Girls pummel man who exposed himself
When Susanto tried to run, more than 20 girls chased him down the block. Two men from the neighborhood caught him and the girls took their revenge.
Note to self: Don't piss off the Catholic school girls.
You know, I'd bang my head on my desk til I passed out if I wasn't worried about doing more damage to myself. But I swear to god, I have heard the phrase 'I don't understand' out of our development group more times than I really care to think about.
Today's example:
Client V wants to increase the resolution in their .pdf files. They don't like the way we present the graphs, they want to make things look a bit crisper, whatever.
Back in *August*, we sent mail to development asking about this. Client V said that, if we used a third party to create these files, then he'd like to know who that is, so that he can ask them himself. Dev told us that we do indeed use a third party library to create our .pdf files, and that they don't think that we can increase the resolution. No sign of *who* puts out the third party library we use, however.
A few more emails flew back and forth that really weren't pertinent to the issue at all, so finally, I sent email to development yesterday and asked the following:
[Name withheld to protect the guilty] mentioned in his email below that we use a third party library program to create the PDF output. The client would like to know who that third party is, so that they're able to pursue the quality issue that way.
The response?
Essentially, dev wanted to know if we've replicated the problem, if we've verified what the customer is telling us. Here's the key part: 'I know I really do not understand the problem.'
Yeah. This is the part where I beat my head on the desk. All they want is the name of whoever provided us the .pdf library we use. That's it. BAH. How fucking hard is that, people?
I swear to god, they do this because they know it makes my brain melt.
The best thing about this move to the new building is that I now have a large, lovely window to look out of--a window that faces outside, rather than into boring building. My desk is in the corner, so on the right, there is window, and on the left, there is wall (and a white board, but who's counting?).
Directly outside the window is parking lot, but not for too long--there's a stretch of grass between us and the street, and in that stretch of grass, there are several tall trees. The wind today causes the trees to move and, in the late afternoon sun, the movement of the leaves draws a pattern of dancing shadows across the wall.
When I look over, there is the piece of stained glass I bought while at Faire this season. It's a sea-and-landscape, with the hills in shades of purple and green, and the water below in a lovely varied piece that goes from pale blue to teal to dark blue. Above is an opaque white piece that has enough variation in color to look like clouds. With the sun shining through it, it truly does look like an afternoon on the water, looking toward land.
Sometimes, it's the simple things.
Suckful is the word of the day today. We're in our new building, and the office is great, but having to unpack all this shit? That's not so great. Add to that the fact that the movers managed to screw a few things up, and well...ugh. It'll take a few days to get the kinks out, I'm sure. Meanwhile, I'm in my new shared office, and the person I'm sharing it with isn't in yet. Therefore, all the crap that's in the office is all mine. If we end up with as much stuff in here as I think we might....well, let's just say that we'll have a rather festive office, that's for sure. But hey. Plants, woot!
However--goddammit. The wheel on my mouse isn't working anymore. Sigh. :)
As sad as this story is (Gun antics turn deadly for Concord 16-year-old)...well. Read:
The Concord resident died at John Muir Medical Center about 9 p.m. Wednesday after apparently firing one shot into his head at a friend's Antioch home, police said. Witnesses told police Christopher thought he was firing an empty chamber of a .357-caliber pistol.
Okay. One of the first couple of things Brett said to me when he was teaching me how to shoot was that you always always ALWAYS check to make sure that a gun is loaded when you pick it up. Even if you know it's unloaded, you *always* check.
Another thing he told me was that you never point a loaded gun at another human being, whether it's loaded or not. When you're at the range, always keep the barrel facing *down range*. When you're at home, you point it away from where anyone might be.
So, yes. Tragic and sad that a sixteen year old boy lost his life, but (horrible as this may sound), it sounds like it was his own fault.
The problem with this is that, once again, this is probably going to set off all the people in California (which seems to be most of them) who shriek and moan and wail about how evil guns are. It's not the child's fault, how could it be? It's the Evil Gun! We must Save Our Children and take everyone's guns away!
What? You're a responsible taxpayer who's taken safety classes in how to properly handle your firearm? Take it away!
What? You have a concealed carry permit for self defense, because you're worried someone might cause you physical harm? That doesn't matter, we don't care about you, we care about Our Children!
Arg.
