Fack

Furry and a brony--
what else is new with reality--

Honeycomb! No, not the place where rabbits meet under Watership Down: I mean honeycomb ice cream. I do like the flavour, but (as you'd expect) it's very sweet and so I try to limit myself. This was the first time I'd eaten it this year, and given that it was another hot day (29.4 °C) I think an ice cream was a virtual necessity in any case. It's supposed to be cooler (though by no means cold) and cloudier this weekend, then really hot and sticky for a couple of days next week before a possibly quite thundery breakdown. I'm not a storm fan; I'd much rather have a quiet return to average temperatures. Oh well.

A virtual necessity.
Or you could not be a puss.
Also you don't like warm weather and thunderstorms?
What the fuck is wrong with you, friend?

Aren't we a barrel of laughs in this country? After years of complaining that our summers have become cold and wet, all of a sudden we have a genuine summery spell... and we're complaining that it's too hot. =:P

Getting people in the UK to not bitch about the weather is much like stemming the tide so--

I had a good day out today, and one which included ice cream, but I'm just too tired to write much about it now. More to come on this tomorrow, though!

Thanks for that fucking waste of time.
I DID STUFF BUT TOO TIRED TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT
so don't update.

I went to another brony meet today, this one in Birmingham. This one was a bit of a step up in terms of size and length: we were in double figures and were together pretty much all afternoon. I had a very good time, and was much less nervous than I'd expected to be. I'm very pleased to see on UK of Equestria that other people did as well. A sequel seems to be in the works already, maybe at the end of the summer after BUCK. If there is one, and there's no reason for me not to go, then I will go. =:)

Lol ponyfucker

So we then sat around chatting about this and that, quite a lot of pony-related stuff (Twilicorn, Equestria Girls, prospects for Season 4 etc) but also quite a lot of other things. It was a very convivial couple of hours, actually, even once I'd finished my cider. (Well of course I had cider: what else would one drink at a brony meet-up?) 

Semen.
Semen is what one would drink at a brony meet up.

So... a very enjoyable day all in all: good company, nothing that seemed to annoy/embarrass the non-bronies around the place, some very silly in-jokes created and not too much rain. Oh, and my first ever brohoofs (brohooves?) which somehow made it all feel that much more special. I'm still amazed that I, of all people, enjoyed a day-long social event so much, but I've never been happier to be amazed!

Bronies are such douche bags.

The dreaded (by some) Equestria Girls movie came out yesterday. I haven't seen it, because it's not appearing in the cinema outside North America. However, I have seen some dodgy cam footage of a few of the songs and the last 13 minutes of the film itself. (The songs are still up on YouTube; the ending doesn't seem to be.) As you can tell, I don't care about spoilers for this film -- by the time the DVD is available, I'll know everything anyway -- but I won't ruin it for anyone else. So, the rest of this, including the reason for my choice of subject line, is under a cut.

There was brief talk of attending this movie in my circle just to see the mutants that also went but then we realized that would mean going to a My Little Pony movie.
I think we settled for walking by the theater it's playing in.

The songs... well, with one very catchy exception (the song used in the second trailer) I can't remember any of them now. They're pretty much generic tween pop. Tastes differ, but personally I love the musical-style numbers Daniel Ingram creates for FiM, and this doesn't come close.

No shit?
Tween pop in a movie intended for little girls?
Color me fucking surprised.
That's like being disappointed a Warhammer video has mostly synthetic Gothic chanting for a soundtrack. What the fuck did you expect?

Oh, and there's the high school stuff. I hate high school cartoons on the whole, and I don't like magical girls anime either. The little romantic scenes with Flash Sentry were presumably put in because that's what tweens expect, and I could more or less cope with them in the humanised world. But at the end, when pony Twilight was being teased about having a crush on Flash? Urgh, no thank you. The only acceptable crush in Equestria is Spike's on Rarity!

I wonder if there's any point in a brony's thought process where he looks back over what he is entering into the public record for all of eternity and thinks "goddamn I'm a fucking dork".
I'm guessing not because if there was that sort of filter he wouldn't be a brony in the first place.

