The Monsters of Schlock, Burnaby Q. Orbax and his brother Sweet Pepper Klopek, just rigged up a tattoo machine to run on battery power and brought it onto the PNE’s big — and very shaky — wooden rollercoaster and tattooed a lizard logo onto Sweet Pepper’s leg. Photo by Syx Langemann (click to zoom), and there was lots of HD video shot so don’t be surprised if you see more that just this quick teaser video in the future on television.
Yes, yes, I know, this is an insult to everything you hold sacred. We’re all very offended.
For the first time in recorded history, a man has been tattooed on a running roller coaster. That man was none other than Sweet Pepper Klopek, one half of the world’s most extreme two man circus sideshow comedy magic extravaganza known as the Monsters of Schlock. His brother, and other half of the daredevil duo, the great Orbax, performed the tattoo. As a matter of fact it was the first time he had EVER tattooed!
The wild stunt took place at the PNE Playland fairgrounds in Vancouver BC Canada on Oct 24th 2012 on the wooden roller coaster. Two successive trips around were required, totalling in just under four minutes of track time covering a total distance of 1732 m. At points the coaster hit 47 mph, took a drop of 75 ft and pulled 2.2 g’s.
The tattoo itself was a lizard face, the logo of their long time sideshow friend and coworker, Erik Sprague, the world famous Lizardman. As the coaster hit the first incline, the five time Guinness World Record breakers proclaimed ‘One small tattoo for man, one giant leap for douchebags everywhere!’.
The Monsters of Schlock have performed skilled, daring and dangerous all over the world but this, by far, they claim to be their stupidest.
While there may be wrong—or, rather, less than ideal—reasons to commit to body modification sometimes, there isn’t really a “right” reason. For some people, it can be an intensely personal, serious and spiritual act, while for others it’s more a means for generating some lightheartedness—both are valid and important aspects of what we try to cover here. We’ve always loved publishing Babasom‘s submissions because, as we’ve said in the past, they genuinely brighten our day (and, likewise, he genuinely seems to enjoy brightening the days of others), but they also feature a man who is pushing his body in a very real way—even if huge septum piercings aren’t as “cutting-edge” as maybe they once were. “I have helped it bloom,” he says of his “metal flower” above. Don’t ever change, Babasom.
So, uh, wow. Look, we don’t really know what’s going on here, but this isn’t the sort of thing that we can’t post, OK? So let’s just try to anticipate some of your questions here and provide you with the answers you deserve. Yes, there are piercings (six-gauge septum, fourteen-gauge lip). Yes, we realize they are not in any way the focus of this picture. Yes, we would have been tempted to Photoshop piercings into the picture if there had been none, just to have an excuse to post it (sorry). No, we do not have any contact information for this brave soldier. Yes, we will be glad to publish anything they submit in future (as long as it involves leopard print). Yes, we considered the Nightmare Fuel tag. Yes, we may add it retroactively depending on how tonight’s attempt at sleep goes.
International man of mystery Craig Coupal checks in with these fancy new inner lip tattoos by Marty Lacombe, one of the fine artists at North Bay’s Live Once Tattoo. It really is interesting what hangs around in the ether and becomes something resembling a cultural institution, isn’t it? No offense intended to Messrs. Kutcher or Scott, nor to the gentlemen pictured above—it’s just funny, is all. And really, more than anything else, we’re just glad that these men of such varying backgrounds hair colors could put aside their many, many differences and come together for this joyous occasion.
Look, we know Babasom gets featured frequently around here (lots more), but really, few contributors so consistently conjure up the mix of awe and belly laughter that his photos so often elicit. What I mean is—and I say this with nary a hint of hyperbole—if you don’t like his photos, then you are a hater of freedom. There, I said it. And it’s on the Internet, so it has to be true. Plus, he’s modest. Of the above photo, he says, “It was really tough to do this and take the picture at the same time.” That seems like a gross understatement. We love this man.
For his birthday present this year, Ralph’s parents gave him a choice: he could either get new jewelry for his two-inch lobe piercings, or he could get the expensive, experimental surgery to have the gigantic penis head removed from the top of his skull. After less deliberation than one might expect, Ralph chose the ear jewelry. He stands by his decision. So do we.
Ha ha, he’s alright, folks! Anarkhos up there was just engaging in some harmless gunplay—nothing about which to worry! Look, he’s even taking the proper precautions and covering his ears, so as not to damage his precious hearing. The brains, sure, an unfortunate bit of collateral damage, but hey, he seems pretty happy, right? (Just say yes—he’s got a gun!)
(Tattoos by Rodney at Smitty’s Place in Bremerton, Washington.)
Oh, you didn’t know? Wednesday is Wangday here at ModBlog! And here is one industrious member, fresh out of his MFA program (probably?), showing off some fine technique and just drawing himself a self-portrait for his portfolio. It’s a little rough, sure, but hey, art is, like, subjective, you philistines.
You know, even if this weren’t an excellent Ren and Stimpy reference (which it is), this would absolutely still get posted here, because is several hundred degrees of fantastic. (I am not always a man of particularly cerebral tastes.) It’s a log, in a tuxedo, drinking a martini! It doesn’t have a face! ISN’T THAT BIZARRE?
“Skipped town the other day to check out my friend’s brand spankin’ new new shop,” says the wearer of artist Rich Lambe’s Stay True Tattoo in St. Thomas, Ontario. “Somehow, it just seemed incomplete without getting a log wearing a tuxedo. So I did.” A fine choice, indeed!