Tattoos. I have more
than one. Admittedly eight of them are
for radiation targeting and are but mere pin points but I still count them as
tattoos. One of them though, the one on
my left shoulder blade, was done by a true artist.
My “tat” is iconic in the Celtic world. You can see a pic of it if you really need to
in one of my previous posts. Back in
November of 2011 I think. Though that
tat is years old I can feel it at all times.
Not as pain but as something “being there”, something maybe powerful and
this got me to thinking.
In the days of yore Native Americans painted symbols on
their bodies seeking strength and courage.
What self respecting alien isn’t inked all over in an effort to, well
who knows what an alien is thinking. The
fact is humans and movie aliens have been painting symbols on their bodies in
effort of seeking protection, power and portable Pictionary games for eons.
I have labeled my disease the “Evil Empire”. Naming it something that makes sense out of a
nonsensical disease helps me with my visualization as I try to exorcise the
Evil Empire from my body. A polite friend
of mine coined the email friendly phrase “Effing Evil Empire”.
Thinking about new “ink” that would help me combat this
disease it dawned on me Effing Evil Empire could be written [yes I’m a nerd]
E³. For you forgetful of Algebra that's E cubed.
So just like all who have gone before me, their body tattoo’s
lending them courage, strength or in the case of aliens protection from
asteroids I’ve decided to ink E³ onto my body in some strategic place. Probably near where they insert the IVs and
take blood.
So now comes the rub… take a look at the examples below and
vote for the one that conveys how evil this disease is. The one that looks like armor against this
cowardly disease. The one that, well,
just might scare the crap out of the Effing Evil Empire.
I’ll send a pic of the one that won after I get it inked into my arm.
Next, Zytiga and Monsters under the bed.
Talk to you later
