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Almost forgot Shogun Warriors. I swear, for a while I thought it was mandatory that every cartoon that came out of Japan had to have a giant robot in it.

Well, it's been quite a 12 hours.

The missus just had a close friend pass away and is hopping a flight to Colorado as I type, so I'm going to be Mister Mom for the next few days.

In other news, it's on like Donkey Kong.

The little shits that have been casing the neighborhood finally got the guts up to strike again. Last time my neighbor, John, got the drop on one of them with a Louisville Slugger in one hand and a Baretta in the other. That kid isn't going to be bothering anyone for a while. Two words: shower meat.

So, this time they broke into 11 cars in the neighborhood, mine included. Nothing was taken but my door was open and the so was the glove box. They left all my CDs and my karate gear that was in the car. They did grab a GPS and some tools from my neighbor. Basically things that have some value and are easy to sell.

So now we're installing infrared sensors that'll blanket the area. They even come on our street again and we'll know it. And for the record, on my street, I'm the good cop. When I'm the good cop, you better just ******** run. evil

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But we want a complete explanation of what it is and what it stands for ! wink

Oooh that's right, I haven't told most of you this story yet.

So, long story short, I have to move back home to my family for a while. My job pays absolute s**t, and not enough for me to continue living where I do. Especially with my student loan payments, my other debt, and the fact that my roommate has had to cover my rent for a few months.

This means that, rather than continue to live near my friends-family--the people I care about, the people I belong with--I get to move back in with my family-family--the people who told me I ruined my father's life when I was born, who've attempted to pray my gay away, who pushed me to attempt suicide three different times in my life.

I'm stronger now than I was then. I'll survive this. I'll thrive in this, and I'll be back on my own two feet as soon as I can. But I couldn't leave Chapel Hill, NC without getting something like this done.

I needed a reminder that, just because I won't be seeing the people I love as often, doesn't mean I don't have them. They're around, and I have them when I need them.

The Fenian Claddagh is a variation on the standard claddagh ring of Ireland, with two hearts and no crown. The two hearts typically stand for Ireland and North Ireland, without the 'crown' of British rule in Ulster.

I like the Fenian Claddagh more than the regular because, well, I don't do crowned. If I give my heart to someone, I expect theirs in return. My relationships are partnerships, and no one will ever have a crown over me.

So I took the design, overlapped the hearts, and though I am not an arist, I talked with my tattoo artist and he refined the design into what was tattoo'd.

So now I get my reminder, and something else to piss my grandmother off. I pretty much win here already.



An industrial in the right ear, with a tragus piercing coming soon I hope. Two orbitals in the left ear, in about the same places as an industrial would go. And more planned--though I don't know when they'll happen.

The big crunch hitting you too? A lot of guys I know are having a big slow down. My neighbor shut his company down because it was costing more money to keep it going than it was bringing in.

So far Brian and I are in the clear. *Knocks on wood.*

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