Thursday, May 24, 2012

Robot Days of Summer

Well ... my tattoo isn't finished yet, but it looks excellent already.
Not pictured is the robot's other hand, which snakes up towards my inner arm/armpit area. That stung a lot, but it's all good now.  

My challenge is finding a way to cover it when running (I have to keep it out of the sun for two weeks). I don't want to bundle up in 85 degree weather. Today I tied a scarf around my arm, tucking the loose ends into my shirt sleeve, but it kept slipping. A number of safety pins in strategic places might be the solution. Hmm. Where do you even buy safety pins anymore? 

I feel that there might have been something profound I considered writing about, but frankly, I'm too tired to remember what that was. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to watch some Netflix Instant, consider writing an extremely traumatic scene in my short story, and then read a few pages of 1Q84 before going to bed.


  1. Robot spelled backwards is Tobor. Tobor spelled backwards is robot. Robotrobot spelled backwards is Tobortobor. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco.

    1. Come to Pittsburgh and I'll buy you all the tacos you can eat!