I need a new job.
What would my mother think?
Yes, mom. I did just post a picture of my chest on the internet. Do you still love me?
This post is to show my dragon chest tattoo better than it appears in the "new Hair" post of a couple weeks ago. I drew the tat myself, and specified that it be done in light greys as it appears, so that it almost looks like a pencil drawing (my preferred medium).
This tattoo has brought me endless entertainment, simply because of its location. I can't tell you the number of times I'd be standing in line at the store or Starbucks and see someone trying to look at the tattoo without being noticed becuase they don't want to be accused of staring at my cleavage. The looking is usually done in sly, nervous, sideways glances and when the looker notices that I've noticed them looking, they get red-faced and stammer and look away, mumbling quickly something along the lines of "that's a beautiful tattoo." I just grin and say thanks.
Once, across a crowded deli, a cashier did a double-take, stared hard, then cracked up laughing. At my amused but confused look, she explained, "that's a great tattoo, but from here it looked like you had hair on your chest." Not quite the effect I was going for, but hey - it made for a good chuckle.
I'd post a pic of the one on my butt, but ... Kidding. I don't have one there.
Yet.
Comic time
Ok, I actually drew these for a friend and coworker to post on his blog, 52 Fridays, a very cool comic blog. Go check it out. Now.
I wasn't going to post this comic on my own blog, since it would be on his, but ... well, it took a long damned time and I'm just a teensy bit proud of it. Kinda. So, here's my view on uninvited visitors, more or less. And it's all because the place is such an incredible mess most of the time (small place + lots of stuff = continual catasrophe).
Actually, I wish I really had a pit ...
Full of himself, isn't he?
King Heironymous allows you to adore him. He suffers your awe with great but humble effort, and knows his place as All-Mighty Emperor of your tiny tiny world. Look on him and know majesty. He shits majesty.
Bow down. Grovel. Sacrifice crickets in his name.
You know you want to.
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