The gift that makes the other gift stop giving.

Justin's birthday is October 31rst,
which is pretty awesome.
A little less awesome, however,
is the pumpkin tattoo he got on his birthday a few years back.
Ouch.
Justin's mom wanted to help make the pumpkin go away,
so this year for his birthday,
she bought him a big cover up tattoo.
(what? i know! such a nice mom)

You'll have to click on the photo to see it in a not itty-bitty size.
It's the 3 stages of making a pumpkin disappear.
Stencil/maker stage, then session one, then second/final sit.
I believe it was about 6 hours total.

One thousand words warped into perfection.

I don't know who took the pictures at the Boston Tattoo Convention that got put up on their website, but there are 168 photos of pretty mundane convention stuff.
Some tattoos, some group photos, some tattoo artists making that silly faces because cross eyed and dumb looking is better than just dumb looking, right?
But then, number 59 (and 61-it's up there twice) comes out of nowhere for the grandslam.


It has everything a good photo should.
A fish eye lens of awesome.

There's so much I want to write about it, but it'll just take away from it's glory.
Like a sunrise.
Just keep your mouth closed, you're ruining it.

Click on the picture for the fullsized version. It's even better large.

*Big Dean's temporary tattoo done by Tyrant*

There's work, and then there's WORK.

I borrowed Todd's wheelbarrow this week, and most of my weekend plans will revolve around that.
I got 5 yards of dirt delivered while I was in Boston, and this sexy rain barrel got dropped off yesterday.

I tattooed some people today.
So did Todd.
We chose the wrench all f'in day.
It's the heaviest wrench that $2 can buy you.


My only non-wrench client today was this rad nanny who needed Mr P to disappear.
Him and his dumb heart.