Busy body during a full week off

Back in the spring we decided with Bev that we'd all go together to Seaside in September once the worst of summer was over. We picked a great time to get out of town as the sky was smoky and ashy due to several fires around the state. Our drive down was disturbing in a menacing yellow sky that didn't clear up at all until we got to the coast. It's hard to tell in the sunset photo, but there was much more blue than we expected to see.



The sky put on quite a show the next night, too.




We aren't really beach people, but we had to walk out and get our feet in the water once. During high tide, of course.



A group selfie while flying a kite backwards? I can do it.



Apparently this guy's been here for years, but I never saw him before. Or I forgot.



We spent one morning down in Cannon Beach, which is one of the most recognizable beaches in the world. The bigger rock is much bigger than I ever realized, it was amazing to see it from high on the hillside and realize it was still taller than we were high up.



There are lots more photos if you click through to Flickr, of course.

Tuvix was well taken care of by my niece Christina and her boyfriend Daniel. They even took him on an adventure to Seattle!



The trip was booked Saturday-Wednesday, so I went ahead and took Thursday and Friday off, too. All of my paid time off is spoken for for the rest of the year, so I decided Friday would be a spa day. And while I was there, I realized I may as well go to the new piercing and tattoo shop in Mukilteo, Foundation Body Arts.

They were getting ready to open last time I got that nipple pierced, and maybe if I'd been patient, I could have been one of the first customers. It was cool to finally go, it's owned by Ben, the guy who pierced that same cursed nipple maybe five years ago or more. It migrated then, too, perhaps because I stretched the piercing too aggressively.

Being there got me thinking about how I don't like the old empty piercings in my ears, especially the left one. Two smaller holes and the bigger lower one just kinda looked like a sad, exasperated face. Since I was in a piercing and tattoo shop anyway, why not do something about them? We put a ring through the big lower hole and repierced the hole above it, and I liked that so much that I had him repierce the other hole with a barbell. I love the way the balls are the same size and can line up next to each other.



Spiffing up my ear backfired slightly by making me revisit how much I dislike the notch in my tragus you can see in the photo above. That happened in 1993 or 1994 when a piercing there grew out, and I've hated the way it's looked like a fish mouth ever since. So, while I was at a tattoo appointment two days later, I got the artist to just finish the job.



There's something so great and liberating about changing something you don't like about your body into something you do. But that's not why I was at the shop. Tyler and I finally started my next huge project, a full leg of TRON imagery. My plan was always to start with Sark on my thigh, and he absolutely nailed it.




That makes six tattoos in seven or so weeks so I guess it's finally time to take a break. Tyler's expertise doesn't come cheap, so I don't exactly have any choice but to take this project slowly.

Busy body during a full week off

Back in the spring we decided with Bev that we'd all go together to Seaside in September once the worst of summer was over. We picked a great time to get out of town as the sky was smoky and ashy due to several fires around the state. Our drive down was disturbing in a menacing yellow sky that didn't clear up at all until we got to the coast. It's hard to tell in the sunset photo, but there was much more blue than we expected to see.



The sky put on quite a show the next night, too.




We aren't really beach people, but we had to walk out and get our feet in the water once. During high tide, of course.



A group selfie while flying a kite backwards? I can do it.



Apparently this guy's been here for years, but I never saw him before. Or I forgot.



We spent one morning down in Cannon Beach, which is one of the most recognizable beaches in the world. The bigger rock is much bigger than I ever realized, it was amazing to see it from high on the hillside and realize it was still taller than we were high up.



There are lots more photos if you click through to Flickr, of course.

Tuvix was well taken care of by my niece Christina and her boyfriend Daniel. They even took him on an adventure to Seattle!



The trip was booked Saturday-Wednesday, so I went ahead and took Thursday and Friday off, too. All of my paid time off is spoken for for the rest of the year, so I decided Friday would be a spa day. And while I was there, I realized I may as well go to the new piercing and tattoo shop in Mukilteo, Foundation Body Arts.

They were getting ready to open last time I got that nipple pierced, and maybe if I'd been patient, I could have been one of the first customers. It was cool to finally go, it's owned by Ben, the guy who pierced that same cursed nipple maybe five years ago or more. It migrated then, too, perhaps because I stretched the piercing too aggressively.

Being there got me thinking about how I don't like the old empty piercings in my ears, especially the left one. Two smaller holes and the bigger lower one just kinda looked like a sad, exasperated face. Since I was in a piercing and tattoo shop anyway, why not do something about them? We put a ring through the big lower hole and repierced the hole above it, and I liked that so much that I had him repierce the other hole with a barbell. I love the way the balls are the same size and can line up next to each other.



Spiffing up my ear backfired slightly by making me revisit how much I dislike the notch in my tragus you can see in the photo above. That happened in 1993 or 1994 when a piercing there grew out, and I've hated the way it's looked like a fish mouth ever since. So, while I was at a tattoo appointment two days later, I got the artist to just finish the job.



There's something so great and liberating about changing something you don't like about your body into something you do. But that's not why I was at the shop. Tyler and I finally started my next huge project, a full leg of TRON imagery. My plan was always to start with Sark on my thigh, and he absolutely nailed it.




That makes six tattoos in seven or so weeks so I guess it's finally time to take a break. Tyler's expertise doesn't come cheap, so I don't exactly have any choice but to take this project slowly.