Indelible

While I was reading Keith Kennedy's blog a while back, I saw that Beth had done another of her scintillating interviews where he talked a bit about his tattoos. This reminded me of the film The Illustrated Man which I vaguely remembered from my childhood.

While I was at the store the other day, what should be sitting there begging for attention but the dvd of The Illustrated Man. I brought it home to see if I could revive the magic. It had always had a spot with several other creepy films in my head that had left a mark on me.

Watching it as an adult, it's easy to see that what scared me as a youngster was much different from what scared me about it now. Then, it was the fact that the blank untattooed spot on Rod Steiger's back had the power to show you how you would meet your end, now, it's the bad acting and shudder inducing realization that someone had to spend a lot of time painting those illustrations on Rod's ass.

Returning to my most recent opera post (see below) and finally hitting instead of again, I decided to check in on Keith Kennedy again. In another of those blushes of coincidence, he's just brought up the subject of tattoos again and also mentioned a white Russian. Isn't it funny that I've just declared (cold) war on them again?

If I was a man waiting for a sign, I might think it was time for a new tattoo illustration.

5 (or so) Things

Innocent little Katie Schwartz tagged me with 5 Things You Don't Know About Me. I had to think about this. What do I want you to know that you don't already?

Disclaimer: Everyone on my list or who surfs by this post, please stop and give it a go by posting on your own blog or in the comments. Or I'll sic Baby Jesus on you. Some think he has magical powers.


1. I was promoted from kindergarten to Grade One. I sailed right through those two piece wooden puzzles and never looked back, except to laugh at the people still having trouble with the two piece wooden puzzles.

2. My parents once gave me away for about 8 months. Unfortunately, I was not adopted by a celebrity, I was given back. Fuckers.

3. I have a tattoo. If I've mentioned this before, it's because I'm old but not so old that my tattoo's saggy.

4. You're still thinking about number 2. aren't you? It was like Running With Scissors but with less medication and turmoil. Don't worry, I'm fine, just not rich like Augusten Burroughs is.

5. Sometimes, I end up laughing in the middle of sex. Listen to yourself and your partner sometime.

6. Bonus thing because #4 doesn't really count: I wish I wasn't so glib. I'm the glibbest mofo I know.