Well, I suppose that's another social achievement unlocked: I can now talk about the pony meets I've been to. =:P Last time around there were three of us in Worcester; this time it was six! Pigasus (the organiser), Electrokitty and I from last time all attended again, and we were joined by eliki, Spring Wonder and Crimson Dawn. The vagaries of the railway timetable meant that people arrived and departed at different times, so for quite a proportion of the meet there were actually fewer than six of us, but we did have some time when we were all seated around the same table at the same time, so it counts!

Is that really an achievement, though?
Sitting around with five other mutants?

When Eliki and I got to the pub, Electrokitty was already there. Pigasus followed shortly thereafter, then Spring Wonder. The five of us were all fairly quiet types, but thankfully no-one seemed to hate anyone else on sight. Crimson was the last to arrive, but he was also by a long way the most confident. I don't think any of the rest of us would have quite had the nerve to plonk a sizable plush pony on the end of the pub table as he did! The whole meet lasted two or three hours, considerably longer than last time, so I think we did all right.

What the fuck

We've been having a very interesting discussion over on UK of Equestria about where we see the My Little Pony (specifically the Friendship is Magic) fandom being in ten years' time. One thing that's come out of the conversation has been that several contributors felt that we'd already passed the peak.

Hopefully in 10 years' time everyone will have forgotten this shame.
Oh shit I kinda got a migraine so I wandered off for 12 hours.
What is this?
What am I doing?
Help

Gotta catch 'em all

Livejournal users seem to collect labels. While there's nothing wrong with being gay or a feminist or a white man or whatever (there is something wrong with being a furry so I left that off the list) when you become a transsexual homosexual furry feminist communist Wiccan people like me start to think you're not so much for these causes as you are collecting as many labels in a desperate attempt to label yourself a special snowflake.
TRANSSEXUAL FURFAG HERE PROUD OF HIR IDENTITY xD
Oh God am I in for it today.
To be perfectly honest the thing that pissed me off most is how every single entry is behind a cut and all of the entries are only titled with the date which makes finding my place in this train wreck a nightmare. Imagine if you were reading a book and every time you wanted to bookmark your page you had to entire a wind tunnel first.
Also you can't be assed to just remember what page you were on because LOOK AT THIS SHIT.
Also I had to agree I was 18+ to read this.
Video games that only ask you be older than 17 include a video game with visible nipples on women and a game where you shoot up a Russian airport.
Thank you, Livejournal.
First entry and we're off to a good start:

Tumblr
I have one, for those who are interested: http://meganbryar.tumblr.com/

OH BOY TUMBLR.
You know, for when Livejournal and Twitter are too highbrow for you?
Also clicking on that and I'm instantly assaulted by a text wall of whining bullshit.
You know in Afghanistan one of the punishments for homosexuality (and heresy) is to have a wall toppled over on you. I think I understand where they're coming from now because I feel like I just had a wall of text tumbled (get it, TUMBLed, TUMBLr?) over on me and I feel a little violated, honestly.

Does this mean I'm leaving Livejournal? Not a bit. In fact, I'm most likely going to be more active here than I will be on Tumblr.

... "Let me tell you about this website I won't be posting to so I can tell you I'll be posting more on this website you're already aware of."
Seems a bit counter productive to me but what do I know?

The name is my rabbit character's name. I didn't feel comfortable using my legal name on a public website because I'm a paranoid little thing. Call me a coward. Though I'd love to actually adopt Megan as my legal name one day.

Then you'd have to change the name of your Tumblr because you'd be using your legal name.

Boyfriend
I have one.

That's right. eliki and I have been together since this last Christmas Eve, give or take a couple of days for various important e-mails to get through.

Qualifying statement he forgot: this is an e-boyfriend so SHIT AIN'T EVEN REAL.

Who or what is your opposite?

Remember this question?
God the pickings were slim that day.

I think that would have to be my twin brother. He's pretty much everything I'm not, and therefore he's the "normal" one by the standards of our society.

Translation: "he doesn't have a whiny blog on Livejournal and Tumblr where he attempts to affix as many labels as possible to himself."

