5 Things: Awesome Tattoo Ideas

Tattoos are cool. When done properly, they distill everything anyone needs to know about who you are into one convenient little picture, which saves a lot of time. Sometimes when someone at the bus stop asks me what I do for a living or what kind of books I like to read, if I'm in a hurry I simply point to my tattoo of a unicorn with laser eyes fighting an acid breathing tiger in a ninja suit. And then they're like, okay. Enough said.

I've been thinking about getting a new tattoo lately. The hardest part is always deciding what to get. I mean, there's got to be at least a thousand different things that exist. Which one thing or combination of several things do I want permanently etched into my skin? A hobo? A dolphin wearing a parachute? Yosemite Sam urinating on Garfield? I just can't decide. And which part of my body should I put it on? So many options. Help me, Internet! What should I choose?!


I love music. I also love musical groups who play the music that I love. Perhaps I should get a tattoo of the names of several of my favorite musical groups. The gentleman in the above picture obviously has pretty good taste in music. And I like how he has them arranged on his leg, like a shopping list or something. It also reminds me of the cover of my math book in junior high. Man, I wish I still had that book cover. I could just bring it into the tattoo parlor and say, "I want this!" Then people would take one look at me while I'm doing kata in my cutoff gi bottoms on my front lawn every morning and say to themselves, "Now that guy loves music!" And they'd be right.


This guy looks almost exactly like my math book.



What a thoughtful tattoo. I can't tell you how many times I've made soft, tender love to a young lady in the downward facing dog position and thought to myself, "I sure wish I had something to read right now." Of course, this particular tattoo would have more limited use for me, as I rarely find myself in the downward facing dog position with someone standing close enough behind me for such a length of time that reading material would be appreciated. Perhaps my proctologist would enjoy this tattoo. I think he's a Sikh, though, so I doubt he'd enjoy the bible quote. Maybe some knock knock jokes, or a Goofus and Gallant comic strip would be more appropriate.


Ah, the classic neck tattoo. Nothing says, "I'm cooler than the average guy" like a big, colorful neck tattoo. And the flamingos have sunglasses on, which is pretty much the universal symbol for coolness. Am I right, Tom Cruise? Yeah I am. I'm not sure if I could rock a neck tattoo though. I think I'd get nervous if everyone I had a conversation with stared at my throat the entire time.


I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Wow, what a shitty tattoo." Well, you're right and wrong. This tattoo was obviously done by a friend of the person in that photo. So, what this tattoo is telling people is, "I have friends." That's a good thing. Sometimes I'll see an attractive girl in a bar and, just when I'm about to go over and work my magic, I realize... she's all by herself. Then I start thinking, "Does she not have any friends? What kind of person doesn't have friends?" A bad person, that's what kind. I mean, it's possible she's not there alone, that maybe her friend is in the bathroom having a good long poop, or maybe she's in the parking lot doing a bunch of coke with some guy she just met, I don't know. Without a shitty homemade tattoo, there's no way to know. And that cost her the night of her life.


Or maybe a sweet dragon tattoo. You can't go wrong with a sweet ass dragon on your back. The bigger and brighter, the better. Look at the detail on this one. I swear, it looks like it could just fly off her back and attack a village or something. When you have a dragon on your back, people know you mean business. I knew this guy Lawrence when I worked at Burger King, and he had the most kickass dragon on his back. And he meant business all day long. One time I was all, "Hey Lawrence, that's a kickass dragon," and he was like, "No duh." Lawrence didn't need me telling him his dragon was awesome. I could have kicked myself for saying that.

Well, I have lots of ideas, but I still just can't decide. Getting a tattoo is a pretty important decision, so I want to make sure I choose the right thing. I'd hate to pick something and then a little while later feel stupid for getting it.

UPDATE: Well, I finally decided what to get. At the end there I was torn between getting a small flower on my ankle or a tattoo that would have made my bellybutton look like a monkey's asshole. That would have been hilarious. I almost did that. But then I remembered a tattoo that I've wanted ever since I was in the 5th grade.

The Boss.














Angela! Samantha! Mona!

You've Got The (Boob) Touch! You've Got The (Boob) Power!

In the interest of Science, I did a Google blog search for the words "touched my boob". Here are some of the best boob touching stories in the entire Internets and Blogglesphere.

