If You're Going To Get A Tattoo...

...have someone who knows what the fuck they're doing perform the tattooing. I've seen one too many "jailhouse" tattoos on professional athletes. I've had it. If you're going to get the state of Texas on your arm, have someone with an idea of scale help you out (that means you Deron Williams). Don't be confused. I'm not saying that I dislike tattoos on professional athletes. There are many people that assume that if a player has tattoos, he must be a bad person. I disagree, and think the idea is idiotic, if not patently racist, but if you treat your body like a permanent canvas with the potential to define who you are as a human being, then don't let your buddy who can't draw the state of Colorado do your tattoos. If it's an issue of money, because god knows tattoos aren't cheap, then save your damn money. Remember, this shit is PERMANENT. If you can't afford to have a good tattoo artist do the work, my guess is you can't afford to have the shit removed either. If all else fails, you absolutely need a tatto, and for some odd reason you need to have it done before you can save up the cash (all I can think of here is gang affiliation or the death of a homey), then at least choose the potsmoker buddy over the speed addict unless your idea of art is an Etch-a-Sketch on meth. Further amusement at BadTattoos.com


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"Children Of Men"

The thin veneer of society over human nature or let's get it o-ooon? I had a similar idea for a screenplay a few years ago based on the idea that some technology, pervasive in the developed world, suddenly causes infertility. As the realization of the finality of their civilization sets in, order deteriorates, and those in the developing world are faced for the first time with choices on how their society should move forward. Will the better part of human nature prevail in order to create a more-perfect future society, or will our most base instincts lead to the eventual destruction of the human race.

Alas, I never wrote the screenplay that could have been a terrific vehicle for any number of philosophical questions on the nature of humanity, and it's relationship with both the earth and technology. However, some clever writer did (for the record, a novel published in 1992, with a bit of a different slant. "Children of Men" is set in the not so distant future, where people for some inexplicable reason have lost the ability to procreate. In the absence of a an overarching purpose, the biological imperative, the fragile social contract of the citizenry relinquishing a certain amount of freedom in return for order, breaks down. The world's cities deteriorate into chaos, and only a small part of England maintains some semblance of order. An island of order amongst the ruin of society, the issue of immigration is primary, pitting a totalitarian government lead by the nose of Homeland Security is pitted against rebel groups fighting for the equal treatment of all people. What follows is a story set amongst a society whose devalued human life, because it's just a matter of time. The result is a thoroughly depressing movie, that is sure to shock, and produce angst in the audience. Does the human race have a hope? Of course it does, ,or else it wouldn't be a movie, it would be a Frontline documentary.

Michael Caine is downright funny as an ex-political cartoonist hippy living out in the woods, and Clive Owen is always good. The movie is captivating in the way it keeps you on the edge of your despairing seat, but the only question is, does the denouement makeup for all the damn angst this movie puts you through?


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