I'm trans, he's not. He's married, while I'm not. Though I am dating someone again and quite happy about it. On that note, he's completely heterosexual, to the best of my knowledge, while I'm not.

I'm a heteronormative cisgender Caucasian heterosexual male.
Don't hit on me, silly brown girls.

He moved out of this nowhere little town and made it stick while I'm still stuck here.

So you're the bad twin. Got it.

We do agree on religion, though, in that we're both atheists, though he tends to lean more toward the anti-theist side while I simply maintain that because I haven't seen any satisfactory proof of any god or gods there's no reason to believe they exist.

Oh shit I forgot religion.
Heteronormative cisgender Caucasian heterosexual male nontheist with polytheistic sympathies.
SO MANY TITLES I MUST CAPTURE THEM ALL AND AFFIX THEM TO MY BODY.
Why can't we all just be people, maaaaan?

(There. More about me than you ever wanted to know!)

True statement.

All that and we still seem to get along better than many siblings seem to do. He's a good guy, if a tad too fond of video games for my taste,

Can one be too fond of video games?
Also you're a fit one to judge, furry.
"He's a little too into video games I mean what a nerd, right xP? Let me go cut a dickhole into my fursuit."

Write a poem or share one that you like.

No I don't think I should.

The problem with this question, of course, is that there are simply too many good poems to choose from.

Err, yes. Exactly the problem I was having.

What is your must-see holiday movie?

Die Hard.

Ha, well I think my answer is pretty obvious, really. I'd have to go with The Lion in Winter. The 1968 version with Peter O'Toole and Katherine Hepburn.

Obviously The Lion in Winter.
You know, that movie about King Richard (crusader extraordinaire) where he's emphatically not crusading and just being really boring and whines for two hours?
Thank you, Hollywood.

What's that you say? It's not really a holiday movie? Well, true, it's more a historical costume drama. But it's set during the Christmas of 1183, and isn't that close enough?

That was going to be my next point, yeah.

They even stuck in an anachronistic Christmas tree or two! Besides, isn't learning a thing or two about the history of the world more important than watching Ernest make a damned fool of himself in the same tired old movie you've been watching for the last 23 years?

I don't know if The Lion in Winter counts as "learning about history". I guess it does feature real historical figures but I don't think that really counts.
I mean if that counts then Call of Duty also counts because most of those take place in WW2.

Have you ever met anyone famous?

What do you want to bet he's met people no one has ever even heard of?

I think I've mentioned this several times before, but I did have the honor of meeting Peter S. Beagle once, when he came to give a reading at one of the local universities. I got his autograph, too, in my copy of his novel "Tamsin". Which makes it one of my most cherished possessions. Because I'm such a shameless fangirl.

Exactly.
Also I forgot this person identifies as female.
Whenever I see furry I just automatically think male.

Though I'm afraid I kind of babbled like an idiot when I met him, too.

I remember when I met C.P. Gause, hierarch of pussy sensitivity.
"This is Dr. Gause."
Blank stare to the girl next to me.
"The book we've been reading is written by him" she told me immediately.
MAN SHE WAS SUCH A GOOD FRIEND. HOW ELSE WOULD I HAVE KEPT THE SCORE STRAIGHT?

What do you believe we are missing in this world?

Conviction.

Really? Compassion and the genuine desire to try to understand each other without letting our preconceived prejudices stand in our way. An embracing of the concept of love for all human beings regardless of race, sex or gender identity which would allow each of us to really be who we are without fear.

But not religion, ethnicity or sexual orientation, apparently, because you excluded those from your list.

Would you rather be a vampire or a vampire hunter, and why?

We've been over this a hundred times. Vampire hunter is the only choice.

I don't want to be either one. Vampires are boring, especially the modern sort. Even when they don't sparkle they aren't particularly frightening. As for being a vampire hunter, I can think of better things to do with garlic than waste it on the undead.

AND THEN THERE'S THIS ASSHOLE.

I've always preferred werewolves.

