Everyone, please give Stubby the Rocket a warm welcome.
I’ve gotten modified in some way every time I’ve gone through a life-changing event, be it through a piercing or a tattoo. So between going to VP and finally selling a story, it was definitely time for something new.
It didn’t hurt as much as the one on my leg did, and I felt right at home at Avalon (which I had heard nothing but wonderful things about), particularly because Chris was really awesome, and because I was getting my tattoo done under the watchful eyes of both a Sleestak and a Tuscan Raider.
And I absolutely love it.
I’ve gotten two tattoos so far this year, and the adrenaline rush I get after I get one is making me think very seriously about my next one. I’ve been excited about the idea for a while, and knowing the amount of work I’m going to have to do to make it a reality (both to earn the privilege to justify finally getting it, and in regards to what I need to do to plan it out), I should start getting this shit together at the beginning of next year. There’s only one big milestone left on my radar, and I’ve got something really special planned for that. And no, I won’t tell you. That’d take the fun out of it.
Update: The real Stubby just blogged about homunculus Stubby on Tor! Squee indeed!