It's funny, too--I didn't really care too much about this subject until I started dating Brett. It didn't matter--no one I knew owned a gun, and though there were rifles in the house where I grew up--*unlocked* rifles, with ammunition right there within my grasp--I was a responsible child, because I had a responsible parent. I'll also freely admit that there's a lot I still don't know.
I *do* know, however, that common sense is a good thing, and the lack of it can sometimes have fatal results.
You know you're a geek when you do something like this in your spare time.
Of course...you're probably also a geek when you snicker at it, like I did.
Today's amusing tidbits:
- We're moving to another building on Friday--the only building out of the five that used to make up this campus. And, strangely enough, the one we're moving into is still referred to as building 5.
Today, Nasser (my boss) was talking to Jole (my counterpart, the senior for the other half of our product) about moving an extra piece of furniture into the office that two of Jole's team are sharing. One of them interrupts, as he is wont to do, and starts pestering. "Is it a TV? Is it a TV? Is it gonna be a TV?"
At that point, Nasser turned to him and said, "You know what? Your review is coming up soon. Don't push me right now."
Ha. :)
- I just received an almost panicked email from one of the Verizon customer team folks, who I've worked with pretty extensively in the past. 'Hey, you changed your last name! I always look for your last name to find your boss if I need him. I couldn't find you, I thought the best support person I know in Vital was gone, it scared me. No need to call back, just wanted to make sure you were still here.'
Hahahahaha. Excellent. :)
Hahahahaha.
So, yesterday, my company announced that we had posted a profitable quarter. Yes, that's right, for the first time in thirteen quarters, we made money rather than lost it. Yep, folks, that's more than THREE YEARS of consistently *losing* money. And hey, it's a small profit, as these things go, but still, I wouldn't sneeze at $77 million.
Here's the crack-up, for me. Our stock has finally started to take a bit of an upward trend, and it's now hovering close (sort of) to three dollars a share. Last week, it was hovering closer to two.
So, woohoo, our stock is going up, right?
Except that every single one of my grants of stock are still amazingly far underwater. A couple of years ago, when the dot com bubble burst, and took telecom with it, and all the company's troubles were announced, we all got a grant of stock, with a strike price of around twelve dollars. 'Oh, it won't go any lower than that!' Ha!
But the worst one? The initial grant of stock I received upon being hired? The strike price of those shares is $76.
Yep. $76--where it will never go again. Ever.
Still sucks to be me. :)
It's open enrollment time again for us again, yay health insurance.
My employer has contracted another company to handle our benefits, which they've done for the past several years--we all have logins, and have had logins since then.
Overheard today: "That password you use? To get into the benefits website? Is that the passworld you created for yourself?"
Er.
Um.
DUH.
Still in an absolutely evil mood. I haven't been in the mood to post here lately, either--I just feel like I don't have anything to say. That's not true, of course, there's a lot I could say, and I have a few essays I want to right, but now would not be a good time to do it. I'm just generally grumpy, and that escalates into really fucking pissed at the drop of a hat.
If this is PMS, dammit, I wish the monthly bill would just get here already. Jesus.
So, normally I don't post about baseball stuff, because I could really give a shit about baseball, you know? To me, it's one of the most godawfully boring sports out there. My Red Sox fan husband tolerates this with a bit of amusement and exasperation--I'm sure he'd love it if I liked baseball, but I'm willing to go to games with him, and I'll even occasionally watch it on TV, *and* I'm a big fan of other sports (woo, hockey!), so I think that one small sin is forgiven. ;)
Anyway, I digress. The World Series this year will be Yankees vs Marlins, and I overheard someone say 'who cares,' and that it's 'not fair' that the Marlins have been to the World Series twice in the ten years they've been a franchise. Now, again, take this with a grain of salt because it comes from a non-baseball fan, but...uh.
How is that not fair?
Even I know that the Yankees have a huge payroll, it's all over the sporting news, and you can't go ten feet without someone (usually a disgruntled fan somewhere) talking about how the Yankees are buying championships. Maybe that's true, and maybe that's not, but I can tell you that I've *never* heard anything similar about the Marlins.
I played softball as a kid, so I know that there's at least some measure of talent and skill that goes into the game, it doesn't have everything to do with luck. So, the Marlins reached the World Series again, and they've managed to do so by spending far less money than the Yankees. (Mind you, this is not intended to be a slam against New York, but rather why I think that the 'not fair' statement about the Marlins is, well, silly.)