Oh shit, the furry prefers people who turn into animals, there's a real shocker.
So enough of this nonsense, let's discuss TERA first.
I've never in my fucking life seen a character creator that had such thought given to your options and yet actively tried to prevent you from exploring your options.
The whole system was needlessly obtuse and limited in weird ways.
It sure made making a waifu needlessly tedious and difficult but I, of course, triumphed.
The game itself is damn fine, too. I recommend it. I sure hope the difficulty ramps up. Though from what I've heard it does later which is good because currently the insane combo I discovered kills all enemies in one hit.
Anyway check this waifu out:

Still some fine tuning yet but that is why you play in betas, eh?
Or is it to test gameplay features, I forget.
Not sure if I'm sold on the hair yet and her lips are maybe a little too large and yet not wide enough.
I tried to compromise with the half realistic, half animu style they were going for in game but I'm not sure if it worked out.
VOICE YOUR OPINION NOW. HOW DID I DO?
See this is where Edie Finds a Corpse gets interactive. I'm asking for my nonexistent reader base to cast their vote.
Anyway this furfag is boring. I'm going to go wait for TERA Closed Beta 2 which is in 2 weeks ;_;

1.18 July 21

OH MY GOD THE NEW FFXIV PATCH COMES OUT JULY 21.
I hope it's all rank 50 shit so the whining babies cannot partake AHAHAHAHA.
Oh right, blogs.
Today's blogger likes going to furry conventions.
He also likes other men.
He also likes being totally unsurprising.
So I'll pull the curtain back a bit here and say when I try to find a good blog to review (or "review" since it's really just drive by hostility) I try to write a couple jokes in my head before I set off.
The "totally unsurprising" punchline is literally the only thing I had prepared before setting off.
So am I headed for disaster?
What could possibly go wrong?
Today's writer's block (blah blah):

Who was the worst boss you’ve ever had? Did you ever get your revenge?

Well my first and only boss was that shitty high school I worked for.
I exacted petty, childish revenge by teaching everyone how to get free copies.
That'll learn you, shitty high school.

Revenge is overrated.

PUSSY.
PUUUUUSSY.
One of the enduring themes in The Count of Monte Cristo was at the end Edmund Dantes kind of realize he had wasted so much of his life plotting his revenge (he didn't feel sympathy for the people he venged himself on, though) but I would argue specifically because of his intensely burning focus for revenge he ended up living a fuller life than he would have.
What would he have done if he'd been boring ol' Edmund Dantes, captain of the Pharaon?
He'd have married that bitch, she'd have become icy and distant and he'd have died alone of prostate cancer at 40.
What'd he do after he had been so horrifically wronged?
He became fabulously wealthy, he adventured around the world, he literally owned delicious brown girls, he bought banks and gambling halls--
getting wrongfully accused of treason is the best thing that ever happened to the guy.
And I'm sure some litfag scholar could (and probably has) readily argued he might have done those things anyway but fuck no, no he wouldn't have.
Even if he happened into the Spada treasure incidentally (which he wouldn't have) he wouldn't have done anything half as cool as what he did with it.
Oh right, blogs.

As far as the con, well, I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have. See, I stopped going a few years back because I knew so few people there, and it's really, really, really hard for me to meet new people from scratch. I only started going again because a good friend decided to start going, and when he decided not to go this year, I figured I'd be able to handle it. Unfortunately, I STILL don't know that many people, and poor Orzel had to deal with me following him around and stepping on his tailfeathers. Luckily, he didn't seem to mind.

You're at a furry convention.
Don't worry about it. You've already hit rock-fucking-bottom.
Literally no matter what happens in your life the least you can say is "at least I'm not a furry."
Hopeless, homeless and have a crushing gambling and heroin addiction?
Hey at least you're not cutting a dickhole in your fursuit.
Dateless virgin at 39?
At least you've preserved your dignity and haven't once cut a dickhole in your fursuit.

Thanks to my lack of sleep (fucking last minute fursuit) and some bad nutritional choices ( the SuperSponsor lunch had no vegetable protein. C'mon, really? Not even a stack of bread or some rice? :P ) I ended in a severe depression on Saturday after the parade that I never really shook off.

