I Want a Tattoo

[Recycled from 01:23, 16 November 2004]

Just sitting up here in the lookout tower thinking that I want a tattoo.

Of course, I doubt that, once started, I will stop with just one.

First, I want the Flash's lightning-bolt emblem on my right deltoid, to represent the energy and focus I need if I am to achieve all the things I would like to.

Second, I want Cheech Wizard, Vaughn Bode's notoriously lazy and self-indulgent sorceror, on my left deltoid (slumped under a tree with a jug of wine), to represent the slothfulness I must always struggle against. Well, most of the time, anyway . . . .

After that, I'm not sure. Probably not a big back piece, because I don't forsee developing a habit of going shirtless, and what's the point if nobody sees it? More likely, more small pieces here and there. None on my hands or face, tho -- more discreet ones, as befits a health-cvare professional.

I still haven't gotten over the former co-worker who was scolded for wearing shorts that revealed his EMT-emblem tattoo. I repeat, an EMT emblem. And this was after 9/11, when emergency service workers were supposedly going to finally get their deserved recognition as heroes walking among us. Humph.

So, what do you want for a tattoo?

//The Magic 8-Ball says, "My backpiece is a big figure eight in a circle."\\