liv asked, "what's that full, dark band on the other arm?"
I think you mean my typewriter.
This is fresh, of course, and better than it looks now with my Robin-Williams-like arm hair grown back over it, but I'm still a fan. If the blade and marker are my basic tools, the typewriter is an elegant machine, every piece clicking softly together to make language hold still long enough to carry meaning.
I'd like to get another, still manual but newer, on my right arm. Balance, I like it. Finances being what they are, that will have to wait.
Plus, my next tattoo will be my knuckles. I've waited long enough.