Now I have to admit, one of the things that pisses me off the most about the wanna-be geeks is the fact that suddenly everyone and their mother is wearing those fake horn-rimmed glasses even when they don't require corrective lenses. People, you look ridiculous and sound even worse when you try to be a geek and you aren't one. Stop it...
Friday, December 27, 2013
Geek Culture
It is time to once more hear the wise and all-knowing words of Foamy the Squirrel my dear readers! This time he takes to the streets once again to try and preserve one of the oldest subcultures... being a Geek. Just like being a goth or punk (or even a metalhead), geekdom has been taken over by the mainstream and made into something far more streamlined and fashion-sensitive than it was ever meant to be. While I may identify with many alternative and underground lifestyles, I will never call myself a geek. Why, you might ask? Because I am not a geek, pure and simple. I'm a nerd, but I do not have the technical, mathematical, or scientific know-how to be known as a geek. I love Star Wars, Harry Potter, anime, and Star Trek. Just because the Big Bang Theory is a part of my regular viewing experience when I decide to make use of the cable does not make me a geek. But allow me to turn the conversation over to Foamy to fully explain the heinous crime that is being committed against true geeks everywhere.
Now I have to admit, one of the things that pisses me off the most about the wanna-be geeks is the fact that suddenly everyone and their mother is wearing those fake horn-rimmed glasses even when they don't require corrective lenses. People, you look ridiculous and sound even worse when you try to be a geek and you aren't one. Stop it...
Now I have to admit, one of the things that pisses me off the most about the wanna-be geeks is the fact that suddenly everyone and their mother is wearing those fake horn-rimmed glasses even when they don't require corrective lenses. People, you look ridiculous and sound even worse when you try to be a geek and you aren't one. Stop it...
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
A Long Overdue Return
I must beg forgiveness once again my little gothlings. These six long months I have not been fair at all to my readers. Things just seem to keep on piling up, but that is barely an excuse. If I ever do it again, feel free to yell at me if you so wish. For now I'll ease you lot (and myself) back into the groove of things and mention my newest ambitions to you all.
First up: I'm currently working on a Nightmare Before Christmas trio tattoo! When all is said and done Jack, Sally, and Zero will all adorn my body in a more permanent style. And I'd say it's going pretty well so far. Just this past weekend I got Sally completed. What do you think?
I'm beyond ecstatic with it. My tattoo artist from my good ol' standby Alter Ego has done an amazing job with her. Once my bank account looks a little bit healthier (which might take a little while I'll admit) I'll be well on my way to getting Jack added and then its just a hop, skip and a jump until I get Zero put on and the trio will be complete!
And before you ask... yes, that hurt like fucking hell! My artist even used some numbing agent once the outline and shading was done... it meant exactly jack shit while he was doing all that solid color in the hair. And the shading alone was enough to bring me to tears. Yes, I very nearly cried and I'm definitely not ashamed to admit it. I'm a bony little bitch to put it lightly, so getting tattooed on my ribs was murder...
As for my second ambition, I have to give a little background first in order to explain everything. My boyfriend recently succeeded in getting me hooked on a few songs by the Italobrothers, especially "Stamp on the Ground." Never heard of it you say? Well we can't have that now can we?
First up: I'm currently working on a Nightmare Before Christmas trio tattoo! When all is said and done Jack, Sally, and Zero will all adorn my body in a more permanent style. And I'd say it's going pretty well so far. Just this past weekend I got Sally completed. What do you think?
And before you ask... yes, that hurt like fucking hell! My artist even used some numbing agent once the outline and shading was done... it meant exactly jack shit while he was doing all that solid color in the hair. And the shading alone was enough to bring me to tears. Yes, I very nearly cried and I'm definitely not ashamed to admit it. I'm a bony little bitch to put it lightly, so getting tattooed on my ribs was murder...
As for my second ambition, I have to give a little background first in order to explain everything. My boyfriend recently succeeded in getting me hooked on a few songs by the Italobrothers, especially "Stamp on the Ground." Never heard of it you say? Well we can't have that now can we?
Pretty catchy, huh? And did you notice the guys who were doing some kind of strange two-step, jump style dance in the water? Of course you didn't... you were too busy looking at the scantily clad women jumping on the bed. For shame... Watch it again and look for the dancing men.
You catch it this time? OK good. What they're doing is a little something called "jumpstyle." Real imaginative name right? Well "Jumpstyle" can refer to either the dance or even the type of music that is playing. The dancing is (as my boyfriend put it) basically line-dancing for ravers, and he did not lie. This, my dear readers, is what I'm going to attempt once my tattoo is a bit more healed. Looks easy you say? Take another look...
You can't seriously look at the majority of the things these guys are doing and tell me it looks easy... Not to mention the fact that I'm working against being out of shape and highly uncoordinated along with short legs. Yeah... wish me luck. I'm definitely going to need it...
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