How is it unfair that they have used their talent and their skills to get themselves into the series? If they were cheating (if that was even possible in baseball, I have no idea), *then* maybe the 'not fair' accusation would have merit. As it is, it just seems strange to me to say that a team that's managed to get themselves to the highest berth the playoffs twice in ten years isn't fair.
If that's the case, what about the New Jersey Devils? What about the Colorado Avalanche? Hell, what about the LA Lakers (boo, hiss) and the Boston Celtics? The Lakers had a big run during the years of the Lakers/Celtics rivalry, but they've also done it again lately. What about the Chicago Bulls? Or the Utah Jazz, who got to the NBA Championships two years in a row? (They've pretty much melted into obscurity since, which makes me sad, but what can you do?) These are all teams of professional athletes. Maybe you can't compare the sports, but it seems at least similar in my mind. Some teams have higher payrolls than others, but they've also managed to do the same thing that the Marlins have done, the same thing someone is saying is 'not fair.'
Color me puzzled, or something.
And now, I'll shut up and go back to keeping my fingers crossed for my Sharks this season. :)
I feel so old right about now.
11-13 year old kids review video games released in the 70s and 80s.
If you grew up with games like Pong and Donkey Kong, you may get a kick out of this, but trust me, you *will* feel old.
Just going to reach over here for my walker...
My new phone got here yesterday, the day after I ordered it. I am so impressed. It's a neat little gadget, too. The screen saver is just the clock, but that it uses a screen saver at all just kills me. I have *wallpaper* for the damn thing. The default ringtones all suck (but the polyphonic thing is really cool!), so I'm trying to choose between the Winnie The Pooh theme song, and the Ride of the Valkyries, both of which I can download from AT&T's site. I downloaded a ton of them yesterday to listen, mostly because I just wanted to hear how they'd sound: Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (tempting--Jeremy, you know why!), Losing My Religion, Take On Me, Come Monday, The Final Countdown...so, yeah. Fun with the new cellphone.
Tonight is the Sharks home opener--go Sharks! And, it's almost Friday, woohoo!
Aside to Kerroan: Yes, I did...mostly. One of my stupid cow-orkers threatened to make it a shitty day, because she was being an idiot (as usual), but I still managed. :)
Also, I have decided that I am going to have a good day today, dammit. Sometimes, it's all about the attitude. :)
I spent about half an hour on the phone with AT&T Wireless yesterday, after Brett pointed me to a big sale they're having on phones. I've been wanting to upgrade my model for awhile, even though I probably don't get as much use out of it as a lot of people do. Anyway, the phone that he bought, and the other one that I was looking at, were both free after rebate, so I figured I'd put an order through. It kept trying to charge me for activation, though, and that annoyed me--I've had a service plan with AT&T Wireless for almost two years, why would I have to pay activation again?
Thus, I called the customer service line, and found that the free phones are only for new service--ah-ha, the catch! :) But, I was informed by Jessica, the first of two very pleasant and helpful reps I talked to, if I upgraded my phone and agreed to another two year service agreement, I could get a $50 rebate on the phone I wanted. She ended up transferring me to a woman named Laura, who explained all that stuff over to me again, and also let me know that my $50 mail-in rebate would completely cover the cost of the phone I wanted, the Nokia 3595. I should get it in the next couple of days.
The buttons are sort of funky looking, but there are lots of benefits: it's a 'next generation' phone, and it's got a sim chip in it that will move from phone to phone--no more having to call to get a phone activated (this is what I understand from what a guy from T-Mobile told us while we were in MA). It's also got polyphonic ring tones, and on Nokia's site, there's a list of ring tones available for download. This cracked my shit up--I can have Metallica's 'Enter Sandman' or 'For Whom The Bell Tolls' as a ringtone. Or, I could have Enya's 'May It Be' from the LOTR soundtrack as a ringtone--and I have to say, that one's mighty tempting. Or, and this one made me laugh my ass off, I could have 'Uncle Fucka' from South Park.
