Seriously Kvelling

I know that I am a geek extraordinaire! But sometimes the full meaning of that isn't accurately depicted.

I want tattoos. I have a design my friend drew for me that I am definitely going to get, and I want to get one from Far Side (that brilliant comic from years ago) of a baby porcupine playing with a balloon. Besides those relatively normal tattoos I want several video game and comic book related ones, such as Evil Purple Tentacle, A Rubber Chicken with a Pulley in the Middle, a smiley face with some blood on it, A Guy Fawke's Mask, and some Amano artwork, probably from The Dream Hunters, or else from his Final Fantasy collection.

Yet, there is another equally sinister side of me that works almost with my geeky side, yet also against it.  It's the side that tells me to not get tattoos because you can't pull them off in any dress that you'd have to wear at a fancy type award ceremony. Yet it also tells me to get a tattoo that completely expresses who I am, so you have the one that your friend made, why not get your friends to design a bunch for you?

This is the side that finds museums fun, Shakespeare enthralling, and the notion of people randomly breaking out into song and well-choreographed dance completely acceptable, and often wonders why that doesn't happen more in real life.

 

It is this side of me that says "Go see the Sweeney Todd movie"

It's also this side of me that smiles and squeals and squees in delight at the notion of Alan Rickman and Johnny Depp in  a duet - and trying to imagine both of them singing "Pretty Women" in harmony, and how that will sound, and gets even more excited because they are both tremendous actors and, like, my favorite.

 

It's my geeky side that says "Dude! Snape and Jack Sparrow are going to sing! Sing! SING! OOOooooohhhhhh I'm a lumber jack and I'm ok...."

Then again my brain often finds itself sidetracked.