So Becca (germanpanther) got tattooed Thursday night, at the ever-reliable Tattoo Tech (where I got my work done). Stupid me forgot my new little digital camera which I have yet to use, so when I see her Monday I'll photograph it.


What could it be of? Why, Paul Simonon's pistol, of course! Though this go-around, it's bigger and shinier; talk about your pistol-envy.

She also got it in her head that she needs new icons, as she is currently over-loaded on Mr. Simonon. And what could she want now? Sid and Nancy, of course. I can do that, so I did. But now I really like what I made, but I cannot bear to part with what I currently have. Delete Godunov? In the words of Tom Noonan as Frankenstein in Monster Squad, "BOGUS!"

For better or for worse, here they are:


We love to quote Gary Oldman as Sid Vicious lately, and I think the lovely quip at Mr. Rotten worked quite well in icon form featuring the real deal. I was this close to making one up of Sid's Action Man going into the sink, but I refrained.

As for my WTF innards, it seems I upset them with something I ate Thursday night when I came home from my grand Becca adventure. It wasn't past expiration, but my mom deduced that it may not have been frozen properly. She prefers grocery shopping at Meijer, but she's not fond of how they treat their frozen food section. Whatever the case may be, I spent Thursday night and early Friday morning (and now Friday night, early Saturday morning) throwing up. I'm feeling better now, and whiled away my nauseated hours waiting to vomit whipping up the above icons.

Whine, whine, whine. I'm sticking to liquids for the rest of the day.


"We tried to save him, but it was too late!"