Can you imagine that? I'd be singing along every time my phone rang. I'd be making people call me, just so I could show it off. Hee. :)
In other new toy news...after Brett got us a renter's insurance policy, I put in an order on Monday for a DirecTV system. I talked to the office, they're going to waive our security deposit for that, which is really cool--but then, we've also lived there for two years as of November, so I guess they like us or something. :)
It's a dual receiver system; the main receiver also has TiVo built in, and there's a separate receiver that we'll put in the bedroom. I have no idea what sort of packages we can get, or what we'll end up deciding on...I guess, since the stuff was supposed to ship within 24 hours, we should figure that out. Hm. :)
Brett told me last night that he's added something to Movable Type to help prevent the pornspam that's been left the comments of a lot of blogs lately. Though there shouldn't be any issues, if you have any problems leaving me comments, please send me email. :)
I'm already cranky today because I'm quite quite sore (see Phoenix Rising blog for details, if you haven't already heard about it), so my temper is already on edge. There are also things that I might ordinarily be able to shrug off that just grate on me like there's no tomorrow.
- Every time one of my co-workers says, on the phone, "Hold on a moment," and then turns around to ask me a question--most often a question that I've either answered fifteen million times already, or something she should just plain know the answer to.
- Nosy co-workers, ones who noisily ask for more details, even when the conversation doesn't involve them in the slightest. Grr.
- Stupid office AC. It's fucking cold in here, just like always. That is very annoying.
I want a nap.
Many of you have probably already seen this already, my apologies for the duplication, but I couldn't resist.
In light of a few of my recent posts, this week's Friday Five seemed rather appropriate...
1. Do you watch sports? If so, which ones?
2. What/who are your favorite sports teams and/or favorite athletes?
3. Are there any sports you hate?
4. Have you ever been to a sports event?
5. Do/did you play any sports (in school or other)? How long did you play?
1. Do you watch sports? If so, which ones?
NHL hockey, NBA and NCAA basketball, NFL football.
2. What/who are your favorite sports teams and/or favorite athletes?
Hockey: my Sharks, of course. :) I'm also sort of hoping for the Avs this year. I'm still pretty impressed with Jean-Sebastian Giguere, and I still love Jeff Friesen. I could name half of the Sharks roster here, too, but I won't.
NBA: Utah Jazz, and John Stockton. I could still count Karl Malone in there, but gaah, he had to go and sign with the Lakers. The only thing worse than that would be if he'd signed with the Bulls. ;)
3. Are there any sports you hate?
Baseball is just not my cup of tea. Neither is Nascar, if you can count that a sport.
4. Have you ever been to a sports event?
I'm a season ticket holder for the Sharks. I've also been to several NBA games, and to some college basketball games. Oh! And the horse races--again, not sure whether that exactly qualifies as a sport.
5. Do/did you play any sports (in school or other)? How long did you play?
I played softball for several years, before high school, in the accelerated leagues. I started out as right/left field, moved to short stop, then moved to first base. I had one brief stint as catcher, and man, did that ever suck. I tried out for the high school softball team, but there were many many girls there who were better than I was.
Got a sausage biscuit this morning on my way to work, yay.
Now, on to hockey (usual disclaimers apply)...
The Sharks opened their season last night in Edmonton against the Oilers. Before the game, they retired Grant Fuhr's number, and while I'm sure that was very cool for the Edmonton fans, it was sort of a yawner for me, much as I hate to admit it.
Anyway...the brief recap of the game: the Sharks played hard for about two and a half periods of hockey. I'm not sure what happened, but all of a sudden, in the middle of the third, they just completely lost their shit. Cheechoo's goal was nice, Michalek's was lucky, and sheesh, if Marleau had only converted on a couple of those awesome chances he had, it would've been a different game. As it was, they lost, 5-2.
There was a scary moment or two in there, as well--one for Sturm in particular, who caught a clearing attempt by Kyle McLaren in the face toward the end of the second period. Luckily, Big Mac didn't hit the puck that hard, but Marco still ended up with a nasty cut on the bridge of his nose, and didn't return to the game. He's okay, though, and is probable for the next game.
McCauley was also down for awhile, and I can't decide whether it was because someone whacked his hand with a stick or because he twisted his ankle. Since they didn't take him out of the game, I'm guessing it was his hand.
Next game: Calgary, on Saturday. This ought to be interesting--Sutter's still coaching there, of course...though, he was fired from San Jose so quickly last season that maybe the impact won't be quite so interesting as I think. We'll see.
In The Pool report: Well, crap. I chose Korolyuk as my In The Pool submission, based on his preseason play, and got nothing to show for it. Bah. :) I'll probably stick with that line, though, and pick Marleau for Calgary. We'll just have to see what happens. Of all the prizes they're giving away, I'm angling for the jersey. ;)
Ever had one of those sudden, largely inexplicable food cravings, in which you can think about nothing else except the food you want, and how good that first bite would taste?
