Happy Sunday Geeklings! Full day ahead of us with a new episode of Game of Thrones (woot woot), the premiere of Preacher on AMC (keep an eye out for my reviews on Fan Fest), and the Extreme Rules wrestling ppv. I’ve already figured that I will have enough time to do two of these three things, and if you’ll allow me to quote Meatloaf, two out of three ain’t bad (except it totally is in that song. Have you guys listened to the lyrics? It’s brutal. Could you imagine hearing that from a loved one. “I want you” (score!) “I need you” (keep talking baby), “but there ain’t no way I’m ever going to love you” (I’m sorry WTF?!). Why you hate me so much Loaf?!). I’ll be watching the wrestling ppv with some friends as is our monthly tradition (as non fully formed adults) and then returning home for Preacher. It wasn’t an easy choice, choosing Preacher over Game of Thrones, as I have to write a review tomorrow and I’ll be in a mostly spoiler free work environment Monday so I’m alright with my choice. Who knows, maybe I’ll be up to one o’clock watching everything. There are worse things that could happen I suppose.

I didn’t post yesterday as I wrote two write ups for Fan Fest and then had to go to work. Ran out of time but I did write so I count it as a win. Well, that wasn’t the only reason I didn’t post yesterday. I was feeling a bit disappointed. All week I had been talking about going to get a tattoo. *gasp* “Kevin you didn’t mention a tattoo here” and you’re right because I wanted to have this awesome post about my geeky tattoo choice, but sadly it never happened. The only thing I did was allude to it in my lame Friday post. Fails all around.

I’ve wanted another tattoo for awhile now (my first is the word “Ka” from the Dark Tower books) and have been wrestling with getting it for awhile. I know I want to get Pearl Jam lyrics at some point but choosing a song can be difficult. Although, I have a couple of lyrics narrowed down (“the in between is mine” is the current front runner) I’ve never pulled the trigger on it.It’s not like I’m worried I’m going to regret it (come on Pearl Jam is life, you all know this) it’s more of a make a choice and money thing. It’ll happen at some point. When I’m ready.

On Sunday after finishing Harry Potter I decided I was going to get a deathly hallows tattoo. I was excited. I was pumped. I was going to do it! All week long I was talking about it and even tried to draw it on so I could get a rough idea of how it was going to look. Then around Thursday something shifted in the ole think box. I started to doubt the placement, I had no one to go with me, was I just riding a Harry Potter high or did I really want this. Once these thoughts get into my head they are tough to shake off. I am what you would call a classic over thinker. I know I want the tattoo but suddenly I had talked myself out of it.

I still woke up and headed out west towards the tattoo parlor on Saturday, because I had finally found a Hot Topic that had that Jon Snow exclusive pop vinyl and they had it on hold for me (I really don’t think I should admit how hard I looked for this thing. Let’s just say I was persistent), but I knew in the back of my head that I was no longer getting a tattoo. I was disappointed. It just didn’t feel right. I’m not entirely sure how to describe it other then I didn’t think yesterday was the time to get a tattoo. So I bought my bitchin’ pop vinyl, went to Barnes and Noble for a bit, picked up a smoothie and went home. Dejected.

I’m thinking now that I’m going to wait till my vacation at the end of June to possibly get it. It’ll give me time to see if it’s just a Harry Potter high or if I really want it, and I assume by that point I can talk someone into going with me. I don’t know, I just didn’t want to be the guy getting a tattoo by himself. I have a tough time purchasing hats without other people around because I need that reassurance that I don’t look like a goon. I’m always super nervous when I buy a hat and there’s no one else there to give me the thumbs up or thumbs down. At least with a hat I can put it in a bin and never wear it again. A tattoo? That’s a bit of a different story.

And there you have it. That was my Saturday more or less. Oh, I also got to see Civil War again and had breakfast food at a diner in the wee hours of the night. Not a total wash.