"I told them to pose with the chief. He stepped between them and smiled. He then pointed up and spoke only two words, "snow cloud".

We all looked to the sky to see if we too could see the snow clouds forming above us. We were impressed with his knowledge of nature. I gave him a couple of bucks and off we went. We wanted to get down the mountain before the snow.

As we pulled away I asked my family if they enjoyed having their photo taken with a real indian chief? My mother said these words I will never forget, "That man touched my boob!"
At last the secret of Chief Snow Cloud was revealed. And to think I pay the guy to feel up my mom."

For photogiraffic evidence, check out the original post. I can't believe Chief Snowcloud went for the Mom with Sis rocking that amazing sweater. Maybe he went in for the double-grope, but miscalculated the trajectory of his right hand and ended up gripping a firm, perky shoulder. Happens to me all the time.

Next is the brilliantly titled "I really like this boy who randomly touches my boobs" from DearCupid.org:

"There's a boy I am really attracted to. We get off at the same bus stop and all. The other day, we were just sitting on the bus when he touched my boob. Randomly, out of nowhere, just stuck his hand out and touched my boob. I was caught off guard, because I've never been touched before, but I liked it. The rest of the day I was happy."

Ah, young love. And to think of how much time I've wasted at bars trying to think of good pick-up lines, buying drinks, pretending to be interested in stuff I'm not interested in, when I could have just walked up to a chick and poked her in the boob.

And of course some prudish spinster had to totally be a wet blanket in her reply:

"It isn't taking your friendship to the next level to inappropriately grab your boob."

Maybe not for you, Grandma. How do you take it to the next level? Knit a doily? I'm sure that shit worked great when you were young. IN THE 1800's! Zing!

Here's some more terrible advice from another repressed octogenarian:

"Like a boy who treats you with respect and dignity and wants to get to know you, not your boobs."

Oh yeah, I'm sure it's every girl's fantasy for a guy to call her up and say, "I would like to take you out to dinner tonight and get to know you better. Please leave your boobs at home, I am not interested in getting to know them." Real romantic.

Next up, some words of wisdom from Jacqui321:

"recently, alot of people have been questioning my ability to fancy steve martin, ok yes hes 63, but he still knows how to swing his love stick at that goood aul age. Steve Martin is a mature man, therefore, hes not gonna be a douchebag like most 20 year old men i know. He also has nice cars, lots of money, a boat most likely, money, a will, money, nice armani suits and of course a nice big house in the hollywood hills and did i mention money?"

Money is my favorite quality in a woman. And most likely a boat. Just like that little girl said in the movie Aliens: "They most likely come out in a boat. Most likely." But what does this have to do with boob touching, you ask? Let us read further as Jacqui321 tells us her favorite things about coked up french tennis pro Richard Gasquet:

"he can speak more than one language, thats so hot
hes intelligent, but
not in a patronising way
he has nice eyes
he has nice body
im pretty
sure he has a nice dongle
he has houses in many areas of the world
he is
a GENTLEMAN!!thats rare these days
he is romantic, also rare these days
he knows what he wants in life
my name would look good beside his
hes cultured and well-traveled
he earns alot of money
he has touched my boob, last year at wimbledon, therefore, we already have a love
connection."

I'm rooting for you, Jacqui321! I bet someday you, Steve Martin and Richard Gasquet will get married. In a boat most likely.

Here's an excerpt from a post-apocalyptic novel Kassandra is writing called Madison, After:

I twisted away from him but he slid across the seat, forcing me against the door. "I'll scream. Swear to god."

"Go ahead. If you don't make me happy, Uncle Pinkus will hear about it. Do you want your dad to swing on the end of a rope? Think about it."

"Guess I'd better make you-" I swung my book at his face. "-happy."

It connected with his jaw and he snarled as he pawed it away. I reached for the door handle and he caught me by the arm, yanking me close. His lips crawled over my neck and when I looked in his eyes, I saw a black mark on his iris as though someone had taken a tiny slice out of his eye.

"That's better," he said and touched my boob.

Suddenly the door on my side flew open, and the book-reading migrant, Tierney, looked inside.

"Your dad's asking for you, girl."

For a moment, Gant's grip on my boob got tighter, then he pushed me toward Tierney. I climbed out, shaking.

"Go to your dad," said Tierney. "And don't look back."

Dad stood at the corner of the chicken shed, his face so white it was almost green.

Behind me, windshield glass shattered.

Madison, After might be the best novel about post-apocalyptic boob touching ever written. And I've read many. I mean wrote.

BONUS For The Ladies entry. From the only result found searching for "touched my man boob":

"Hey there everyone on this vast universe known as the internet.
Yesterday was an awesome day, and today was awesome also.

1. Yesterday I worked for 2 hours and made $40. God has been so good to me finacially lately. I've made over $400 dollars this week on commision. And I got to see Frank, (the first time since our fight.) He was a little grumpy, but not with me. He reminds me of Gandalf sometimes. The way he looks

2. That afternoon was worship practice. Were doing an upbeat set to compromise for the last 2 weeks being a slower set. Were doing:
I need You (Punk Praise song)
Trading My Sorrows
Joyful Noise
I Love Your Presence
No One Like You
And speaking of worship, I get to lead worship on May 26th for both Jr. High and Sr. High. That'll be cool. I'm thinking of doing horn worship.

3. I went to Jose Osheas and didn't realize it was Cicno De Mayo. Everyone was drunk. A women touched my man boob. That was awkward.

4. I talked with Savannah for about an hour and felt all special. We prayed and it was cool"

Well, shit, that wasn't sexy at all. Sorry, ladies. If it makes you feel any better, you're all welcome to touch my boob anytime.

Oh Shirt I Won The Shit!

YeeEEeeeEEEeeeeeEEeEeEEeeeeEessSSSSS!!!!!!!1
I won I won I won I won I won I woooonnnnnnnn!!
This is the best day of my life.

"Next up is Jack Burden, who I decided to make a winner after planning to give him like six Honorable Mentions. Here are just three of his amazing entries:

Iron Giant says,
"I am not a gun, Hogarth."
Fuck you, you're a gun.

Hey there, Roy Batty.
Stop breaking my fingers, bro.
I like unicorns.

Tranzor's in trouble!
Send out Aphrodite-A!
Her tits are missiles!

Definitely take a look for his other entries; you won't be disappointed."

Thanks Topless Robot! And thanks to ChopShopStore without whom I would have no free shirt! And special thanks to my government job that paid me double time to write haikus about robots on a saturday.

There ended up being over 860 entries in this contest, many of which were multiple entries in one post, including the incredible Glitchy Goblin who did 70 haikus in a single post, which included every single robot on that shirt and much more. If you're ever bored, or you just like haikus about robots, you could do worse than read through all the entries. This contest was epic and kickass.

And now, oddly, I have the chorus and guitar solo from Def Leppard's fantastic song Photograph stuck in my head. Awesome! If my life were a movie, this is exactly what would be playing right now. And it's the perfect time for you to run to the bathroom if you have to pee, or get more popcorn or something.

My God. It's Full Of... Squids

Check out the neato simple little wallpaper creator on this guy's website. As you can see, I used it to create the most awesome wallpaper in the universe. You can click on the elements and drag them around. Click "export" when you're done.
[via Super Punch]

And here is a picture of a ninja squid:


And Robocop riding a unicorn:

Check out Corndogger for the largest collection of Robocop riding a unicorn pictures on the entire internet.

I don't know what's going on here, but I likes it:

Haikubot

Topless Robot, my favorite nerd blog, is having a contest this weekend. The prize is a kickass t-shirt covered in robots from ChopShopStore.com. I really want that t-shirt. To win, I must think up the best ever haiku about robots. Luckily, I can enter as many times as I want. Here are my entries:

Vicki Lawson's eyes
started glowing red today
goodbye, human race

Iron Giant says,
"I am not a gun, Hogarth."
Fuck you, you're a gun.

So tell me, Hector
is that Harvey Keitel's voice?
He sounds like a twat.

The kid in A.I.
and Bicentennial Man:
Worst robots ever.

Why'd they ruin Gort
like they ruined Galactus?
Clouds are not scary.

Muffit the daggit
Boxey has a new best friend
there's a chimp inside

Tranzor's in trouble!
Send out Aphrodite-A!
Her tits are missiles!

August 29th,
Skynet became self aware.
Miles Dyson, you suck.

Robosapien
dances and does kung-fu moves.
Want my money back.

V.I.K.I. takes control
Spooner puts on his Converse
and says, "Aw, hell naw."