So speaking of recently I viewed a documentary on bestiality with a friend (no way I was braving that shit alone) and the part I found most... Disturbing I guess (outside of the obvious) was none of them were vegetarians. You'd really think if you "viewed animals as your spiritual equal" you wouldn't be frying them up for a nice Saturday dinner.
Of course all that shit is just a front to excuse fucking animals as a human but whatever.

Of course, there were lots of good times! It was nice to see the people I DID know, though most of them were busy behind tables or running off to some meet or going out to eat with people or running around in suit, etc, etc.

Running off to "meat" someone, more like.

The Yuengling, GODDAMN the Yuengling. The suiting was fun, though as usual no one cared about a new non-dog suit, though there was some amusement from the few people who noticed Gryffindor's name. I got to meet a bunch of birds, which was neat.

Yuengling is a type of beer and when he says "birds" he doesn't mean 60s British slang for women.
Worry not, gentle readers: I will translate from twat to English for you.

In any case, I don't know if I'll go back next year. If my friend goes back, yeah, probably. If not, probably not. Also, there's a possibility of me going to China next year for Kung Fu during the same time period, though with the sad state of my knees, that may not be a good idea.

When I imagine someone going to China to learn Kung Fu I imagine-- I don't know someone like Bruce Willis or something.
Not furry fucking pussy "I can't socialize or interact normally so I have to fuck men in a puppy dog suit and I have bad knees" going.

So, I'm going to AC, and given that AC's theme is "School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" or somesuch,

I'd have gone as a Space Marine if I knew that was the theme.
Mutants, heresy and sorcery all in one place.
I can think of no easier way to scourge the foes of the Emperor from Holy Terra than attending.
Also what's AC?
Air Conditioning?
Assassin's Creed?
Armor Class?
These are the only things I know of that have the acronym "AC".
Google offers that it might also be Asheron's Call (old MMORPG), "Alternating Current" (as in "AC/DC" and I'm putting Hells Bells on as we speak) so no idea.
Oh and here's a picture of him and his, err, boyfriend (he calls him "his dragon" but for once I understand this relationship so I'll just keep it in simple terminology).

Taken at home, after a nice dinner at Sent Sovi in Saratoga. I love my dragon.

So speaking of there's a place that sells dragon dildos.
Just thought I'd mention there's a business dedicated to selling fake mythological beast genitals.
Some people say our society is too decadent. I wonder where they get such silly notions?

There are days when I exist as an impostor in my own flesh.

Also speaking of being a mutant I've been playing Fallout: New Vegas lately and I've found the easiest way to complete the game is to make your character like Clint Eastwood and then play as a Space Marine.
Here's how one quest is supposed to go:
gotta clear out ghouls from a rocket factory but you find out they're really just a religious cult and will leave the planet shortly if you can clear out the Nightkin from the basement but the Nightkin are just there for the Stealth Boys hidden somewhere in the basement but they can't get to them because one ghoul is holding ground in the basement but he won't clear out until he's confirmed his girlfriend's condition when she got cut off during the first Nightkin raid but he can't get to his girlfriend because a particularly nasty Nightkin called "The Jailer" is guarding the room she's in--
here's how I handled it:
TO THE LAST, KILL THEM ALL.
VICTORY.
All kinds of cash and loot from those heathens.

It is a day almost like any other day. I wake up, I prepare, I arrive, I work. Yet there are moments where the world seems to clench, as if the veins of reality were experiencing an arrest. I am heading somewhere irrelevant, with a purpose non-specific. I see many people on my path: some smile, some politely nod, others glance, and the remainder ignore.

I mean the game itself kind of encourages this behavior. It gives me a gun called "the incinerator" that shoots fireballs and expects me not to burn a bunch of radioactive zombies to ash with it?
Oh it's one of those rare days where he's updated since I started typing this up.
Let's take a gander before I'm off to do something not this:
Oh. No he hasn't.
What's going on? All the entries are in a slightly different order now--
UUUUUUUH forget it.

This is really avant-garde.

