It’s Raining Men! (And Ladies)


Hey, nobody likes rain on a Monday morning, but if all you’re getting drenched with is delightful rainbow-colored, um, little people?, things could be a whole lot worse. So, c’mon—buck up, guy. Between the stylish overcoat and the jaunty ascot, you’ll be just fine.

(This raining pictograms tattoo by Marcelo Berribilli at O Corsario Tattoo Shop in Sao Cralos, Brazil, sent in by O Corsario.)

Filling a Vacuum


Says Josh of this piece on his left forearm by Nathan Kostechko from Anatomical Art Studio in Moreno Valley, California, “No matter what happens, someone is gonna try to make a dollar.” Ha ha, luckily, soon there will be no more of these “dollars” to make, although I guess the same sentiment could be expressed about gold bars or bags of sand or whatever the new form of global currency will be.

Unborn Burlap


OK, you know what? Not fair. This just isn’t fair. “Chinchilla and cupcake parties are the shit,” she says, knowing full well what she’s doing. You don’t just combine a pretty girl with nice tattoos, an adorable animal and a delicious cupcake and not expect to get featured on ModBlog! Dirty pool. What the hell is a “chinchilla and cupcake party,” anyway? Aside from a blatant appeal to my Internet sensibilities, of course. More shameless pandering, after the jump.

(Tattoos by Nickhole Arcade at Living Dead Tattoo in Las Vegas, Nevada.)

To One Thing Constant Never


Happy Saturday, ModBloggers! Hope the day finds you well. Here we have a young man with some interesting custom ear jewelry—I don’t know how comfortable it would be to wear nails through my ears, personally, but he doesn’t seem particularly bothered by it.

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This Week in BME


And now, for your Friday night sex photo, is our returning champion Anna checks in with this lovely shot. Oh, winged things.

So, the week has come and gone. In case you missed it:

Pauly has a fleshy space parasite.

I still love nightmarish animal hybrid tattoos.

Hayley and Hayley showed off their twin poles.

Headmistress Rachel interviewed the gents from Fat City Reprise.

Frameset stretched out his nipples, just because.

And then Holly got some nipple microdermals. Everyone wins!

This Dali/Star Wars crossbreed was pretty much universally loved.

More scheduling conflicts, but I swear we’ve got at least one podcast coming up very soon, as well as another roundtable, more video … it’s a regular goddamn multimedia wonderland around here. That aside, we’ll be here over the weekend as per usual. Before I sign off for the night, I just want to mention that, while I rarely don’t allow comments through, I have no problem keeping something in moderation if it meets certain levels of vulgarity or off-topic-ness. You’re really not missing anything usually, but something just came through today and was too good to pass up. This, keep in mind, was made on the now-classic Skullboy post:

Jacoby Donovan

I LOVE CHRIS BROWN NO MATTER WHAT HE HAS EVER DONE OR EVER WILL DO BECAUSE IM HIS #1 FAN I LOVE U BABY WITH ALL MY

… and scene. Stay safe, everyone, enjoy the weekend and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

Full Coverage: Links From All Over (March 20, 2009)


[Telegraph.co.uk] So here’s some good old fashioned Finnish ingenuity! Jerry Jalava, a software programmer from Helsinki, lost half a finger in a motorcycle accident almost a year ago, and the doctor, when told what Jalava did for a living, was a bit of a wise-ass and told Jalava he should get a USB drive installed in place of his missing digit. Jalava briefly snapped out of his blissful morphine sleep to slap this chuckling goon in the face, but then it occurred to him that maybe this wasn’t the worst idea!

Using a traditional prosthetic finger Jerry has been able embed a ‘USB key’ – like the ones used in traditional flash drives – giving him the world’s only two gigabyte finger.

The finger is not permanently attached to his hand meaning it can be removed when plugged into a computer.

“It is not attached permanently in to my body, it is a removable prosthetic which has USB memorystick inside it,” said Jerry.

“When I’m using the USB, I just leave my finger inside the slot and pick it up after I’m ready.”

Jerry said he is already thinking about upgrading his faux finger to include more storage and wireless technology.

“I’m planning to use anther prosthetic as a shell for the next version, which will have removable fingertip and an RFID tag,” he added.

Not that losing a segment of a finger is the worst thing in the world, but it’s still nice nonetheless to see people finding creative ways to deal with inconveniences (if not disabilities) beyond their control. The real hero in this story, however, is me, for making it the entire way without making a single “thumb-drive” joke. Oh, damn it.

