Tattoo You

Contrary to popular belief, I don't just throw stuff up here when the mood strikes me. I keep a running sheet of ideas for my blog. However, some of them are based on current events, so if I don't get to them, they get stale. There's always some Kardashian crap, like Kris Jenner saying she believed that O.J. killed Nicole. No shit Kris. The Soup had a good one a few weeks back when they were talking about the wedding scene in Breaking Dawn. They showed a clip and then mentioned the parents of the undead, and panned to a shot of Bruce and Kris Jenner at Kim's most recent nuptials. What I really want to do in life is write for The Soup, or Letterman et al. But I make the big bucks as a telecommunications factotum, so I gotta stick to my knitting.

I also have note about Harold Camping retiring. I guess when the last predicted rapture failed to materialize, he decided to call it a wrap. I tried to make a hay from that one earlier this year. I wrote about it in one of my weekly columns and also used it for some FB fodder, e.g. "I don't buy into any of that Camping BS. Hey, what's that noise?"

So what the hell does all this have to do with your title DJ. Chill. I'm getting there. One of the other items I've had percolating is a discussion I had with my dermatologist during a visit last month. We got on the subject of tattoos and vehemently agreed that today's chucklehead youth are going be regretting their decision to get inked. I saw a young actress on Letterman recently and she was already bemoaning the tat in Cyrillic encircling her wrist.