Posts Tagged "blood"

06.27.2012

Stabbing pain

tender is the knife Stabbing pain

Man, it feels good to be alive and not debilitatingly hungover. Yesterday I endured quite the punishment at the hands of my liver for punishing my liver so badly the night before. Pretty much just spent the entire day shitting and sleeping, it was like being a baby again. So yes, a knife does seem pretty tender by comparison.

06.10.2012

Extra sauce

Now, I’m not one to brag about new tattoos, but blood on the other hand? Well that’s a whole other story.

blood pooled under bandage tattoo Extra sauce

To clear things up a bit: the tattoo is covered in a clear, water-proof bandage that almost acts as a layer of skin, and in a very short amount of time a rather impressive amount of blood started pooling in there. Basically, you’re supposed to leave it on for just long enough that you don’t get sepsis. Eventually, it started leaking, but that’s also a whole other story.

05.29.2012

The ink bleeds

Hope you all enjoyed a weekend of grilled animal parts and drinking outdoors — I’m pretty sure it’s your civic duty, actually, considering all the people who had to die just so you could have yesterday off. Personally, my Memorial Day was bloody fantastic.

bloody skull tattoo The ink bleeds

Just a flesh wound, and a dainty one at that, but it’s not everyday you have some real, live, human blood on a skull and crossbones tattoo, so it seemed wrong not to photograph it.

When it comes to orange soda, my favorite kind is Slice, and by now you should know I’m not one to say no to a slice of pizza, but this kind of slice? Now this is where I draw the line… in blood.

03.13.2012

Bleeder

Had a dream a few nights ago that I had forgotten how to skate. Could barely even pop the tail. That can’t be a good sign.

bruised banged bloodied up Bleeder

Nonetheless, between that and the sudden, full-blown arrival of spring this week, I’ve been a pretty dedicated overgrown skaterat. In fact, so dedicated I went and made myself good and sore in the days leading up to today… the first 70-degree day of the year. If there has ever been a stronger call to go skateboarding than 70-degrees, I, for one, have not heard it.

Like a werewolf shivering at the sight of the full moon passing between the clouds, each drop of blood in its veins vibrating, ready to explode, my body tingles with longing, the sound of urethane rolling across the asphalt ringing in my ears… and yet, I feel like I’m made out of petrified wood. Even just taking the few short steps over to the bong seems like an impossible feat, so you know how serious I am.

Perhaps my dream was in fact a vision, a premonition of today’s skate session, where my heavy, sluggish legs flop around on the board like clumsy tendrils. Unable to even muster the strength to ollie properly… unable to do anything at all except fall all over the place, inducing an even more paralytic state of soreness. Or perhaps it was just a nightmare, my anxious subconscious wringing its hands because it’s got skating on the mind. Hey, there’s only one way to find out…

07.20.2011

Tour de Guts

In case you even needed it, here’s some further incentive to never jump on the back of a bicycle again and stick to griptape-covered four wheel transportation which is, thankfully, significantly closer to the ground and involves fewer spinning parts designed to maim and rend.

I don’t pay much attention to the Tour De France, because the only bike I’ve ridden in the past five years was training-wheels equipped, a delightful shade of pink and had a bell covered in glitter attached to the handlebars. It is safe to say the fixed gear trend that burbled forth from Williamsburg’s hungover gullet never quite resonated with me. However, after the outpouring of brutal imagery coming from this year’s death race, my interest is certainly piqued. How Lance Armstrong won this shit without any balls is beyond me.

Several weeks ago I was at a bar and caught several thousand replays of this grueling crash on the establishment’s wallpaper of flat screen TVs. During the first stage of the race, Rider Maxim Iglisky clipped an idiot spectator who was standing far too close to the road, apparently under the mistaken impression that wearing bright yellow would help riders avoid her. A wrong assessment. A very wrong assessment indeed.

tour de france injury1 Tour de Guts

A pile-up like that is probably enough for any one bike race, particularly an unforgiving 2,200 mile one where riders routinely shit themselves in the process. Nonetheless, it can hardly be considered a “good omen.” Accordingly, later on in the race, The Netherlands’ Laurens Ten Dam (photo above) went hurtling over his handlebars — fortunately his face was there to break his fall. Now, if only I could wrap an ace bandage around my eyes to get that image out of my head.

