If I weren't a tattooer, I would like to be a parapsychologist. Weird, I know. I don't believe in religion, but I believe in ghosts. Oh well. Live in a truly haunted house and you'll believe too. I like to hang out in museums and art galleries, and I'm a fiend for good coffee. coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee. Life's too short to drink corporate coffee, long live the Panther City Coffee Co. I'm Computer Illiterate, so expect no miracles from this. I've always focused on real life, not online life. I'm the only straight guy in the world who owns a picnic basket and uses it. I have no pets. Maybe someday I'll get some fish if I can find some that are exceptionally quiet and well behaved. I love to go to movies because there's nothing like a movie house experience. I like women just fine, but I'm not convinced that they're not out to destroy me. I have a theory on that, maybe I'll put it up someday. I read a lot. My tastes are varied, but it's all escapist nowadays. I read the heavies when I was younger, political and religious diatribes of renown, but now I'd rather chew on some Stephen King and Harry Turtledove. I love discussing (arguing with bared fangs and drawn swords) politics. I can't stand the ignorance and willfull blindness that infects so many people. I'm one of the few, the proud, the Anarchists. The system has failed, and everyone is wrong. Including me, probably. I promise not to preach. I lie. I can't help it. Don't argue politics with me. Did I mention that I love art? Not just hanging out and saying "Wow, that's a lovely painting" or "cool light sculpture", but the actual creation process. With the new shop (Lucky Lotus Tattoo Co.) I finally have room for my projects. I love to paint and draw things that are not tattoo related. I was an artist long before my career as a tattooer. I've noticed over the years that artists are different people. We're damn weird sometimes. Flaky, touchy, contrary, and commonly at least a little insane. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My interests lie mostly in the two dimensional realm, and not at all in the computer realm. I've seen some cool stuff done with 'putes, but I prefer the buttery and *shiver* sensual feel of paint and canvas.
Jesus and Buddah, in a roadside cafe, in the smoking section. We could discuss truckstop chili recipes and what's better for the Long Walk, sandals or slippers. I have met Coyote in the desert. If You don't understand that, you're not supposed to. I'd like to meet Thomas Jefferson and Ben Franklin. I'd like to meet Betty Page, Marilyn Monroe, and Queen Latifah, because they're the most beautiful women America ever spawned. I'd like to meet Jhonen Vasquez, 'cuz when I grow up, I wanna be a mongoose dog. :P And on a personal level, I'd like to someday meet women who are intesting to talk to as well as look at. You (I'm speaking to you girls, you know who you are) are such fascinating creatures but I figured out a long time ago that brain candy lasts longer than eye candy. Female artists are wonderful. And scary. They're doubly creative, when you count that whole womb-font-of-all-human-existance thing.
Slayer, Enigma, TypeO-, Willie Nelson (F**k you, I'm from Texas!), The Ramones. The Exploited, Black Flag, The Reverend Horton Heat, Pre Black Album Metallica, Mercyful Fate and King Diamond, Kitaro, Static-X, Morphine, Waylon Jennings, Miles Davis, Hank Williams sr., VoiVod, Zombie (White and Rob), Moby, Enya, The Casualties, Henry Rollins, Stone Temple Pilots, ACDC with Bon Scott, KISS, blah blah blah. I'm a victim of musical eccentricity. It stems from being the only musical cripple in a family of musician types. I figure it's my job to be the fan. Just please, none of that foul crap rednecks try to pass off as modern country. Honkytonk Badonkadonk, my ass. that's foul and we all know it. Stop the madness. Madness. That reminds me, I'm a sucker for 80's New Wave. I'm old enough now to admit that I've always enjoyed Duran Duran and not give a shit what anyone thinksYou represent the seeking of enlightenment and spiritual clarity. You tend to confuse others, but your oddities seem deeply satisfying. Self sacrifice is easy for you, especially if it makes you a better person in the end. You are the type of person who is very in touch with your soul and inner spirit.Your fortune:Right now is a good time for reflection and meditation. You should stop resisting the problems in your life, and let yourself be vulnerable to them. You may need to sacrifice something important to you to move ahead in your life. Accept your destiny with courage, and learn to let go of what you think you need.
SciFi, Horror, Romantic Comedies, British Comedies, anything with a zombie. And anything with Meg Ryan up to You've Got Mail, that was the last good one. Maybe if she'd play a zombie and get crusty for the camera, that'd be cool. Also, Peter Jackson sits at the right hand of God. Check out his early movies that he made with a 10 dollar budget. They rock. Meet the Feebles is his best work ever! Giant Monkeys and trillion dollar year long spectacles are great, but there's something to be said about a cow wearing bondage gear and pierced udders to really make you respect Peter as a real visionary. I hope he never gets off drugs. Trust me, Meet The Feebles. It's the New Testament Of Cheese and Rice and Labor Day Snakes.
History Channel, Learning Channel, Discovery Channel, SciFi Channel (just not their horrid movies, they suck) CNN, MSNBC, FOX, Adult Swim. Otherwise, you could burn tv down. I have no use for it. Read a book. Paint a picture. Soak in a bathtub.Get my banner code or design your own banner
I read a lot. Let's just leave it at that. Except to say that Gates of Fire by Stephen Pressfield is the only book I've owned in years that has had to be replaced 3 times because I read it so many times. And let me say that I think one of my greatest successes in life is instilling a love of reading in my child. I advise all parents to do the same. You live in a free society (mostly) so take advantage of it while you can. 451 degrees is the flashpoint of a book. You've been warned.
Unfortunately, I have no heroes. I can't stand celebrities. I listen to lots of music, but i don't look up to musicians. I don't trust politicians. Any of them. I think for a short while during the 80's I admired Ronald Reagan because he dropped a bomb on the French. I detest the French. So, no heroes. Sorry. However, I revere Heroic Actions. Allow me to submit that we're (basically) free today because 300 Spartans sacrificed themselves to a man in order to stop the army of a Persian King named Xerxes. Do a Search for Thermopylea and read about it. They were the most repressive bastards of all the Greek city-states, but they brought new meaning to the word sacrifice. Suggested reading (can't get enough of this guy) is "Gates of Fire" by Stephen Pressfield. Also, "300" by Frank Miller. Yes, neophytes, the Sin City guy. Firemen. Can't hate anyone who runs into a burning building. And cops. Cut them slack, they wear a bulletproof vest to work. And dogs. God, they're stupid and they commonly smell bad, but they love us.Contact Table Image URL: This is a "bulk" contact table Keep "Contacting Name" Keep the border Captured image: