Tattoos (and why I have none.)

From the time of caveman to the time of the Geico cavemen, there have been tattoos. They mean many different things to many different cultures and to many different people within those cultures. Every demographic has them, from the most poor to Angelina Jolie.

...So why haven't I hopped on this train? No, that's not fair. Tattoos really are an art/way of life for some people. Not really cool to categorize them with the fans of the Yankees.

Still though, why is my skin clear? Since I was a freshman I've wanted a tattoo. And about every six months since then, I've changed my idea for my very first one. Originally starting with a spin-off of the "Welcome To Las Vegas" sign, and now into an apple. Never went through with it though. Not because of lack of money, or time. I certainly have no fear of needles. Well, maybe this is why...

To me, a tattoo should be a symbol of some type of test you've gone through in your life. To remind you of your tribulations, and to serve your conscious for the future. My grandpa has a tattoo from when he was in the Navy during WWII. He wears it with some sense of pride. A few weeks ago, I thought of what it would feel like to stand next to him with my new tattoo. Me with my shining idea I came up with while driving one day and decided to have some tweeker on Maryland parkway draw on me with inked steel. Him with his badge of honor that proves to the world where he stood and what he stood for.

Chuck Norris doesn't have those kinds of balls.

(Note: only a few of you read this and you all have tattoos haha. Don't think I'm putting you down or your reasons for getting a tattoo down. These are just my personal opinions.)

Sorry Mr. Lennon, it's just hard to Imagine sometimes.

Ok, I made a half arsed promise to not keep up with this but screw it. After reading another blog, I had to post another one.

I'll keep all names and links under my cap this time. Even though that's against the way of the Internet. So here's the quote:

"Really...its hard finding a good girl out here in Vegas. Over 85% of them are whores and bitches, 10% are lesbians and the last 5% are actually cool but only 2.5% are actually the attractive ones. The other 2.5% are emotional heaps and moderately attractive."

Oh where do I begin. First, I can guess why this individual hasn't found a girl. Can you? I'd say because he has called 97.5% of Las Vegas Ugly whore lesbian bitch's with emotional problems. That leaves 2.5% of the female population to work with. I'd bet that average Las Vegas male meets half a percent in an entire year. If he goes out constantly.

Second, to call the opposite sex these kinds of names, while leaving out anything about yourself is the epitome of narcissism! Add to that charge the sheer blindness of calling nearly every woman available as not up to his high standards. It really makes me sick.

I'm not going to give a percent of what I think of woman. I'm not that misogynistic. I'll just leave with this...woman are beautiful. Cliche' but true, I may never understand them but the good lord knows I love them haha.

Two quotes pertaining to this topic-
"I don't know what it is about women, but I will go to my grave wanting to pet their butts and boobs."

"How nice it is to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive."

Both by Kurt Vonnegut.

Lyke omg, is that willie E?

Called it! Im updating this even less than my already low expected amount of times I thought I would. So it goes.

The first friday of the month, and I get to meet up with Sunny and Angie at, what else, First Friday. THE premiere art event of Las Vegas. Well, it used to be, at least. Now it's about as exciting as any other family friendly corporate sponsored event held in a park. And while I boycotted for a couple of months because they started charging two dollars (I'm not cheap, I just have morals damnit) I will go back tonight to see how well they've put everyones couple of duckets to use.

Then, afterwards, the Beauty Bar. Possibly. Maybe somewhere else so to my stalkers, which number more than you might guess, don't follow me. I've been known to zig when you thought I was going to Zag.

Other than all that jazz, life goes well. Work is work. School is school. And recently the mornings have been calm and during the nights the stars shine clearly.

What more could you ask for?

The Anatomy of My Noodle.

We all could have called that I wouldn't really keep up with this. Meh. So this one will just be quick but poignant.

