Lamenting Maggie May

My grandparents used to have a beautiful dog, a border collie cross with some sort of mastif, called Maggie. Because she was black and white and looked like a magpie. Her brother was Boe, who was my aunt's dog. I've always been fond of dogs. The only cat I remember my family having is Snuffels, and he was a bit of an evil, vicious, unsociable fuzball. Have you ever read any of the witches books? Know Greebo? Snuffles was a little bit Greebo. There were also Pud and Jasmine, who were quiet cool. Pud was supposed to be the fighting cat while Jasmine was the gracefull, fluffy one - Some sort of long hair, possibly a persian cross, except she was all black.. She was pretty, but she was inclined to sit on your neck while you slept and nibble on your eyebrows. Pud was a sook. She was a spotted Tabby - One of the most spectacular looking cats I think I ever saw. A bit of a lousy mother though, although her kittens survived.

A nice little bit of randomness there before the post begins in ernest. Or Adelaide more correctly, since that's where I am. I got the tattoo last night. Went to Hindley tatto, which is a really nice place along Hindley street, because mum got her tattooes from the aprentice of one of the tattooists, and had been given a letter of reccomendation. She has to go complete her tattoo set anyway, better have it done by someone she knows is good yes? I went in with Zoe to get it done, and she decided to go first (although I was willing to, she wanted to get it over with). She got a small crowd of spectators too- Some people have never seen a tattoo done before. My mum started explaining it to me while I gave ther the most depreciating look I could manage before telling her that I had, after all, researched tattooing as a part of my final art project, and since my subject was methods and medea I knew very well how a tattoo worked thank you.
If I'd been just a year older I could have included getting the tattoo in the report. Of course, I wanted to get this tat done since I was sixteen. And I've known exactly what I wanted to look like since I was 17 (I wanted to get it done for my 17th birthday, but apparently I was too young). As the tattooist commented, that's a very Virgo thing to do- Make up your mind and not change it. He was nice, quite chatty about the Japanese language and how the pictograms often looked like what they were meant to.
Yes, my tattoo was Kanji. Three guesses what - Washi. And it does look a little like an eagle. Zoe's was nice- It was a trebble clef with a rose as the center stroke. Fantastically pretty. But then there usually are some nice designs.

Did it hurt? Of course it did - It stings quite a bit. I would have been worried if it didn't, even on the flabby part of my body that it was. Never, NEVER get a tat on your ankle. That's just stupid. Doesn't mean I wouldn't happily go back and get another. I can see why some people become a little addicted to it. Plus I think, if done well, it's pretty. Skin is pretty boring anyway, Unless you're a island mountan person who has that shade of black skin that seems to shine blue - That's just damn cool. Where do I gets me some of them genetics?

Dad's birthday tomorrow. I'll give him a hug tonight when he drops my brother off.

I went and saw 'Star Trek Nemesis' on friday. I rather enjoyed it. Although, I have to admit, I do have a bit of a soft spot for Star Trek. Not as big as my mother's- She's a total trekkie. But it was good. Quite philosophical. Ever since I began reading reviews for certain movies, I've been thinking more about them. Nemesis actually had something to think about, more complex and abstract then 'Why did he do it?' (Which was what someone found themselves asking after watching 'Catch me if you Can'. She knew how forgists did it, and while that was interesting, what she wanted to know was WHY. Mostly they were inteligent enough to make money another way, which they could actually show of, unlike you can when you're a good forger. So what's the point of having all that money, being unable to spend it and being chased around the country?) I guess it's just the type of mind. I like abstract concepts. They're slippery, hard to grab hold of- Most human concepts can be best explained by 'We can't help it- it's in our nature'. Like war and patriotism. It's the old scorpion fable. Which I heard on Star Trek.

"Even with my memories, he would not be me."
~Data, ST-N
- posted by Washi @ 4:19 pm