So this is a person who has a blog but is writing it from the perspective of a character they created. I think.
To add confusion to this already confusing formula, the character also talks about the person writing the blog (the actual person) in third person.
Following along?
Me neither. Let's rumble.

For how much money would you be willing to spend a whole week away from the Internet, TV, and mobile phones? Would you suffer withdrawal pains?

If it's next week you're paying for my next semester of college because I'd probably fail if I had to go away from the internet.
This week-- ehhhhhhhhhhh I'd take 100 bucks.
I mean I could amuse myself with my DS for a week probably and that isn't explicitly banned so I have to assume it counts.

None, because I go for longer than a week when I'm adventuring.

*4th wall breakage*

Now, the person behind the screen is a different story. Give her a million dollars to do it and she will, while suffering from withdrawal pains.

Am I on drugs?
Why the fuck would you write like this? What possible benefits could it have over being normal?

So, apparently, DeviantArt is trying to give the one behind the screen's computer viruses again. Stay off DeviantArt for the next month. Oh and scan your computer more than once every five months. Maybe then you won't end up with 1067 things of Spyware on your computer. Surprised that there was no Malware at all. Just try to take better care of your computer, okay author?

Things of Spyware.
SURPRISED THERE WAS NO MALWARE. Do you even know what Malware is? When you get it you pretty much know instantly.

Name: Mortin
Universe: GSC/Gen II Pokemon

Oh.
Okay.

Age: Unspecified; anywhere between 18 and 22
Alliance: Hero
Pokemon on hand: Quil - Quilava; his starter, Gator - Totodile, Haunt - Haunter
Pokemon used in Gym Battles: Gastly, Haunter (x2), Gengar
Powers: Super Speed, 'Shape-shifting'
Other Forms: Two demon forms, a tasmanian tiger form, and echidna form

You know I've played through Pokemon Crystal a couple of times and I can't remember Morty changing into a demon or an echidna.
Oh and we've reached the end of this blog.
Bizarre.
OH NO I'M ABOUT TO VIEW CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS BUT I DIDN'T HAVE TO AGREE FIRST WHAT DO I DO?
Calm down, calm down. I still have to click to read each entry, so I only got one warning instead of two.
Just a little scary is all.
Anyway here we have a "furry surrealist's ramblings (ruh-roh). Answer to the previous question:

Depends on where I am. Stuck in my apartment without art supplies or a gameboy? I'd probably go mad. That would take at least three hundred bucks, I'd be losing money otherwise by not being able to do business.

Throw me in the mountains with a truck of Dick Blick supplies and a cozy cabin?

Anyone else stop reading at "throw me in a truck of dick"?
Here's a post where he explains how he has some kind of albinism and no one gives a shit.

It looks like my companion's dropping out of school. It's been a hard run, and while debt has piled, we think it best to just cut our losses. He's miserable, I'm sick of being annoyed with him over school issues and it'll free him up time to work. It all stems from him being pressured to go to school anyway, if it would have been okay for him to quit a while back, it would have gone so much better, but he was pressed to keep at it, and hated every step passionately.

OH POOR BABY.

It conflicted heavily with my grad school plans, as well as our need to get out of here so Dari can start trying out a new path as far as gender goes,

... What?
"A path as far as gender goes"?

It would have no effect on where Dari wants to work, and he has no real plans for ideal career anyway, it would have been just to please his parents.

I hope it was for the best.

>dropping out of college
>not having a plan
>for the best
Yeah probably not.
What, do you think things just work out by sheer coincidence?
I mean sometimes they do but what, you just expect things to go right? By what virtue?
Let's look at her paintings.
Oh I'm not allowed. I'm not privileged enough in the furry community to be privy to these wonderful works of art.
That's smart, too. Selling shit while blocking potential buyers. It's like you don't want money.
Not that I'd buy it, of course, but she doesn't know that.
Oh here we go.
It's-- hmm. It's not the worst thing I've ever seen but it is furry art so I dunno.
Also I like how she claims to be blind and yet produces coherent works of art that look like creatures I've seen in real life. I'm not saying it's impossible but yeah I'm calling bullshit on this one.

Visual Impairment angst again.

