Erica

i just though this was a little interesting article...

(speaking of Sons of Anarchy)

"prosthetic make-up effect; tattoos"

I have a friend in CA who works for an amazing Special Effects Company. They do make-up, prosthetics and props. Included in the make-up category is what they refer to in the biz as "prosthetic make-up effect; tattoos". That's the technical term, I swear, you can't make these things up. Because of the popularity of "the tattoo" in our culture today, my friend finds himself doing a lot of work in this vein. To add authenticity to his work, he does his research. I am always pleased to be one of his consultants! Over the last few years, I've sent him equipment as he's needed it to make his tattoo scenes more credible. Pulse Tattoo Machines & Equipment have had multiple appearances on NIP/TUCK and PRISON BREAK and tonight our Solution Tattoo Machine will be guest starring on SONS OF ANARCHY!

If that's not exciting enough, our linear power supply and Ergo grips will be there too! Tattoo legend, Freddy Corbin will be using all Pulse equipment to tattoo the one and only Henry Rollins on tonight's season finale of SONS OF ANARCHY. Corbin designed the three piece patch that became the show's logo. You can learn more about that from his recent Inked magazine interview here: www.inkedmag.com/icons/freddy-corbin

I don't watch the show, but I hear quite a buzz about it. I'll be tuning in tonight and if it's as good as I hear, I'll be looking for it on DVD. Everyone watching tonight... keep your eyes open for PULSE!

And now some top secret photos from the set...

The great Freddy Corbin with Pulse Solution Tattoo Machine, Medium Ergo Grip, Pulse clip cord, and Pulse PS24 Linear Power Supply!

The great Henry Rollins in the chair for his "prosthetic make-up effect; tattoos". Doing the application is my friend Mike!

Per a request from the set, we also sent out a gift package full of Pulse Tshirts and other gear for the cast and crew. They gave them to everyone at the show's wrap party. I heard the Pulse gear was well received so maybe we'll see Charlie Hunnam sporting a Pulse T in tabloids!

Jessica from Pulse Blogs About It...: Sons of Anarchy...

1. The Cure – Disintegration

2. The Smiths - Suedehead

3. Christian Death - Electra Descending

4. The Pretenders - Don't Get Me Wrong

5. Electric Wizard – We Hate You

6. Metallica – Harvester of Sorrow

7. Iron Maiden – Wasted Years

8. Siouxsie and the Banshees - The Killing Jar

9. The Sisters of Mercy - Black Planet

10. Pentagram – All Your Sins

i wish this happened years ago so there would be people walking around with Zubaz logos...

Kat Von D covers up all her tattoos for a Sephora advertisement? Why?

im sad that i know the answer to this. its an ad for her perfumes. i think one is called Angel and the other is Devil? or something. So that would be the ad for the "angel" fragrance and then tattooed kat would be for the Devil one.

...im not 100% on the names of the perfumes, but its something like that.

Awesome recognizes Awesome, obviously.

When Reddit user Deluxe810's roommate went away for a few weeks, he decided to revamp his roommate's otherwise normal room into a Dexter kill lab look-alike.

Roommates Turn Friend's Bedroom into Dexter Kill Room - Urlesque

When i was in 4th grade i had a group of friends stand around me in front of the school in the morning as i pretended to cry. when my teacher parted the group to ask me what was wrong i told her my parents died in a car accident and when she leaned in to hug me all the other kids yelled APRIL FOOLS! as rehearsed. i laughed and laughed but the teacher didnt recognize the brilliance and just sort of stared at me horrified.

i peaked at age 9 :/

i loved Beautiful Losers. I added Cropsey

I forget that its there, but when i remember its a nice surprise. We were just sitting around bored so this happened. He took 5 minutes & i love him.

Im guilty of "work" :(

This is awesome. I added "i think were alone now" thanks!

Until the Light Takes Us: Taking viewers deep inside the notorious "Inner Circle" that promoted murder, suicide and church burning in the Norwegian black metal subculture of the 1990s. Rare footage and interviews with musicians -- including Gylve "Fenriz" Nagell, Varg "Count Grishnackh" Vikernes and Jan Axel "Hellhammer" Blomberg.

Fetishes: This provocative documentary takes a trip inside Pandora's Box, one of New York City's most luxurious S&M clubs, capturing some of the clients -- most of them seemingly low-key, ordinary people -- as they fulfill their secret sexual cravings.

