theladysnarkydame: (Hope -- and a sword)
For my birthday in February, I decided to get myself a tattoo. I waited for my tax return to come in, but I finally got the chance to have it done yesterday.

I've had an idea of what I wanted for a while -- which was good, because the tattoo artist I went to was not nerdy enough in the same areas I am to recognize what I was talking about. He was willing though, so I pulled some pictures together for him and sketched out what I wanted. He did a really great job with it, so I'll forgive him for his lack of video game culture. :P

(by the way, if any of you happen to be in Kansas City and want to get a tattoo while you're here, I highly recommend Mercy Seat -- all the artists there have great portfolios, and Chris Orr, the guy who did mine, was very low key and very skilled.)

Anyway, this is what I showed the tattoo artist: 
largish images )

And this is what the finished product looks like (still slightly red around the edges):

tattoo! )Might I add -- it's really fucking hard to take a picture of your own shoulder blade.

And now I'm already starting to plan my next tattoo -- it really is sort of addictive!

theladysnarkydame: Moon and Chime from The Books of the Raksura! (What?)
It's almost baseball season! Which is weird, because it's currently so cold over here I'm wearing my fingerless gloves as I type, because my hands are going numb and also I refuse to turn the heat up out of some backwards sort of protest (it was 70 degrees two days ago! It will be 60 degrees in two days! WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY). ( Not protest of the cold, because it's January and it should be cold, darn it.  This weirdly warm winter makes me very cranky.)

But the pitchers and catchers (catchers are my favorite!) report to training on February 11th, so it's like a birthday present! :D :D

And it's a bit odd that I'm so excited, because I'm not a real "Rah Rah!" baseball fan? I don't know a lot of players on sight, or follow the season very closely, or get all that excited about games --- mostly, probably, because my team just. . . doesn't go anywhere. Sorry, Royals, you're my boys, but you ARE basically a farm team. :/ No use getting attached when other, better paying teams take all our good players away (damn you Yankees).

BUT.  I ♥ baseball.  My very favorite sports stories, and a lot of my favorite story stories, are baseball stories, whether they're fictional or not.  Baseball just makes good stories. 

It makes me happy knowing people are playing baseball. 

In not-baseball things, I have decided, roughly, on what sort of tattoo I want to get.  I probably will not actually get it on my birthday as I planned, because I don't think I'll have the money, but SOMETIME THIS YEAR I will get a tattoo, and I know what I want and why I want it.  It's not the MCR sheet music tattoo I was thinking of (although I will totally get that one too, at some point), and it won't be around my leg like I was thinking of (although the MCR one might be, later)  -- it is instead infinitely nerdier and will probably go between my shoulder blades.  I still need to sketch it out and make sure I'll like the way it looks, but I think I will.  \o/  Also, I'll need to find a good local tattoo parlor -- I know a few guys, but I don't think I actually like their work that much?  Our styles don't really mesh.  Anybody have any Kansas City recommendations?

In not-baseball and not-tattoo things, I signed up for Wave One of the BBB -- THIS TIME I will finish my darn story, because THIS TIME I will not wait three months before starting it.  :D  Probably.  I'm bad at this sort of thing.

And [personal profile] pentapus  made a lovely icon of Moon and Chime from the Books of the Raksura!  Using a prompt I gave her!  :D :D  I will use it A LOT, because it's cool.  Lookie.


Jan. 15th, 2013 08:49 pm
theladysnarkydame: (special snowflake!)
I got to tear apart old tables at work today!  By which I mean, I got to whale away at some really solid display tables we didn't need anymore, so that they'd fit into the trash compactor.  With a crowbar.  And a hammer.  :D  There was wood flying everywhere!  My name tag kept whipping around to try and strangle me!  The GAP guys and Pottery Barn guys were also doing some after-holiday junk removal, and they kept laughing at me and R and our Demolition Faces of Glee!

But apparently I'm getting too old for that kind of fun, because now the fingers on my right hand (my hammer hand!) feel a little numb, and I managed to hit my left elbow with a bad swing of the hammer, so that's all sore and will probably be purple tomorrow.  And I have a big ol' bruise just below my left hip, because I managed to step into the space between the trash compactor and the floor and banged my leg against the side.  And my back kinda hurts.  And I got a splinter in my thumb.

But still!  Demolition!  Glee!  >:D
theladysnarkydame: (Default)
Went to see the Architects with the lovely ciel_vert last night -- really great show.  That's some BIG sound from a small stage, and the Record Bar is indeed a small stage.  pictures of awesome band here )

I kept trying to get good shots of the drummer, but it just wasn't happening.  :(  I will definitely be seeing them again, next chance I get!

And then I made the mistake of saying, out loud where the universe could hear me, that I was worried about waking up in time for work -- we were standing pretty close to those speakers, and my ears were ringing so hard that hearing my alarm was a genuine concern.

No need to worry though!  at 5:20 am the fire alarms went off.  Loudest sound in the world that early in the morning.  I thought it was a false alarm, as usual, so I threw on some pajama pants and flip flops and made my way out -- leaving the cats alone, because stuffing four reluctant felines into two carriers and a duffel bag is not something I am all that capable off half-awake.  And besides, it's a false alarm, right?

Or not. 
Hey, do you smell smoke? )

Apparently, the roof of my building was burning.  The firemen couldn't reach it, because it's an eight story building and their ladder only goes up seven, the roof door was locked, and the ceiling is concrete so they couldn't knock a hole in it. 

But they got the building manager there eventually and they kept the fire contained to the roof.   They let us back in two hours later, much of which I spent fretting about my cats and complaining on twitter.

Not a lot of damage, ultimately, other than the roof, and the water damage on the top couple of floors.  Some of the sprinklers went off on my floor, leaving the hallways smelling of stagnant sprinkler water.  Yech.  But my apartment is untouched and my cats are fine, so I'll chalk it up to an adventure, yeah?  Next time, lets skip that part, universe.  Just let me oversleep.

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