School starts again tomorrow, and I'm fussing and fretting over cane travel again. It's nothing new, I do it every year. I fuss and pout over everything, really.

I'm jealous as fuck at this one blind girl on my campus. She gets a balling dog and a balling cane and what do I get?
Oh yeah an entire sense she doesn't have.
Fair enough.

I found out we have a new student on campus who has a guide dog, and I find myself quite interested in meeting this person, I just hope it goes well. On one hand, I often feel like I want to meet other people who feel similarly, I guess I don't like feeling so alone, but on the other, my issues are kind of "tricky".

>Implying people have to think like you just because they're in a similar situation
FURRIES.

There's also the fact I have no binocular vision, in short, no depth perception. My cane has saved me more bruised shins, scraped knees and stubbed toes than I can think, but It's hard to use it just for those situations. It helps, a lot, but that really makes people wonder I suppose. The cane is also good or navigating shiny floors, I'm sensitive to glare and sometimes even get vertigo on them because they feel far away, this is also because my eyes don't work right.

Newsflash: no one cares that much.
What, she's seriously expecting someone to walk up to her and say "hey, how blind are you? Sorry I can't let you use this cane, then." No one gives a fuck. You could see across several spectra normal humans can't and I still wouldn't give a fuck if you used a cane.
The reason I don't stop and give in to my "pride" is that I know the light exposure is hurting me.

It's not obvious, it's slow, but every time I try to brave the great outdoors without a cane, I'm diminishing my vision.

You're like an incredibly whiny vampire.

Boy I wish I could. I wish I could find something that did the same thing, that didn't give the "wrong" idea. But unlike the rest of the world, glasses don't make my problem go away. Here's where the cane/wheelchair anaolgy goes against me, because people seem to think I went and "Got a wheelchair to deal with a stiff toe". Believe me, if I could have found something else, anything else, I would have tried it. But so far, nothing else works.

What, did you steal this cane from another blind person? Who cares? It's your cane. If you want to wear it up your ass that's your goddamn business.

I hope I get the nerve to meet and talk to this new student, and I hope the reaction does not become an issue of " No, she has problems, you don't"

Oh yeah I'm sure the campus is hanging onto this story.
Here's what your classmates are thinking:
I gotta get in that exchange student's pants somehow before she goes back to some unpronounceable "istan" country and then I gotta do this bullshit assignment for some fucking class I don't wanna take and then I--
Notice how "I" never vanishes from the thought. Because that's all people are thinking about.

Seriously, whether or not you agree with them, it's getting to be a really, really warm time of year, sweltering in some places. If you get a missionary at your door, even if you aren't interested, by all means, offer the poor kids some ice water.

No I don't want them to think that's an invitation for them to come back and talk to me about dumb bullshit. I think it's even a commandment: "bring ye your own water if you ventureth to the great yonder."

A few weeks ago, Dari and I got slammed with a 600 dollar critical bill. It was a computer error on the part of the bank AND the service (because we have awesome luck!), but something we're still responsible for paying.

Uhhh--
I'd switch banks if this were so.

I've put my motorcycle up for sale, I've tried whoring my art out everywhere,

Try just regular whoring.
I bet a freak show like you could get quite a few costumers who'd be in it just for the story.
I'm sorry that was insensitive of me and not very productive.
... Nah that's the best idea I've had yet.

Just an idea I've been kicking around.

I want to take a shot at drawing, well, a lot of the pokedex. I've been a pokemon fanatic since I was wee.

The problem is there's 400 and something of them,

649.
At the time of her writing: 493.
What, you're a huge fanatic, been into Pokemon forever but couldn't name the actual specific number of Pokemon?
Whatever.

and that's a lot of work to take on, especially for free, as free work always pulls some time from commissions.

Are you for real?
You know, guys, painting all these Warhams is a lot of work to do for free even though it's something I want to be doing.
I'm not saying you have to donate, but--

My conundrum is that I don't feel right being commissioned to draw characters under copyright.

I like how she says that like it's some kind of moral code she's following and not, you know, the law.