Most useless power,
twirling leaves around yourself.
I pity Woodman.

Up, up, down, down, left,
right, left, right, B, A, start. Pow!
30 lives, bitches!

Nobody likes him.
He's so lame--Oh, hey, Twiki.
Did not see you there.

I don't trust Bishop.
My last android freaked out and
his blood looked like jizz.

Cronyn and Tandy
tiny robots saved their home
wow, that movie sucked

Elle puts Stella in
suspended animation.
Then plays with her boobs.

Apollo shot down
200 Cylon raiders.
We killed Rick Springfield.

"What's your name, boy?"
"Data Analyzing Ro--
shit, I mean Daryl."

Gene Simmons is sad.
Tom Selleck killed his robot
spiders. Moustache win.

Sid 6.7
is made of Head & Shoulders
shampoo? What the fuck?

"Phased plasma rifle
in the 40-watt range, please."
"15 day wait, sir."

"Pardon me, sir, do
you have a dead cat in there
or what?" "Sorry, no."

"Nice night for a walk."
"Your clothes. Please give them to me."
"T'would be my pleasure."

ROBOT MONSTER IZ
ON UR PLANIT KILLIN ALL
UR DOODZ, K THX BAI

Dear Robot Santa,
You killed my parents last year.
Wanted to say thanks!

1-Rover-1 and
7-Zark-7 should both
burn in robot hell.

Hey there, Roy Batty.
Stop breaking my fingers, bro.
I like unicorns.

Sinistar hungers
never got to level two
this game fucking cheats

That’s all I got so far. The contest runs until monday night, so feel free to join in the fun. Don’t get your hopes up, though. I’m winning that motherfucking shirt.

UPDATE: I won that motherfucking shirt!! Awwwwwyeah!

Let Loose The Kraken!

[click for full-size awesome]

My first real attempt at using Corel Painter. As you can see, I have a lot of learning to do. And I suck ass at backgrounds. I'd keep trying to make it look better, but it's been hours just to get it look like this, and I'm all out of effort. Kinda fucked up Calvin's head. Oh well. This is definately one I'm coming back to when I know how to use Painter.

And speaking of Kraken, here's a music video by Kraken! They sorta sound like Anthrax from the Fistful of Metal album. Rock!

Fickle Hand Of Fate: Album Cover Doom

I found a cool idea on this guy's blog. Here's the rules:

1 - Go to Wikipedia's "Random" function. What you see is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Quotations Page's random page. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr's Last Seven Days. The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop, the Gimp or something similar to put it all together.

As you know, I like randomness, so I gave it a shot. Here's what I came up with...



A note about Flickr's last seven days page: Most of the stuff that pops up is artsy shit. Pictures of kids and birds and sunsets and crap, so when something totally lame popped up, I'd close my eyes and hit reload a random number of times until something halfway cool came up.

If I actually have any regular readers, why don't you give it a shot? Email me your album cover and I'll post it for all the world (or at least 2 or 3 of my friends) to see right here on my kickass blog. Send me your stuff at: apechest AT gmail DOT com

UPDATE!

Hey hey, I got a reader submission! Kickass. Here's D's awesome album cover:


I like it! Kinda has an "Eastern religion meets Loverboy" vibe.

You're The Best Around

Nothing's ever gonna keep you down!

Also...

Filmdoom: Damnation Alley (1977)

[this review contains various spoilers.]

The Plot: Nuclear apocalypse! Mutant bugs! Supervan! Hot foreign lady! Radioactive rednecks! Hannibal Smith! Airwolf! Teen Rorschach!

The Good: Hannibal Smith stole Dabney Coleman's moustache.


Somewhere during the summer of '77, MacGyver, Patrick Swayze and various other soon-to-be-kickass people were sitting in movie theatres watching Damnation Alley and saying to themselves, "Whoa. That guy's hairdo fucking rules!"


After the apocalypse, Airwolf tears around the nuclear wasteland on his kickass dirtbike avoiding hordes of giant scorpions! In a completely pointless action sequence with really shitty special effects!! But it's still pretty awesome!


One word. Supervan. It's got triplewheels and missile launchers and all kinds of ultracool stuff all over it. Somewhere in 1977, Megaforce was looking at the Supervan and thinking, "Missiles on a van?! Holy shit, that's a great idea!"


