So… I just met Richard M Sherman, of the Sherman Brothers. A personal hero of mine, if you don’t know who he is, he’s responsible for more music you know than you could possibly fathom. Mary Poppins, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, Winnie the Pooh, The Jungle Book, and theme park music like “In The Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room” and “it’s a small world (after all).”

He gave my group of clients a private concert—there were only about 60 of us all together. I have video of the entire hour-long performance—I’ll try to upload it as soon as possible. He was just sitting at an upright piano with a microphone and going for it.

Then after he was the one who initiated conversation with me—since I’m staff, I was trying not to. But he was just the sweetest man who told the most wonderful stories and was so gracious and it really was a night to remember.

HI TUMBLR I MISS YOU. *CLINGS*

I can’t even explain why I’m gone. I just… yeah. Am not here. But I hope to come back to you soon!

Annnnnnnnyway… to make a long story short, my beloved red glasses (with the polka dots inside *sob sob*) have broken. They snapped in half right in the middle, and cannot be fully repaired. (I have them superglued right now, it is horrible and headachey.)

Today I went with a friend and got my new prescription (my vision has improved! Yussss!) and tried on glasses at various stores. And took pictures. (And then found the images put online of these glasses, to help y’all who weren’t there to see the real true-to-life colors.

Anyway, it’s voting time. Take a look at mah face and let me know if you like anything. And I mean anything. Shape versus color versus size. Just… help a gal out.

ETA: Ugliest. Photoset. Ever. But you know what? Don’t care. Click to view!

ETA 2: It’s fun to figure out which pictures were from before, and which were from after my exam. SCARY LARGE PUPILS, Y’ALL.

giraffe-in-a-tree:

Head up by Tambako the Jaguar on Flickr.

This time I googled “fat baby seal” and found the path towards permanent world peace. 

It’s not done yet—the gun especially—but you get the general idea. Gonna have some shades, try to find my old bluetooth, and I’m going to have a bloody patch on my shirt and a dribble coming out of my mouth.

Y/N?

critink:

I hadn’t planned on submitting this, but oh well, I’m bored in a hotel room so you get my back! 4 years old.

I have a sad story to go along with this—I had the idea for this (it’s the melody line to David Bowie’s song “Life on Mars”) and had plans to go to a tattoo convention. I’d only wanted to meet artists but I ended up getting ansty and rushed it, decided to go ahead and do it RIGHT THEN AT THE CON. I regret that now.

I ended up picking the artist I did because I thought she would be passionate about the subject matter, which was the most important thing to me at the time. (Stupid me thought passion would equal effort.) The artist I picked was the shop owner, and she passed me off to what I later realized was an apprentice.

He didn’t understand what I was asking for, even though I told him over and over NO, I don’t want bar lines, JUST NOTES. It took him literally about six hours before he called me back to tell me his brilliant idea—the one I had pitched to him in the first place.

He ended up drawing the notes directly on my back, which unfortunately ended up giving it a very sloppy look. I had to look at the image in a dim public bathroom, and everyone I asked said it looked good and didn’t see the crowding I saw.

As he was tattooing, the person I originally had asked to tattoo me made the joke “Don’t worry if you screw up, it’s on her back so she’ll never see it!”

I should have walked away right then. As you can see, some of the notes had the ink in the center fall out. 

It looked like this when it was fresh

Uh, I don’t know if there’s really anything to add… but there you go.

EEK! That’s a shitty story. It really is hard to get out of a situation like that (I’ve hear a lot of people with similar experiences) but it’s just soooo awkward and crowded. I mean if you really wanted a few music notes you could just get them somewhere smaller (wrist, ankle, under your boob / rib) and not have like a thousand of them. Really this is sort of like “yes yes I get the point.” Even if it is a measure from some well known piece, no one is really going to get that looking at it.

It’s holding up well for four years though, which I guess is bitter sweet haha really though it’s not a terribly large tattoo, so if you ever want to get a giant back piece you could cover this up. I’m assuming you’re a musician? Imagine a full-back portrait of Chopin or whoever, and how mind blowing that would be. This could easily be covered up by some darkish background or most things, really….

Hey look, it’s me! And one of my tattoos! (Wow, I really need to re-do my hair, youch. Anyway… back to the topic)

At the time, I specifically wanted this artist/this song. And despite its flaws I still am fond of this tattoo. Maybe if I get a kick-ass Bowie tattoo, I’d consider covering this one up, but for now… eh.

I do like this better though than a few spare notes, though that just might be my own opinion, because I can’t tell you how many people DO stop me and try to read my back. (Try being the key word, because there are no bars and there isn’t much precision, but they get the gist.) It feels more like a song than generic music, though I understand critINK’s feeling of “yes yes I get the point” because it IS a kajilliony notes.

I have to say though that the circumstances of getting this tattoo have made me really leery about moving forward with my next one. It’s been four years, I’ve had certain tattoos planned for that long, but I’m being super cautious with selecting an artist and that makes it tough. But I’ve been working on finding someone—maybe in the Bay—but yeah, hopefully new artwork (With colors! And things!) coming soon.