(Photo: NEWSTREAM)

[Toronto Star] This story has been bubbling up for a little while now, and we’ve been meaning to get an “in the know” guest on the podcast to discuss it (hopefully that’ll happen in the next couple of days), but Moonshin Tattoo in Mississauge, Ontario, has come under fire for poor record-keeping of its sterilization practices over a four-year period. A mandatory alert was sent out to all clients of the shop who visited during the period in question, saying that they may have been exposed to HIV, hepatitis B and hepatitis C.

Now, a $20 million class-action lawsuit has been filed against both the owners of Moonshin and Peel Region itself, with the suit claiming the latter failed to inspect the shop over that period, thereby allowing Moonshin to go on with its irresponsible practices. As the article states, “(p)ublic health authorities are required to inspect at least once a year personal services shops, such as tattoo and piercing studios, barbershops and others where there is a risk of exposure to blood.”

Truth be told, the chances of anyone having contracted anything are slim, but this is a clusterfuck any way you look at it. There’s no excuse for not keeping sterilization paperwork in order at this point, and even though the government is supposed to be monitoring that activity, when it comes to public opinion, situations like these do nothing but reinforce shitty stereotypes about tattoo and piercing shops. Well done, Moonshin.

[First Amendment Center] Oh, great, here’s a situation with literally nary a sympathetic party! Martin Robles and his shit-demon accomplice were indicted for breaking into a home in 2002 and killing two men, crimes for which Robles was sentenced to death in Texas. He lost an appeal, then made a last-ditch effort to file a petition for a writ of habeas corpus, claiming, among other things, that his First Amendment rights were violated during the trial. How so?

[He argued] that his religious-liberty rights were violated when the state placed into evidence his tattoo of a religious figure. As described in trial proceedings, the tattoo depicted “Jesus with a demon devouring his brains.”

Oh. That probably didn’t go over very well in Texas.

During the trial, the judge forced him to remove his jacket and show the tattoo, located on his shoulder, to jurors.

[…]

During the penalty phase of Robles’ trial, the prosecutor said:

“You have a demon eating the brains of Christ. … Now, I don’t know what that means, but to me it’s a bad thing. That to me is a philosophy. I don’t know if it’s satanic. I don’t know what in the Sam Hill it is, but if it tells you something about him as a person, that ought to tell you where his belief system is. His conduct shows you where his belief system is.”

Robles contended that the references to the religious nature of the tattoo and the “satanic” and “belief systems” comments by the prosecutor infringed on his First Amendment free-exercise-of-religion right.

Thank you, Texas judge, for forcing me to side with a double-murderer on something. I’m no lawyer (though I’m happy to dispense legal advice for a small fee), but offensive tattoos that don’t actually make direct political statements should probably be immaterial when deciding the fate of a man’s life, right? Unless the guy was killing priests—or worse, Jesus—I’m just not sure what role it should have played in the decision. There’s even a precedent set to that effect, which was consciously set in contrast in this case:

[U.S. District Judge Janis Graham Jack] distinguished Robles’ case from the 1992 case Dawson v. Delaware, in which the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that a defendant’s First Amendment associational rights were violated when prosecutors introduced into evidence his membership in a white supremacist group when such association had nothing to do with the underlying crime. […] However, the Court in Dawson pointed out that “elements of racial hatred were … not involved in the killing.”

But in Texas, a demon eating Jesus’s brain is, I guess, worse than being a white supremacist.

Applying Dawson, Jack determined that the question was whether Robles’ tattoo was relevant evidence to his underlying crime and violent nature. She concluded that the “tattoo constitutes evidence relevant to a material issue, i.e., Robles’s violent nature and the likelihood that he would commit future acts of criminal violence.”

What we should be taking away from this, in the end, is that Mike Beer will never get out of jail when he’s arrested.

One Star at a Time


When we interviewed Sean Dowdell a few months back, we included photos of a few of the very impressive microdermal projects coming out of his Club Tattoo shops. Well, here’s another one! “All microdermal projects,” Dowdell says, are done by him, in addition to “the entire piercing crew at Club Tattoo (Mercedes, Burni, Matt, Chris, Brent, Jeff and Sheena). Projects are a collaboration between all of us.” An alternate photo of a project from the aforementioned article on Sean, after the jump.

(Photos by Sean Hartgrove.)

Suspending Over the City


I really like this shot of Pirão suspending in Salvador da Bahia, Brazil. If you were to look just at the top half, it’d be your typical Christ-like outdoor woodsy suspension picture, but no—just behind him are apartments, a strip mall and city buses. Hey, a little minor cognitive dissonance never hurt anybody.

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