I don't get those often, but for some reason, today I just *really* want a sausage biscuit with cheese from McDonalds. No egg, just the biscuit, the sausage, and the cheese.
Yeah, okay...maybe I am a little hungry. :)
I was out of the office yesterday, because starting sometime Monday afternoon, I was dealing with the beginnings of a migraine--bad enough that I was wishing for sunglasses on the drive home from Applebees...at 10:30pm.
I did crawl out of the cave that was my apartment long enough to take myself to the polling place--and managed to end up there with Brett, which was completely unplanned. But...it sucked to go outside (ow, the daystar, it burns us), and I hurt, but I voted. Go me. Buh-bye, Davis. Good riddance. But, I'll give him this, at least: his concession speech was very gracious.
This morning upon my return to the office, I found a few things out of place...the origami swan was knocked off the shelf over the monitor, as was the black and red bug that Brett gave me (mind you, they're on opposite ends of the shelf), and the blown glass carousel horse I have up there was likewise tipped over.
I want to know who is fucking around with my stuff when I'm not here. Hello, fucktards, keep your hands off my shit. I don't think it's anyone in the fishbowl--I'd hope not, definitely--which leaves facilities, as they're basically the only other people who have access to this room. It's happened often enough that I'm awfully tempted to ask my soon to be office mates if we can lock the damn door when we leave at night. Grr.
Stop fucking with my stuff!
If hockey geeking isn't your thing, you probably shouldn't read this. :)
The Sharks played a great game last night against the Avalanche, their last game of the pre-season. The roster looks like it's pretty well set, and I'm pretty certain that almost everyone who was dressed last night will end up starting the season with the team. Oh, and yay, Todd Harvey didn't get taken with the waiver draft.
From everything I've read, the Avs have been dressing their season lineup for every game so far, so it was no big surprise to see the Kariya-Sakic-Selanne line out ther to take the opening face-off.
The first half of the first period was pretty much a defensive game, and the Sharks looked nothing like they did last season. They were very strong on the blue line, didn't let the Avs get the puck into their zone without a lot of effort most often, and...it was just really impressive.
McCauley got the first goal, scored off a rebound--he's really starting to settle in well, it looks like. The Sharks still haven't named a captain, but he was wearing an A last night (along with Ricci and Hannan), so it'll be interesting to see how that pans out.
I can also totally see why people say that penalty shots are the most exciting part of hockey. Korolyuk (so glad he's back!) had a neat little breakaway, didn't get a shot off, but someone tripped him, so he was awarded the penalty shot. It was awesome--Aebischer played it very aggressively, but Korolyuk made him commit, then shot the prettiest backhander I've seen in awhile. The place went NUTS, and even though it wasn't a sell-out, it got pretty damn loud.
Davison got himself into a fight with someone, but it was pretty boring--neither of them really got to throw a punch.
The Kariya-Sakic-Selanne line had some difficulties for at least part of the game--it's interesting to note that the same problems Teemu had with the puck last season seem to have followed him to Colorado. He had an open half of the net on Nabokov, but couldn't put the puck in. Eventually, Sakic did score (the Avs' second goal), on a play created by a Sharks turnover at the blue line.
Primeau very nearly scored at one point, but the shot went off the post--in the replay, the PANG as the puck hit was pretty audible. Have to wonder how much force he put on that one for it to make a noise like that.
The last Sharks goal was scored by Milan Michalek (mi-HAL-ek), who was their first draft pick of the season. He's going to be awesome, this kid. He pulled an amazing deke on Vancouver two nights before, and this time, he and Scott Parker (new goon, traded from the Avs, and we like him, too!) got the turnover. Michalek went down the right side, nearly passed the puck to Parker, but found a hole instead. Nice play.
Minor annoyances: Oh my god, I hope the girls that sat behind us are not season ticket holders. I mean, is it a hockey game, or is it a 5:00 social? The two of them just would not shut up. Ever. Both of them had those voices that make you just want to reach around behind you and bitchslap them. Arg. Shut up. No, I don't care about whatshisname and his extra bedrooms and does he want to fuck you. OH, and you know what? If you 'never watch this shit,' why are you at a game in the first place? Grr.
The people next to us started talking in the third, but at least they weren't cheering for the Avs. I don't know what it is, but the seats immediately to my right almost always seem to be filled by opposing team fans.
