There are many brave, intrepid souls which grace society with things that can't but help to be described as awesome. Or are so awesomely bad that they defy all logic. Observations in Awesomeness is our attempt to better understand and examine all that is mind-blowing in this world.Observations in Awesomeness: The Swayze Centaur TattooThis is perhaps the greatest tattoo in the history of tattoos. The imagination and inspiration behind the creation of this masterpiece is something to behold. Let's take a closer look at some of the subtle context within.
1. Swayze is depicted as a centaur, which has all four hooves firmly planted on the ground. Much like the protocol of statues of fallen generals this is to signify that Swayze is still alive and kicking cancer be damned.
2. Swayze is depicted in his Chippendale's outfit from the classic Saturday Night Live skit co-starring Chris Farley. This is a bold call, brazenly ignoring
Road House Swayze,
Point Break Swayze,
Outsiders Swayze and
Red Dawn Swayze. Big points for avoiding
Ghost Swayze and
Dirty Dancing Swayze, neither of which would have been conducive to an imposing centaur.
3. Purple storm clouds lurk in the background. Yet there are also two rainbows in the sky. Since rainbows occur after storms pass through, we can see that our stoic centaur (minus some windblown hair) has stood strong upon the rocky black landscape through the horrid onslaught of the storm.
All told this is probably the most unusual and original tattoo I think I have ever seen. Which begged the question, what would it take to top this in the areas of artwork, originality, celebrity and creativity.
This is the most ridiculous response I could come up with:
New Kids on the Block (the originals, not the reunion tour version) are all riding unicorns. Bareback. Shirtless under red velvet vests with white leather fringe like out of some horrid spaghetti western get-up. And these aren't just any unicorns. They are pink, steroid-enhanced unicorns who look like they've been injected with the lifetime supply stash of Barry Bonds. And they are breathing fire and their hooves are shooting lightning bolts of sparks as they gallop across the fields of clovers. All of this of course is fleeing from a bank of blood red storm clouds and a giant tornado throwing houses, debris and transvestite hookers across the countryside.
Too much? Maybe. But its the best my little, warped, twisted imagination could come up with. Ridiculousness