I had an interesting tattooing experience Friday. I guess all my tattooing experiences are interesting, but this one stands out.

A new customer came into the studio to get a tattoo. His first. He picked a small tattoo for his wrist.

During the tattoo, I asked the meaning behind his first tattoo. This is not something I usually ask, but for some reason I felt compelled to. I don’t know why. It just happened.

He said he and “his partner” had planned on getting matching tattoos. They had been together six years. But last year his partner was killed in an automobile accident. So the tattoo was intended as a memorial to him.

We had a lengthy, great conversation after that.

I really can’t begin imagine how I’d be if something happened to the Husbear. We’ve talked about it on multiple occasions. We have all the legal paperwork done for different scenarios. But I still can’t imagine what life would be like without him.

I mean besides the Academy Awards.

Today’s plans were to run a new electrical line to the new remodel, and to take down another section of ceiling.

When I pulled the first part of the section of ceiling down, this is what fell upon me:

Crap! (click to see it on flickr)

Enormous piles of crap.

Disgusting.

We have no idea where it came from or how long it’s been there. But since it was dehydrated, we’re assuming it’s been there since before we purchased the house as there have been no openings for anything to get in since we’ve been here.

All of this after having to slither my way under the house to run some new electrical wiring to the area we are remodeling. The Husbear was kind enough to take a few pictures of me whilst I was trying to work:

The Husbear said I look like the House just pooped me out. (click to see it on flickr)

So nice of him, wasn’t it? I feel so… disgusting.

It’s hard to be this pretty when you feel this dirty. (click to see it on flickr)

We didn’t get as much done today as I was hoping to do. I guess there’s always tomorrow.

Because it’s true. And it’s better than anything I could write. Go read Blogography’s post entitled “Cock!“.

(And yes, it’s pretty much safe for work… depending on where you work.)

I’d have to say just from what little personal experience I’ve had in the matter, the more one vehemently speaks against “the gay”, the more likely they are to be actively involved in it in an extremely closeted fashion. Sure, this is a gross generalization/stereotype. But most are based in truth….

Then again, I assume everyone is gay…. until proven otherwise.

Yet another great video from the boys in OK Go! (Change it to the HD version if you have great bandwidth!)

“This Too Shall Pass”, OK Go

I love how the Rube Goldberg machine goes from “simple” at the beginning of the video to the totally chaotic at the end. Yea for OK Go! I used to make machines like this when I was a kid, mostly for purposes of destruction. And I always loved the one Pee Wee Herman had to make his breakfast in “Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure”.

Hat tip to Dead Robot for this.

Well, it’s not really that different. For me.

I’m awake with an upset stomach. Bad pizza experience tonight, I reckon. So I thought I’d share some music I like.

White Ghost Shivers, “Mama Said”

The band is the White Ghost Shivers, out of Austin. Definitely a style of music I listen to frequently. Much to the Husbear’s dismay.

White Ghost Shivers, “Shivers’ Stomp”

One would think there would be better videos out there of them, but alas, this is what we’re stuck with.