Hi all, I’m back, despite ongoing challenges with the website. All will be well soon.
I felt the need today to share a story of tool-centric mayhem. I saw what may very well be the worst tattoo in history. Now, the sad truth is that most tattoos are bad, whether you are an enthusiast or you think tattoos are trash.
The wrong design, on the wrong person, on the wrong muscle, with improper execution/color/intention/needles. It can–and does–go wrong in so, so many ways.
However, this one was a very high-quality tattoo. Of a crescent wrench the length of a man’s forearm. The crescent wrench was wreathed in flames. Three yellow banners were interlaced with the flames, and the banners held the words, thusly displayed:
Now then, what do you make of this? Is this just a man who will never stop using a wrench? Is the wrench a metaphor for unknown, wrenching traumas?
It made about as much sense to me as having a tattoo of a pencil sharpener that said:
TICONDEROGA #2 FOREVER