Louis Season 1: Stand-up comic Louis C.K. displays his special warmth in this post-Seinfeld diary of a New York comedian trying to make his mark and raise two daughters alone.

LoudQUIETloud: The Pixies mesmerized fans during the late 1980s and early '90s until internal tension broke them up. Get an insider's look at the band's reunion tour in 2004.

An Education: Jenny's Oxford-bound teen life is a bore in 1961 London until she's given a different kind of education after being immersed in the beguiling but hazardous world of much-older David.

Crazy Love: This documentary chronicles the disturbing true story of an obsessive relationship gone awry in 1950s New York between Burt Pugach, a married lawyer, and his twentysomething mistress, Linda Riss.

National Geographic's Taboo series is awesome too.

the Addams Family

Roseanne

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Freaks and Geeks

MST3K

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh im soooooo scared Shawn, you sound like a badass bro, right on bro!...

that is an extremely defensive reaction to a statement that wasnt confrontational.

The guy who did this tattoo owns a shop. People pay money to him to do tattoos on them. That makes him a professional tattoo artist.

If he's more "in the know" in the tattoo world than I am because I don't tattoo... so be it. In the immortal words of one of my snarkier friends... "your team!" :D

what is that?

"What's up tat-wizard, tryna get those squid pants!"

i dont even care. im saying this.

i agree with the previous sentiments -- i dont want to be touched, i shouldnt be expected to tolerate you nor should i have to explain my tattoos to you. in that past few years i have just started to reject the advances. however my "no, you cant see my arm." and "please dont touch me" always elicits surprised stares. they seem really caught off guard that I wouldnt want a stranger pulling my arm to his face or that i dont want to hear about what they want to get done in the future.

one of the most frustrating things is having a total stranger get rude with me for telling him that i would rather he not touch me. the conversation typically goes as follows:

Interrupting my conversation "oh sweet tats, can i see them?"

"no. sorry, im having a conversation"

"you dont have to be such a bitch."

>: (

the other random approach i get disgusts me and that is a guy assuming im some sort of "naughty-girl-gone-wild". that conversation usually also ends with me being called a bitch and begins something like this:

"well helllllloooo there, you look like a bad girl." smarmy smirk

"...no. please go away"

"i bet youre a real handful hunh?"

"...no."

"oh ho ho someones an evil evil thing hmmmm?"

also, my friend who has a chest piece gets "can i see how far down that goes?" at least twice a week.

a lot of my friends who do not have tattoos will ask me why i am not really into men who are tattoo free and its because of my experiences with the aforementioned jerks. they seem to think of me as some sort of dominatrix that would be a "good time" rather than an interesting person that they should get to know. it freaks me out a little and makes me question their motives for approaching me.

If your arm feels hot to touch (compare to other arm) and is swollen and tender, then you are looking at an infection.

also if there are little red lines coming from the area. ive had this experience :(

if none of these symptoms are present, i wouldnt worry about an infection.

try taking some claritin/benedryl to settle a possible allergy?

its super gross, but would not deter me from taking a cheap apt in the city if the room had been cleaned... it will prevent me from eating chinese food though :/

Knuckle and neck right off the bat?

Hes a Hoodie superstar.

" ...Sickened, Doug sat down the shoe, and as he did so, he noticed a shadow in the shape of a human body beneath the twin bed."

:(

Meat Lover

Meat Lover! The Scariest (True) NYC Sublet Story You've Ever Heard

By Story by Peter Kassel, Words by Connie Wang

In the summer of 2005, I moved to New York to live with a girl I had been dating long distance. And—as "moving across the country to be with a girl" stories usually go—it didn't work out. Our reunion was short-lived, and I needed someplace to stay, quick.

In my experience, finding good housing in New York is largely based on luck, and I had that in low reserve. I tried all the usual avenues—Craigslist, friends, friends of friends, acquaintances of friends… and, after a few weeks of searching, I finally managed to be put in contact with a guy who had a spare room to sublet for a super-low price in the Lower East Side.

The owner of this apartment (we’ll call him Doug) was a heavy-drinking, chain-smoking freelance writer who had also recently split from his girlfriend. His ex-girlfriend's office space was in the apartment, which made the perfect bedroom to rent out. I was in a sort of headspace at the time that necessitated a lot of shut-door boozing and miscellany, and I found it highly attractive that Doug seemed to be into the same kind of mopery that I was. Plus, the room for rent was large (for the Lower East Side), seemed cloistered enough from Doug's area that I would have a decent amount of privacy, and—while it gave off the kind of "dude" funk smell that some might have shied away from—it wasn't that big of a deal considering it was also devoid of rats, mold, and water damage. It seemed perfect.