That guy from Wrath of Khan who shoots himself instead of Captain Kirk totally got eaten by armored, flesh-eating cockroaches! He should have known it was going to happen. He was the black guy, he was slightly injured and Airwolf had just picked up a superhot french chick. Chances of surviving this scene: zero.


After Wrath of Khan suicide guy gets the shit eaten out of him, Airwolf and superhot french chick totally jumped his dirtbike out a department store window! I wish I had a screenshot. Luckily, I have something better than a screenshot. MSpaint!


That's just a sampling of all the awesome things that happen in his movie. Later, Airwolf stands with his upper body sticking out of Supervan while Teen Rorschach keeps hitting him with rocks. Then they meet up with radioactive hillbillies that want to make sweet, sweet love with superhot french chick and Teen Rorschach wins by hitting someone with a rock. Is there any problem throwing a rock can't solve? I doubt it. The sky is always filled with crazy laser effects, there's tornados, a huge pointless flood straight out of the bible, shit explodes all over the place, a hillbilly gets missiled to death. It's almost non-stop awesome.


The Bland: In the opening sequence, Airwolf and Hannibal Smith are working in a nuclear missile silo. Hannibal has just decided he doesn't want to hang out in the missile silo with Airwolf because he's a hippie, when suddenly World War 3 erupts! They calmly go through the launch procedure and fire off their nukes. Then they walk calmly out into the mini NORAD-style control room filled with military types calmly doing their jobs and Airwolf calmly leans up against a wall and calmly lights a cigarette and calmly watches the end of the world on the satellite screen. Calmly. Seriously, they look like they don't know the cameras are running and they're waiting for the next scene to start. I know they're supposed to be professional military types and all, but you'd think one or two people would at least kinda shake their head and say, "Well, that fucking sucks."



After that scene, it's four years later or something. The screenwriter had to have some way of killing off most of the surviving army guys so our heroes could go on a road trip. So what did they come up with? Apparently they have a special room in their bunker whose sole purpose is to house gigantic gas tanks which leak copious amounts of fumes. And for some reason this same gas-filled room of death needs a guard and contains a comfy bunkbed. So the guard yanks it to a huge stack of porno magazines and passes out with a cigarette in his hand. I guess the gas can't be ignited by a cigarette, but it can be ignited by a burning porno mag. Kaboom. Nice explosion, but the set-up was about as believable and simple as a Final Destination death scene.


The special effects are pretty pathetic. As cool as the wacky lasery sky is, it's basically just a really lazy and poorly thought out green screen effect, which half the time bleeds into vehicles and characters in the foreground. Same thing with the scorpions. They were filmed walking around on a green screen (actually, a blue screen. Back then they were blue.) and just thrown onto the other footage without much thought. When they first showed them, there was no other reference on the screen, so from the way the were initially shot (from below), I thought they were supposed to be as big as the sandworms from Dune, then I thought they were as big as houses, then Airwolf drove by in his motorcycle and they were only as big as cows. Scorpions Of Unusual Size are kickass no matter what, but I like a little more consistency in my shitty effects.


Near the end, there's a giant flood for no reason. It just happens. No rain. The guys are in a junkyard fixing Supervan and then pow, biblical flood. The only purpose for the flood is that the movie was almost over and they needed to get the Supervan to its destination (Albany for whatever reason), but they had to figure out how to get them from the shitty desert they'd been in the whole movie to a somehow as-yet-untouched-by-nuclear-apocalypse green foresty area. It was really lazy and pointless. I appreciated that they didn't want to show another desert driving montage, but a magical Land of the Lost white water ride transition from desert to Albany in two minutes is just goofy.



The Ugly: I don't know if they ran out of money, ideas, drugs or motivation, but at the end of the movie, the movie just... ended. After all the awesome shit these people went through, the flood drops them off in beautiful, green, laserless blue sky Albany and they talk to some lady on their radio. Then Airwolf jumps on his dirtbike, drives a few miles down the road to a perfect, undestroyed-by-nuclear-missiles-or-raditation cluster of fucking farms, complete with white picket fences and a crowd of well dressed, non-mutant townsfolk, who run up to him and shake his hand and THE CREDITS ROLL. THE END, SUCKER. It's like being in the middle of an awesome handjob and then your girlfriend lets out a big fart, gets up and leaves and you never see her again. It's exactly like that.