Also. Dear (Some) Sharks Fans: What the fuck is up with booing Teemu Selanne every time he touches the puck? He had a player option for this season and he didn't take it. He went somewhere so that he could a) play on a line with Kariya again and b) have a decent shot of winning the Cup. Though he might have had that with the Sharks at some point, I don't think that this season will be the one. I hope I'm wrong, but, that's beside the point. So he didn't exercise his player option. So what? Once again, the man proves that it's not about money--he wanted to split the money Colorado was offering with Kariya, but Kariya wouldn't let him. Even so, he's still making less there than he was here. He wants a Cup. More power to him. Why does that make him a traitor? Are you going to pull the same shit when Adam Graves comes to town? Grow up, asshats.
My ponytail is being sent to Locks of Love today--I filled out the form, measured the pony tail, and have to take it to the pos office. In spite of my earlier post to Livejournal, it wasn't actually 11 inches, it was more like 14. The to-be-donated ponytail itself is a foot long. It boggles the mind.
Anyway, just to give an idea of what it looked like before, and what it looks like now, for people who haven't seen it...
Before #1 -- This is a really horrible picture of me before the whale watch we went on out in Boston. It shows how long my hair is, probably one of the best to do it, since we didn't do any formal before/after pictures. (It was sort of a spur of the moment thing.)
Before #2 -- The ponytail. Brett took it more to show the Red Sox ponytail holder (thus the caption) rather than how long my hair was, but I still feel compelled to share it, because it's an interesting contrast to the next one.
After -- This is what it looks like, as of this morning. I took it in the mirror, so I disabled the flash, but that should still give a general idea. It's also grown a little bit since I first got it cut.
I'm not sure whether I'll grow it back outa gain or whether I'll maintain the short cut. I like them both, but the short hair is most certainly easier to deal with--it dries more quickly, at least! :)
Best Line Evaaaarrrr:
Tonight, as the Sharks take the ice for the third period, they start playing Metallica's Enter Sandman rather than the usual 'Y'all ready for this' crap.
We watch Nabokov do his warm-up stretching (and I still boggle at the flexibility of the goalies), and Brett leans over to me and says: "Nabby GOOOOOOOD! Canucks BAAAAAAD!"
Okay, so sometimes, it's just all about the timing...and maybe the 'you had to be there' moments. :)
Sharks won, though, 4-3. Good game, some of the new kids played really well, and Primeau had a great game. I will be very bummed if Harvey gets taken in the waiver draft, which I think he may. Sigh. We shall see tomorrow.
Say, for the sake of argument, you're a radio DJ. Your kids are grown, but your co-host has two children, both of school age--maybe 14 and 12, something like that. Your co-host calls his kids every day, and occasionally, you put them on the air for a minute or two, because they're capable of being cute.
Today, however, when you decide that it's time for another cute segment...the girl is whining and sobbing about how she can't wear the shirt she wants to wear, because her mother has gone to work, and her brother can't tie it properly, and oh my god, the world as we know it is going to END because she can't wear her shirt! She proceeds to whine and cry, as only a teenaged girl can--you know, with the high-pitched voice that's like an eardrum-bursting drill, while also pulling the 'oh my god, you are SO STUPID' accent (with '-uh!' tacked onto the end of words: Daaaaaad-UH! You don't understaaaaaand-uh!).
Why oh why would you keep this whiny little brat on the air AT ALL, much less for FIFTEEN MINUTES? Are you trying to piss people off or what?
Arg.
Update: OH MY GOD! Why would you put her *back* on the fucking radio AGAIN in the next break? Time to find a new radio station. I like Greg Kihn and all, but I am not interested in listening to Chris Jackson's sprogs whine on the air.
I should remember not to get henna tattoos at Faire. They always turn out looking great, but the lemon/sugar water they tell you to dab on the paste really annoys me--a few hours later, and the damn thing is itching like crazy, plus it hurts like a sonofabitch to take off.
(Side note: Interestingly, the lemon/sugar water concoction is not mentioned in the aftercare instructions for a lot of people. I'm trying to find a good substitute.)
The tattoo I got this past weekend is great, but because I was going nearly batshit because of the itching, I pulled it off on our way to the hockey game. As such, part of it is already badly faded, which is really disappointing for me. Sigh. I'm contemplating whether to have them redo it this weekend, or to just deal with it until I'm ready to get a *real* one--a phoenix, of course. :)