"This place seems perfect!" I said to Doug. And of course, the follow-up: "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing's wrong with the room," he said a little too cautiously. "But you're talking about the price right? Why it's so low?"

"Ha," I joked. "Did someone die in here or what?"

"No, nothing like that. But something did happen, and I'd feel like an ass if I rented the place to you and didn't tell you what happened here a few months ago." …Ah, the words every subletter wants to hear. And with that, he launched into the best story I've ever heard about NYC housing.

After Doug's girlfriend left him a few months before I met him, he became unable to afford the rent by himself. He quickly found Jack via Craigslist, a recent Columbia journalism school graduate and fellow writer. Like Doug, Jack was also quiet and a loner, choosing to order Chinese food and chip away at his novel instead of getting drunk like the LES revelers on the sidewalks bellow. But he was courteous and stayed out of Doug's perma-sedated way, which is the exact kind of stranger you want to be living with.

After living with Jack for a few months, Doug was running home through the middle of a raging rainstorm, and noticed that Jack’s window was wide open, water pouring into the room. He rushed up the stairs, still dripping wet, and knocked on Jack’s door. Nobody answered, and Doug figured Jack was out. He found his master key, opened the door, and clicked on the light.

Neatly piled into stacks were Chinese food containers, some 10 boxes high, some already toppled, with their half-eaten contents strewn on the floor. The cartons covered all the available area on the floor except for a narrow walkway to the bed and the desk. Doug stood horrified at the doorway, then noticed the water flooding the floor by the window. He rushed over to close it.

Compulsive hoarders—as anyone who's spent a decent time watching TV will know—are not rare. There are between six to 15 million hoarders living in the United States, with many of them carrying on seemingly normal lives outside of their obsessive disorder. This fact didn't make Doug any more comfortable with the toy city of rotting Chinese food in his spare bedroom. He was going to kick Jack out when he got back to the apartment.

Then he saw the boot.

Doug leaned over to pick it up, knowing what the contents were before his fingers even made contact. Spilled out from the tops were strings of Lo Mein noodles, and hard pieces of dried rice. Doug was sure he could see crusted-over mounds of meat and hardened sauce. Sickened, Doug sat down the shoe, and as he did so, he noticed a shadow in the shape of a human body beneath the twin bed.

With absolute trepidation, Doug lifted the bed and slid it a few feet away, knocking over a pile of takeout boxes. What he uncovered wasn't—to his immediate relief—a real person. But it was a person's shape, with a hooded sweatshirt attached to gloves and a pair of jeans, with the other boot tucked into the leg. Coming out of the seams were remnants of noodles, rice, and meat, grease stains pooling through the fabric and onto the floor, spoiled scraps of food filling the hoodie to the brim. Doug scanned the body—and...yep, there it was. Noodles oozed out of the unzipped fly; a glory hole that Jack had ostensibly been taking advantage of all spring long.

Doug called an emergency locksmith who came and changed the locks within the hour. Jack arrived home not too long afterward and found it locked.

"I just need my laptop," he called through the door.

Doug slid the laptop through the mail slot. He could hear Jack's footsteps click down the hall, and the apartment entrance door slam shut. During the following days, Doug hired cleaners to remove all the food that Jack had left behind. Though the room had been cleared of all the takeout containers (along with the Meat Lover, which I've since started using to describe the effigy), the floors and walls scrubbed clean, and the room aired out for days, the smell still lingered.

Doug paused. "So, yeah. The room is cheap. What happened was fucked up." Doug looked ready to pass out, and I felt faint. "I'm sorry, dude. I can't," I muttered, and headed for the door. I regret leaving in such haste now, as the amount of questions I have are overwhelming—Didn't Doug smell something weird coming from Jack's room before he went in? Didn't he notice that Jack never took out any trash? What did he think was on his laptop? I've considered calling him to tie up those loose mental ends (which would lend this story that I've retold at least a hundred times much more credence), but really, I hate to bother the guy. That summer was an especially damaging one for me, and I wasn't the one who had to clean up a leaking sex toy my ex-roommate had constructed out of decomposing Chinese food.

Editor's Note: After reading your comments about the mail slot, we grilled Peter about that detail, and he admitted that he misremembered due to telling it incorrectly for so many years, and it was actually passed through the door crack with the chain lock fastened. So, there you go.

behind my ear was a snap.