Every so often in my life, and possibly yours as well, there comes a fleeting moment of clarity. For the lucky, this moment can be about something dramatic or life-altering. For the unlucky (or stupid) the moment goes by unnoticed. Today I fell in between both categories.
My Pops and his girlfriend decided to take off to the mountains for the week, so I'm left to defend the castle. Good thing for me, I have money because they left the fridge completely bare. Seriously, I had crackers and milk for dinner. But my mom and step-dad invited me out for some grubbage at Boulder Station. After eating my fill I came home, slightly naseous from the quality of food, and upon entering the front door, I had my moment of clarity. This moment was more of a self-realizing moment than one of figuring out how things should fall in place. I felt that I had a firm grasp on how my noodle cooks for a few short seconds, and this is how...
1. I open the door slowly
2. First thing I notice is that the TV isn't on, which I usually leave on because silence freaks me out.
3. I took not one step inside before thinking, "Damn, it's kinda warm in here."
4. Hallway light wasn't on.
5. Something just didn't feel right.

I thought all that and a little more the instant I got home. My brain rationalized all this information quickly and told me that the breaker was flipped. So I went and flipped it back. The problem was solved.

It may not seem like much, but the fact that my senses kicked in so quick, my brain processed them, and gave me the answer the problem that my senses told me was wrong is simply amazing to me.

Not a Communist, Just Like the Olympics.

Blessed be, a third day in a row! Maybe this post would be a good time to delve a little into my daily life. Fortunately for your beady little eyes, I've decided that this isn't a good time. (Hey, I said "maybe.") So instead I'll split this post into two halves. The first being my love for my Girlfriends photography. (and her personality too, i guess). The second being my love for Kurt Vonnegut.

Up to plate, my lovely girlfriend, Soleria.

You may hear her called Sunny at times, however. She plans on attending the Brooks Institute of Photography next year, and though I will miss her every minute she is gone, I know she will become an amazing photographer. Hell, she already is. I could go on for pages about her, but because brevity is the soul of wit I will let her pictures speak for her talent. Rather than posting every piece of her work, just click here.

Leave it to the fates to allow such a beautiful segway between two subjects. In my inbox today, Sunny sent me this picture from PostSecret:

She told me that it reminded her of me. I have to say, I agree. My mom tried to get me to read Kurt Vonnegut since I was in the 6th grade. I wish I would've read his work sooner, but I still managed to read almost his entire collection in time to truly be sorry for his death. His books, mostly science fiction, have a way about them to change the way you view things in life. I'll make this simple. When you read his books, you know what aliens must think of humans the first time they come to visit. A few quotes..

"All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse V

"Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything."
-Kurt Vonnegut

So it goes..

Gaze at the glory that be.

Also, so everyone (by which I mean 2, possibly three people) knows, Mr. Prime himself has joined Blogger.com. A good friend of mine that I've known for awhile now. Go gander at the blog of Bobtimus Prime . And in case you want more of a visual of this fine looking young man....
(P.S.-Do take note of how much fun I'm having with photobucket and at other peoples expense)
(P.P.S.-Also take note of how truly impressive IT is.)

Welcome to the world of Tommorow!

It's fair to say that recently I've jumped right on board the Internet train (and have made two train references in two blogs). Today was no different as I furthered the cause of modern technology and taught dear old dad how to txt on his cell phone. Sure, it was frustrating at times. But I was surprised at how quickly He caught on. Three text messages in all were sent his first time, all to his business partner. The highlight of this whole experience though, was when I convinced him to send "WTF? LOL" as his final txt. I just hope the fellow who received the message with understand the l33t.

Do I really need to be doing this?

Alright, first blog. It's what everyone does these days, and I've already hopped on Myspace, Youtube, and the good lord knows I always check Google News. (Ok internet, theres your free ads) So I'm still not sure why the blog scene. The only reason I know about this site is because I follow up on Logan Mosiers Project Meaning.He seemed to be having fun with Blogging, so I decided I'll take up the same idea, minus the task of finding out the meaning of life.

(I just realized its saving some sort of draft, and thats neat)

Since I don't know a soul who is on this particular site I don't expect anyone to read this. But who expected Dramatic Look Gopher to get nearly 10 Million hits.
Go Dramatic Look Gopher, Go!

So yea, maybe I'll get to know you (yes, you) through this. Maybe I'll get some of my friends to join this. Maybe, just maybe, you'll get to know me.....Nahhh. Haha.