Whoa hey, it’s Countess Grotesque, checking in with one hell of a hearty mohawk, among other lovely adornments! Those adornments being, of course, the various symbols and insignia tattooed on her head and neck, not to mention a (to my eyes) damn-near flawless make-up-and-jewel job. Also? Bright green fishnets. What’s that song again? “My Stockings Are So Bright I Gotta Wear Shades”? Something like that.

Oh, you’d like another picture? We’ve got you covered. Guess where to find it.

Oh, hello, ModBloggers! Hope the weekend treated you well while Toronto started to eat itself. Anyway, let’s kick things off this week with this rather striking and environmentally conscious suspension (because it’s green, right? Eh? Maybe the worst joke ever written here, not gonna lie) featuring Nick, who was helped along by his compatriots—the good folks at CoRE. And hey, what’s that hanging off him, hmm? A suckling pig, perhaps? Yes, let’s just agree that it’s a suckling pig and move on with our day.

Here’s some faux-vintage footage of my old friend Doctor Suicide (more) skewering her cheeks..

Photo by Sara Gage after the break!

Alexander Trowell is a body piercer and student nurse from Southport, U.K. He’ll be filing reports all weekend from the Oslo SusCon. Keep checking ModBlog for updates!

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It’s a slightly wet Saturday. There’s a bit of Norwegian press here currently covering Ben and Ronnie who have just gone up on a spinning beam, and are pushing it harder than dead or alive. Meanwhile, Ron Garza is doing another seminar in the chill-out area, passing around a huge-ass skewer he brought.

I thought I’d include a list of suspensions today, so as not to exclude anyone, and here it is, in typical Microsoft suspension template style, i.e. name, type of suspension and nationality. My biggest apologies if I miss anyone out - feel free to teabag me later as punishment. (I can tell you that teabagging is one of those dark secret rites that always seem to take place once the Jager and various other liquids have been broken into at the after-party, which itself seems to have gotten the nickname “The Gangbang” (for reasons I would be neutered and lobotomized for exposing). Come to Oslo SusCon—it’s a scene, man!)

Oh sweet holy shit. This is just…my God, man. The work (by Dustin Gray at AAA Tattoo in Rogers, Arkansas) is excellent—top o’ the scalp isn’t always an easy spot to get right—but this is about as terrifying as one could hope for. This gentleman has tried to grow his hair back, but this tattoo has scared his damn hair follicles shut. True story.

And just like that, dear readers, our week has reached its logical conclusion. What the hell just happened?

- Brian Decker is slaying lately, and this hand/wrist/forearm cutting is just further evidence of the fact.

- The Owl God made a triumphant appearance!

- This gentleman was fortunate enough to survive his own autopsy, which is pretty rare.

- Sidra won the 2009 BME Scholarship!

- We instituted our moratorium on Michael Jackson tattoos, but went out with a bang.

- It’s Log!

- It’s Dong!

- Massachusetts is going in the right direction with new regulations. Dallas is not.

And we’re off! Keep checking back all weekend for Alex’s dispatches from the 2009 Oslo SusCon and whatever other goodies we manage to dig up, and then come Monday it’s back to business as usual. Until then, have fun, stay safe and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

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So, after a morning of paying extortionate amounts of money for a boarding pass, arguing with airport security about the importance of sticking my toothpaste in a see through plastic-bag and then finally arriving on Norwegian soil (only to sit next to a person who was clearly intent on waging gaseous warfare on my tender nostrils for a couple of hours), I finally arrived at Oslo SusCon.

I was very pleased to see that I was not alone in having made the trip an annual tradition. Familiar face after familiar face kept popping up in front of me as I made my way into the solid epicenter that was the eating quarters. After getting some much-needed grub and a hasty cigarette/coffee, it was time for the official introduction to the weekend. I say “official” because I know many of the crew, volunteers and participants have been busy making all the cogs fit together since Thursday—big thanks to you all! In fact, word on the proverbial streets of the SusCon is they already managed to fit in five suspensions yesterday; my suspicion is they’re planning to gradually make it an all-year event, stretching the time-frame and participant numbers just a touch every year. Havve started the introduction in his usual informal comedic fashion: Warning us to watch out for whatever may be worth watching out for, to be nice to each other, and to treat the venue with respect. A sort of support group round of introductions to crew and participants alike was quickly ventured, and I’m sure I remember at least five per cent of who’s hanging when and from what part of their lovely inked bodies. (Not a bad job at all if you ask me.) Next, it was time for Ron Garza to present an interesting lecture on suspension culture before the action was set to kick off. I don’t even know where to begin quoting and paraphrasing it—though, to be fair, I couldn’t do it justice, so I won’t even go there.

I realize I’m not a very good reporter so far, because frankly I am not 100 per cent on whether it was six or eight people that went up today—hell, it could have been 12 and I’d be none the wiser. But the people all seemed to enjoy them and there were even one or two first-timers, at least one of which seemed to enjoy it lots!

An awesome new rig was tested out by a couple of folks, and it made for some pretty pictures that I’ll try to submit tomorrow. So all in all, a smashing start to a weekend that carries great potential which I’m sure it will smash!

It’s bedtime now—need to be bright and shiny and whatnot for the morning. Please pardon the tongue-in-cheek approach to this first entry; tomorrow I’ll take it a bit more seriously and get my facts right…

- Alex

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We’ve previously praised this young lady’s asymmetrical decisions, and even though she’s removed some jewelry, she’s just lovely, isn’t she? And would you believe our luck? She’s included a whole set of photos for us to peruse! We don’t know much of anything about this mystery woman, but hey, we’d rather have images with mystique than nothing at all, right? Right.

Hey now, it’s been a while since we’ve checked in with La Negra and her pals, eh? Time to correct that! Here we have some shots of Towa’s first suspension, facilitated by the aforementioned La Negra, as well as Valnei and photographed by Martinetik. First suspension ever, surrounded by a crew like that and wearing a jaunty ascot to boot? That’s a recipe for a good time, folks. A shot of the refractory period, including a nice view of Towa’s shoulder scarification, after the jump.

Ha, what a lovely coincidence—for the second week in a row, we kick off our Friday with a nice young lady with an upper-body bird tattoo! This time around, it’s the peacock-feathered rarr.ae generously housing a small hummingbird on her right rib (among other piece not quite visible in this photo). Cute! And hey, after the jump, FULL FRONTAL…ish.

It’s Friday, ModBloggers—remember to remember me.

And finally, folks, as you prepare for bed or whatever it is you do once the sun goes down (rob blood banks?), here is your newest nightmare monster, some terrible devil-skull with human hands and the keys to, let’s see, Hades? Does Hades have keys? It does now, we guess, and that’s where this creature is taking you. Just follow the diamond. We’ll see you on the morrow.

(Tattoo, done in 30 hours, by Joe Folmar at 6th Order Tattoos in Buffalo, New York.)