I think my favorite part of my interview with Kim Saigh was the bit where she challenged the idea that every tattoo must have a deep, philosophical meaning, and the prevailing notion that important moments in one’s life must be commemorated with a tattoo. “It should have significance,” she said, “but I always tell people that you should get tattooed because you like tattoos. You do not have to memorialize someone by getting a tattoo — it doesn’t mean you love them less if you don’t.”

With that said, hats are off to Dan, the subject of the above video, and a huge fan of the NFL’s Detroit Lions, who just put on the most abjectly terrible, historically bad season, probably in sports history, going a soul-crushing 0-16. To celebrate, Dan had the following monument to mediocrity etched into his chest:

At least he seems to be in good humor about it. But the money quote comes from his wife:

“I’m super embarrassed right now, but what am I gonna do? I love him. He’s my husband. Go Lions.”

That is some seriously touching commitment. But what does the sports blogosphere think of this? Let’s check in with Matt Ufford, editor of With Leather and a co-founder of Kissing Suzy Kolber:

The report card for your life just came in. Wanna know what you got?

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Thanks, Matt! Go Lions!

Hey, you heard the legs. Sound advice.

Well, it was a short week on account of the holidays, but I think we squeezed some fun out of it. To send off 2008, we:

It’s been quite a year, friends. But from BME and Buddy Christ, we wish you all the happiest of New Years. There are a lot of exciting things on the agenda for the coming year, and we can’t wait to share them with you all. Be safe tonight, and we’ll be back Friday.

God, this is just cruel. What kind of sick Island of Doctor Moreau shit is this, anyway? I’m all for freedom of expression and all, but making light of and ignoring the serious issues affecting miniature giraffes in this decadent, modern society? Not amused. Not amused at all.

(Ha ha, just kidding. This awesome “jaraffe” is by Caleb at Studio City Tattoo in Studio City, California.)

This heartfelt memorial portrait was conceived to commemorate the life of a friend that was tragically cut short after he was sucked face-first into a black hole, the scene of which is horrifically rendered above, and — oh, wait, the pages were stuck together, this is the right story:

I stuck my face in the photocopier when it was slow at the shop and my buddy got it tattooed.

So … not all that horrific or tragic, actually. Glad to hear it. Photo of the original photocopy, after the jump.

The holidays are fast approaching, friends, and Christmas parties (as well as other vaguely religious excuses to get embarrassingly drunk) are upon us. So remember, if you see this dinosaur at any parties this weekend, please take away his car keys. He will probably devour you whole, but you’ll meet that acidic stomach-grave knowing you were trying to do the right thing.

(Drunkysaur tattoo is on Brent, the bassist for Job For A Cowboy. “Apparently,” he says, “being on tour justifies stupid tattoos.” Damn right it does. Tattoo is by Mullet at Art Freak Tattoo in Providence, Rhode Island.)

Ah, another week has come and gone. This time:

Is it just me, or have the internets been interminably slow today? I’ve been online at a few different locations, and across the board, things have just been crawling all day. Makes it difficult to make with the sexy pictures, you know? On behalf of the series of tubes, I apologize. Anyway, says the gentleman pictured above of his tattoo:

It’s from an old Sid Tattoo poster and [tattooist] Justun [Wanted, of In the Blood Tattoo in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania] thought it would be a funny tattoo, and I said, “I’ll get it right above my junk!” I was joking at first, but little did i know …

Long story short, the next day we decided to actually go through with it, and here it is! Haha.

Hey, just because jason_voorhees prefers his Friday fish to be cocooned in a delicious, crispy, golden shell, it doesn’t make him any less a child of God. Or does it? I’m behind on my scripture.

(Tattoo by Daniel “Daffy” Bergman at Pecka’s Tatueringskonst in Stersund, Sweden.)

And just like that, another week has come and gone. This time around:

“What’s it like to be me? Well, there are some perks. I live in Antarctica, so it’s usually pretty quiet — lets me get a lot of reading done, you know? Lots of open spaces, so, you know, plenty of room to move around, never really fall behind on my work-outs, and really, I can definitely use some time in the gym. Ha, just kidding, that’s just my self-deprecating humor, which I actually think is one of my better qualities. Oh, also, I can shoot fucking laser beams out of my eyes and I am nature’s most perfect killing machine.”

You know, back in my day, when someone passed out drunk, you would just draw on their face or, worst case, administer a minor teabagging. This? This just seeems excessive. Oh, the youth of today.

(Black light ink tattoos by Jimmy Griswold on the bottom of his sister’s foot at Muskegon Ink in Muskegon, Michigan.)

Well, it’s been a fun week. If you’ll recall: