Yes, fine, the new Star Trek movie is great. I saw it, I liked it, I periodically made gleeful sounds. Let’s not make a big thing of it.
In fact, let’s not too quickly forget that not so long ago, the Star Trek franchise had worked harder to earn scorn and derision than any “celebrity” with a reality show on VH1. (Star Trek: Nemesis, anyone?)
So, before the world enters a brave, new era of not thinking Star Trek is the lamest thing since dressing as a Dungeon Master to your high school prom, I’d like to honor the formerly-flagging franchise with these awful, awful Star Trek tattoos.
Sure, it might be cheaper than using a real tattoo needle, but pressing really hard with a sharpened ball point pen doesn’t quite have the same lasting effect, now does it?
Poor George Takei doesn’t even know he’s pointing to Chekov.
I don’t get it.
Oh, man… now I, too, want the soulless eyes and serial-killer smile of a pasty-faced android adorning one of my appendages!
Unfortunately, most of the real estate of my epidermis has been reserved for a sweeping, tattooed panorama of the characters of Twilight picnicking with the kids from Sweet Valley High next to a meadow of grazing My Little Ponies. As a Hello Kitty looks on, peeking from behind a fluffy cloud in the sky.
Tough call. Tough call.
“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. T’would be a pity to damage yours.” – Westley, The Princess Bride
But when you’ve got some big, pendulous mammaries… feel free to inflict some permanent scarring using an electric needle filled with ink, apparently.
Looks to me like an invitation for some sweaty dude at a Trek convention to poke her in the boob and say, “Beam me up, Scotty.” I bet she wasn’t thinking about that when she decided to permanently nerdify her cleavage.
I call bullshit. Jabba the Hutt would never tattoo the first crew of the Enterprise on his back.
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