Tattoo of the Week

There are some things I'm obsessed with that have absolutely no rhyme or reason or relation to my real life. Like tattoos. I don't have any. I don't want any. But I am not-so-secretly fascinated with them. When I'm at Borders leafing through magazines, I'll pick up a random tattoo magazine or two along with my copy of Better Homes and Gardens. I think it's a combo of the actual design itself along with the permanence of the artwork that gets me because, to quote Bad Religion, "eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time."

Now it's not just any old sad prison ink I'm drawn to, and I don't have much use for even the most well executed howling wolf or Cherokee squaw because, if I'm being perfectly honest, I'm a total sucker for the ironic, hipster-douche tattoos most of all. I don't want to like them, but I can't help it. They're funny. And (even funnier) they're forever! So congrats, dumbasses. I hope you're still as passionate about Cap'n Crunch, Billy Mays or bacon in the next 30 years as you are today.

Wait a minute. Scratch that last one. I'll probably still be as passionate about my favorite pork byproduct in thirty years as I am now. Bacon, you get a pass.

Which brings me to the first installment of Tattoo of the Week - fab tattoo finds from around the web of every (in)conceivably random subject and milieu. And it's only fitting that the inaugural issue combine two of my favorite things: tattoos and bacon. Please enjoy the following collection of sizzling specimens. Truly tasteful!

Some opt for a simple side of bacon:

Some opt for a heartier breakfast.

And some folks get downright spiritual about their bacon.