At the risk of being gratuitous (and I think it’s probably too late anyway), I would be remiss if I failed to point out this other crash where a collision with a car sent a herd of cyclists careening into a barbed wire fence. Seriously. As if getting hip-checked by a car wasn’t bad enough. It doesn’t get any more unintentionally sadistic than that. This is about the point where the Tour De France appears much less inspiring and much more like a blood-stained nightmare that could only be attempted by somebody with a severely broken sense of self preservation.

tour de france injury2 Tour de Guts

Speaking of images I wish I could get out of my head… YEESH. This dude looks like he was assaulted by a gang of Wolverine clones. Surely, there must be better ways to earn a paycheck. Hell, there are definitely better ways to earn glory, if that’s all you’re after. You know dudes here in the states just eat a whole lot of hot dogs and people think they’re tough shit, right?

06.20.2011

Hue/Saturation

Being that we’re mere hours away from the Summer Solstice, let’s hear it for full spectrum light. And here’s a full spectrum of colorful photos to mark the occasion, because nice weather means I have one less thing to complain about, and I think everybody can agree that’s a very welcome thing.

climax mason jar Hue/Saturation

spider on window elevated train tracks Hue/Saturation

stained glass Hue/Saturation

scraped elbow woven light fixture Hue/Saturation

Warmer weather also means increased levels of skateboarding-related activity in my day-to-day life, and that means increased opportunities to incur minor injuries that make my blood look like strawberry jam.

skull blood stained bandage Hue/Saturation

Speaking of blood… check out this bandage from a recent tattoo touch-up I had. It’s like the Shroud of Turin, only cooler because skulls trump Jesus.

crazy pink flower Hue/Saturation

It’s Monday — wake up and smell the man-eating alien flowers from beyond the moon.

05.11.2011

Beat up but up beat

It’s been a bang-up couple of days.

scraped wrist Beat up but up beat

Getting tattooed: painful.

Slamming on rough concrete: also painful.

Scraping skin across rough concrete and missing a tattoo by a centimeter: painful, yet priceless.

For everything else, including the anesthetizing powers of a few cold beers, there’s MasterCard.™

02.11.2011

Ambulances are expensive

Not sure what it says about me as a person, but any video that includes the phrase “I’m bleeding out of my fucking balls, dude” immediately flies to the top of my list.

It’s remarkable that skateboarding is one of those subcultures where failing spectacularly is regarded with almost equal admiration as great success. But a torn perineum is no joke — that’s the part that holds the front and back halves of your body together. You know, don’t let em hit ya where the lord split ya and all that. Whoever came up with that one was a really smart person.

11.05.2010

Perfect teeth

This started out as a fun little warm-up exercise that ran wild somewhere along the line. I have a tendency to over-design things; indeed, I’d describe my style of perfectionism as “flossing a dead horse.” Necessary? No. Pretty? Often not. Fun? Fuck no. Fortunately, this horse had some life left in it and my flossing was not in vain. Dude could stand some mouth wash, though.

creature skull Perfect teeth

No real point to this one — I mean, on a relative scale of pointlessness, it’s even more pointless than most of the pointless shit that goes on around here. But it served its purpose… so I guess that means it wasn’t pointless after all? Wow, who fucking cares! It’s the freakin’ weekend, baby gonna have me some fun.

rkelly wtf Perfect teeth

09.14.2010

The dripping point

By the end of any given summer, pretty much every skateboarder worth his (or her!) wheels has some degree of leg fuckedupness — be it a full blown sprain, a tweaked ankle, or even just a heel bruise, everybody’s limping around a bit by September. So even though for my birthday this year, I got the gift of not destroying my knee like last year, I can still promise you I’m living up to my name…

dedleg blood splatter The dripping point

New stickers are coming soon… I think. Don’t ask me, I just work here.

09.07.2010

Third eye in the sky

You know you can always count on me for your daily dose of weirdness:

pyramid in the sky Third eye in the sky

That’s all for now, gang, since I’ve got company and six beers to attend to.