh-uh. We are both hard headed as Hell, so it's a battle of the wills now. He's losing, but slowly. Very slowly. A friend of mine gave me a kong frisbee that Jack loved and did well with. (He'll be a good frisbee dog some day) but I threw it in the lake for Jack to fetch... Kong frisbees don't float. Jack stayed mad the rest of the afternoon. I'll have to buy another one soon.
He rides in the Jeep untethered, and will stay put unless I open the back door for him. I can go in the grocery store for 30 mins or more and he's right there waiting when I come out.
We still walk and run 7.5 miles a few times a week, and he still sleddogs a little, but not like he used to.
At the end of a long day when I drag my weary body into my big king size bed, it's comforting that I'm not alone. I have 45lbs of blue unadulterated loyalty and love.


Thursday, June 18, 2009

EPT Phone Home

So... There I was at the Dollar Tree... You know, one of those "everything's a buck" stores... Standing in the checkout line... Perusing the impulse items... Batteries, gum, chapstick, pregnancy test...
Pregnancy test????
If you are hinging your entire foreseeable future on a one dollar pregnancy test from the Dollar Tree, I hope to God it's negative, because you really don't need to be breeding.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The New Communist Par-Tay

I'm fed up and tired. I'm convinced that the people representing the conservatives in this country are a bunch of spineless, weak-willed bootlickers. I'm damn glad I'm independent and not a Republican... Bunch of two-faced backstabbers.
God damnit, this country fought not one, but TWO rebellions to be a free capitalist country. Granted the second one failed in 1865, but we made a strong point.
After that we fought in two GLOBAL conflicts, the second one only 65 years ago and it specifically against the evils that a socialist government can inflict.
We have sent troops around the world fighting communism and protecting democracy... Two Asian countries come to mind almost immediately.
And yet...
And yet...
Then it came to me... The systematic destruction of the American psyche...
The dumbing down of the American educational system... We're all familiar with it, so I won't go into it here, but Base curriculum like basic math skills and grammar (I won't mention spelling because I am so notoriously bad at it) have gone to Hell while promoting good feelings has gone to the front of the class.
You want to know what will make you feel good? Having the skills to earn a damn living after you get out of school.
It seems now most schools spend most of the year preparing the students to take standardized tests, the TAKS test being notorious here in Tejas.
I have friends who are educators and I have nothing but the deepest respect for them (Mr and Mrs Doc), and yet I meet teachers and college professors here in Austin that I wouldn't trust to proof read my 100 word stories or add up my tab at the local bar. What the Hell happened?
Then you have the labor unions. Maybe, and I do mean maybe they had their place in the past to protect unskilled laborers, but now they are nothing but money sucking promoters of poor work ethic. More money for less work. What happened to the way it should be. More money for more work. Work hard. Learn a skill. Do a good job. Get paid more. That too capitalist for you? That's how I came up the ladder. Do more, get more. Period.
You know why these unions fight so hard for more for the workers? It's so they can raise the union dues and get more for themselves.
It's no shock to me, nor should it be to any rational human being why non union foreign owned car manufacturers can make better products for less... and avoid being bailed out... and going bankrupt.
Side note... How many of you out there know that the US Government owns stock (unconstitutionally, I might add) in over 500 companies? Hmmm?
The last thing I'll mention today is the destruction of the competitive spirit in this country. We were a nation of fighters. Now we have youth leagues and teams who don't keep score. Classes where everyone gets a gold star. everyone is equal. There are no winners and there are no... Nope. I won't finish that sentence... Because if we keep this up, everyone loses. Everyone.


Monday, June 15, 2009

Overheard At The Key Bar

Me: ...I've got a tattoo of a celtic dog on my shoulder... (rolling up my sleeve) Here.

Pretty Blonde: (looking me up and down) You run don't you?

Me: (nodding self confidently) Yes... Yes I do.

Pretty Blonde: (pointing at my arm) Yeah, you have tan lines from wearing your iPod.


Sunday, June 14, 2009

Sunday Ink # 39

Another dog park beauty, and yet another "M". I noticed ink on her lower back as she was picking up the ball for her dog. I couldn't get a picture of that due to the scale of the ink... It went a little low on her body and we were in public... What I did not see was this wonderful Vargas pin up girl on her thigh. Wow. Very nice.

Hey, Bou... Maybe Ringo would like this one. Wooo!


Saturday, June 13, 2009

Tied To The (Whipping) Post

As I am out and about doing things (drinking, dog park), I keep my eye out for pretty girls with body art. Sometimes I use that approach just to meet pretty girls... Sometimes it's actually all about the ink. My Introduction usually starts the same way... "What's your ink?"
It's an innocent enough inquiry to put them off guard, and we can talk for a while before I try to get them to let me take a picture or two... Especially if said picture involves adjusting or removing clothing.
I've taken over 40 pictures so far, and only been turned down 2 maybe 3 times, so I feel like my approach is a good one.
I explain that I don't show faces. I don't use real names (Hell, I don't even use my real name, much less the name of an innocent). I'm pretty much ungooglable. Even if you happen to know my real full name, it's like I don't exist, so I try to keep my Sunday Ink Girls ungooglable as well.
Then I tell them "I have a web page, or a blog. I don't write on Sundays, so I use Tattoo pictures as filler."
It seems I don't write through the week anymore either. It's been a month and a half since I posted anything but pictures... and a short piece about the statistics of the pictures.
Some of you out there think the Ink pictures are creepy... Or that I'm creepy for approaching women that way.
Fine. I'm sorry you feel thus. I enjoy it, and I get to talk to a lot of pretty girls. I'm still gonna continue with it.
Some of you like them, even if it's a morbid type of curiosity (Bou) or a lusty man thing (walrilla).
A lot of the bloggers I know and read have taken a hiatus or sabbatical in the last year or two. Some never came back. Some actually announced their retirement.
I've been here for four years come July. Four long years. I may be just phoning it in right now, but damn it, I'm still here.
Lot of changes to my life in that time. I'm hardly the same human being anymore. I gained a lot of wonderful things... I had some of those things ripped away from me.
Just in the last year I lost 50lbs. That's half a human being. In that same year I very nearly lost my job. Not to mention bringing Jack (crazy blue dingo) into my home as a member of my family.
In the four years of writing I have been abandoned by my political party, and watched the country that I love dearly take the tenants that made it strong for 200 years and abandon them in less than 200 days.
You would think that all would be blog fodder, but I just feel overwhelmed and tired.
I have started a lot of posts only to delete them as inferior or rambling (like this one is).
My 100 word muse seems to be on vacation at the moment.
I set up the Sunday Ink pieces to autopost every Sunday, sometimes up to a month in advance. I told a few of my friends that if I die, most people won't realize for several weeks until the pictures stop coming.
So, to those people I say, "As of 12:30 June 13th, 2009... I'm not dead yet."
When the words come back to me, I'll forward them to you. Maybe this is the start of that.
If not, try to enjoy the pictures.

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Sunday, June 07, 2009

Sunday Ink #38

Beautiful women abound in this city... Beautiful women with tattoos especially. Another dog park find. Meet "S". She was down by the water with a cute boxer puppy . There was alot going on with this girl, and a lot going on in her ink. Every week I'm astounded at the quality of the art I find... The girls and the tattoos.