I decided recently that it's time for more tattoos, and that returning to my old shop in Seattle was out of the question. I don't like going down there. Between traffic and parking, and how much the neighborhood's changed, I'd just as soon get a fresh start. Plus I looked, and my old artist isn't even listed as being at that shop any more. And I couldn't easily find where he might be, which is weird in the age of Facebook.
I mentioned in a Facebook post that I was starting my research about local shops, and one of my oldest Seattle-area friends replied yesterday that she and her husband would be up here, today, at a shop owned by someone she's known even longer than we've known each other. So I got to see her, meet her husband, talk to the artist, and make an appointment! It's a testament to someone's talent when they're booked out really far, so while it annoys me that I have to wait until October 7th for my session, it's ultimately a good thing. I showed him my arms, described what I'd like to do to fill them up, and agreed to let him work freehand instead of trying to pre-draw everything and transfer it on. I'd like to do three hours a month for a while, though this will put a dent in my swimming. You're supposed to wait two weeks, and if I heal well enough for that, I'd only be able to swim half as much. That's fine, I stayed away for a while when I colored my hair, too.
Once I got back I decided to finally clean the cat poop out of the wheels of the Roomba. That was gross. They're not sparkling or anything, but I'd rather not try to take it any further apart to try to soak the wheels or something like that. Tomorrow I'll try putting it all back together and we'll find out if I destroyed the unit that houses the fan by getting it wet.
I was about to take a shower when I saw the mail carrier drive up, and I knew my new air plant order was on the truck. Those have had their bath.
njbearcub1 told me MTV Classic was doing a marathon of The Real World season 2 and I'm watching those now, and just finished the infamous "blanket snatch" episode. This really takes me back. I was so transfixed by that show back in the day and even filled out an application for season 3. I'm so glad nothing came of that. Well, nothing other than an interview for a local paper somewhere after I replied to a reporter's Usenet post. Haha, the house is so ugly and so are all the clothes. The '90s were really cruel.