Arrrrr...

It turns out I missed Talk Like a Pirate Day on September 19, just over a week ago.

That particular day was selected because it was one of the founders' ex-wife's birthday. That it was also my mom's birthday is sheer coincidence. Anyways, their website is worth a giggle or two, particularly their links page, which includes a pirate persona generator.

Lo and behold, based on my choices of features and activities, I am Black Melissa Rackham, who knows how to parallel park (um, anachronistic choice, don't ya think?), seduce her crew and swash buckles, all without the benefit of underwear beneath her costume. Who knew?

Sometimes, in fits or sheer boredom, I think it would be funny to troll the net and fill a complete year with odd celebration days like this. Then I get shy and lazy and forget about the whole idea.

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my skin, my art

I'm not quite sure I understand.

The members of facebook's Coalition Against Bad Tattoos often rail against big girls with bad tattoos, with the comments often slipping into snarky comments about the person's weight. Among them, one self-proclaimed big girl often writes she wouldn't get that tattooed there. So, if we rule out the following (a short compendium of remarks made by said group):

• no back tattoos, for muffin top reasons
• no chest tattoos, for sagging reasons
• no belly tattoos, for stretch mark/childbearing reasons
• no thigh tattoos, for cellulite reasons

and the girl doesn't want her tattoos totally visible, i.e. mostly concealable under work clothes, what's left? Her upper arms? Even then, I would argue flabby triceps don't do much for good design. So then what?

Personally, I remember having a (smallish) muffin top back when I weighed 115 lbs: that's just always been where my body accumulates fat. Notwithstanding the group's objections, I will tattoo my body with designs I find gorgeous, where my tattoo artist and myself agree is the best placement, and the rest, quite frankly, be damned. They are first and foremost for me, not merely as a canvas for some striking art form. They will age with me (hopefully gracefully) and they will forever stand as the markers to the milestones of my life.

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it's really been far too long

So, just to make things worse, I'm going to have another one of those rambling, multi-topic, what-the-hey posts that I said I'd sworn off for good. But isn't changing my mind a girl's prerogative? Here goes.

First, about my Unforgiven picks: I give myself four and a half out of six, because was I really off-base by saying "Jericho with the shocker"? OK, so it wasn't the match I was thinking, but it was pretty spot on nonetheless.

I was sad to see Mick Foley officially go. I'm sad to hear Kennedy expects to be released after he returns from injury. The man has the potential to be the next generation's Stone Cold. I don't expect to see Jeff Hardy succeed just yet, but my early money's on him for the Rumble.

On to writing. I'm really worried that I won't get anywhere near 50,000 words in one month. Just looking at my word count in this blog's right-hand column makes me cringe. November is rapidly gaining on us, and I still don't have a laptop to drag around to force myself to create.

I'd love to say that freelancing has kept me too busy to write, but that would be stretching the truth. Thankfully, things have picked up, but certainly nowhere near enough to prevent me from stringing thoughts together. I would lay far more blame on facebook.

Finally, last weekend was the Art Montreal tattoo convention, which meant another 3-odd hours of squirming under Scott's fairly gentle needles. I look at pictures of my back, or in the mirror, and I can't help but smile. It still isn't completely done, and it will probably wind up having taken the best part of a decade to put together, but it's wonderful to me. After so long of having grounded birds, my ravens have taken flight this year. It is so uplifting...

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unforgiven picks

The show's just starting, so here we go, in really, really condensed form:

ECW Championship scramble: Matt Hardy.

The other two champions retain.

McCool over Maryse, although the latter would be more interesting.

Rhodes and DeBiase over Cryme Time.

Jericho with the shocker.

because it's been a while

In six words: WHAT? I am a TRANSLATOR, dammit.

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