Inky Ish is inky.
Jul. 10th, 2009 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ishyfaceThe studio where I got it done, Trouble Bound, is really lovely- it's in a town house, not a conventional studio, and the atmosphere is kind of like a bunch of inky kids just decided to hang out and the business thing is totally incidental. The artist who did mine was a woman named Alicia; her portfolio is up here if anyone's curious. She was really cool and chill and let Little Brother and Sister come up and watch. Little Sister was really curious about how much it hurt because she's morbid; Little Brother was distracted by the Shaun of the Dead action figure in the corner.
It hurt a fuck of a lot more than my last one, enough so that I visibly flinched once or twice. (I didn't last time.) It took less time, though- fifteen minutes, maybe less.
"Tempus frangit" is a quote from Sandman; it's the motto at the bottom of the sundial in Delirium's garden and is Latin for "time breaks." (It could also pretty much be the thesis statement of one of my favourite books, Peter Hoeg's Borderliners, although it isn't.) I'd talk about how ~symbolic it is and everything, but I'm too busy going \o/ TATTOO FUCK YEAHHHHH. Basically for me it means that we can measure things, we can try to make sense of the world, but all that breaks down in the end and you've got to live with chaos, for better or for worse.
In conclusion: \o/ TATTOO FUCK YEAHHHHH.
Little Brother and I went to the comic book shop afterwards. I bought a beautifully obnoxious Umbrella Academy coffee mug (the bottom says "thank you for the coffee"! I couldn't NOT buy it) and a set of Serenity action figures. Jayne is currently sitting on top of a small stack of Discworld books, menacing Shakespeare. Then we both decided to buy parasols, because we are pritty pritty ladies. Apparently. (Comic Shop Guy called Little Brother "she," probably because of his flowing locks. He was a little disheartened by it, but then I told him that androgyny is a sign of a well-balanced psyche and if other people don't get that that's their problem, not his, and I think it cheered him up a little.) I also had a tremendously edifying conversation with a shop clerk about the wisdom of majoring in Philosophy. Luckily I'm not.
That shop sells Nietzsche wristwatches. I don't know how to feel about that.
All in all, today was an A+ day. Now I'm going to go make tea in my obnoxious coffee mug and listen to the new Spinnerette album. Has anyone else heard it? It's pretty much the most fuckable record I've heard so far this year.
It hurt a fuck of a lot more than my last one, enough so that I visibly flinched once or twice. (I didn't last time.) It took less time, though- fifteen minutes, maybe less.
"Tempus frangit" is a quote from Sandman; it's the motto at the bottom of the sundial in Delirium's garden and is Latin for "time breaks." (It could also pretty much be the thesis statement of one of my favourite books, Peter Hoeg's Borderliners, although it isn't.) I'd talk about how ~symbolic it is and everything, but I'm too busy going \o/ TATTOO FUCK YEAHHHHH. Basically for me it means that we can measure things, we can try to make sense of the world, but all that breaks down in the end and you've got to live with chaos, for better or for worse.
In conclusion: \o/ TATTOO FUCK YEAHHHHH.
Little Brother and I went to the comic book shop afterwards. I bought a beautifully obnoxious Umbrella Academy coffee mug (the bottom says "thank you for the coffee"! I couldn't NOT buy it) and a set of Serenity action figures. Jayne is currently sitting on top of a small stack of Discworld books, menacing Shakespeare. Then we both decided to buy parasols, because we are pritty pritty ladies. Apparently. (Comic Shop Guy called Little Brother "she," probably because of his flowing locks. He was a little disheartened by it, but then I told him that androgyny is a sign of a well-balanced psyche and if other people don't get that that's their problem, not his, and I think it cheered him up a little.) I also had a tremendously edifying conversation with a shop clerk about the wisdom of majoring in Philosophy. Luckily I'm not.
That shop sells Nietzsche wristwatches. I don't know how to feel about that.
All in all, today was an A+ day. Now I'm going to go make tea in my obnoxious coffee mug and listen to the new Spinnerette album. Has anyone else heard it? It's pretty much the most fuckable record I've heard so far this year.