I have other motivations to make this a pay project as well. I became a pokemon fan because of my best friend, Caleb. He was my favorite person growing up, we got in a lot of trouble, and had a lot of fun together. He encouraged me to draw, he was part of why I'm a furry, he was my first boyfriend, and in 2004, he passed away at age 15, he had an extremely aggressive form of lymphoma. I've wanted to do a project in his honor for a while.

Heh, I still have his Arbok and Mew.

So here's a mindfuck, yeah: Mew and Ditto have the same colors (both regular and shiny forms) and weigh the same. Ditto is the result of a failed attempt to clone Mew.
Anyway what follows is a bunch of fuck and I think I have to go do something for a class.

A tale of minor inconvenience

I don't even know what the fuck. I found this jack off through the WoWfurries (wow imagine, furries play World of Warcraft) group, so enjoy. Get ready for a lot of excitement, this is gonna be great--

For fur cons, most of my days are planned using the event schedule. I make a note of the panels and events I want to attend, and disregard the others.

You thought fur conventions were for a bunch of goddamn dorks to dress like animals and make asses of themselves? Let me tell you, there are tactical readouts and everything. It's like preparing for goddamn D-Day. Churchill didn't have shit on this logistical prowess.

The time I don't spend at a panel is time I use for fursuiting, socializing, taking photos, etc.

The time I don't spend being a dork I spend being a dork, just to specify.
Honest to fuck, this is why everyone hates you, furries. It's not a lifestyle, it's a fetish. You don't see BDSM people with conventions, do you?
Well actually yes you do.
But my point still stands.
Now he's talking about Anthrocon and I can follow him on Twatter if I want to stay UP TO DATE on this important yearly festival. (It's like Christmas to Christians, Yule to the Norse, etc etc).

I remembered that the Fursuit Charades started at 10AM,

Fursuit Charades? Why, it's like regular charades except really cool!

In other news, I've started playing Champions Online. I'm at level 27 now (max level is 40), and I'm enjoying the game. It's not World of Warcraft... not even close.

Of course, because nothing can match the gaming perfection that is World of Warcraft. Everquest? Ultima Online? MUDs? What the flying fuck are those? WoW invented MMOs, case closed.

My video card died. I had to replace it because I have no on-board video on the motherboard, and my backup machine uses an AGP card (the slot for which is also absent from my board). I thought a 9400GT would be enough for me until later, when I planned to upgrade my desktop. It wasn't. I had to turn most of the settings down in World of Warcraft... that's how bad it was. So, I exchanged the 9400GT for a GTX 260. Yes, it's much better... and larger.

I'm pretty sure the 9400GT can run WoW on max comfortably. Are you sure you're just not good at computer?
Also, yes: you really need the graphical processing of a GTX260 to run a game that looks like it was made in 1999.
Can't the GTX260 run Crysis on max? I'm not saying you're a goddamn idiot for wasting your money on a card you clearly don't need and won't use a quarter of, but you're a goddamn idiot.

The GTX 260 is so large that it wouldn't fit in the case I had. The hard disk bays on the bottom of the case were welded to the frame, and there was no way I could get them out without using a few different tools (and possibly ruining the case altogether). So, I had to buy a new case that could actually house the video card. :|

Ah yes, the elegant solution I came up with: mount your motherboard upside down and suddenly everything has headway. Then I found out I could unscrew the hard drive cages. Of course I did research before I bought shit to make sure it could all fit but not everyone is gifted with my incredible foresight so I guess you can be forgiven.
Now here's a picture of a guy in a furry suit wearing boxer shorts and a cape and he's standing in a hotel lobby.
Any single part of this is completely insane but for some reason the whole thing together is really crazy. Do these people ever take a step back and say "wow, I'm really fucking crazy"?
Oh here's a picture of his World of Warcraft character. Huge surprise: he's a Tauren.
Bet he can't wait for the new expansion to come out where humans turn into wolves.
Oh my Christ all he posts about are these fucking furry conventions. Who knew there were so many in a year?

Some people are so focused on their fantasies, and so immersed in their rose-colored, make-believe, cartoon worlds, they forget how things work in real life.

I have a lot of trouble taking this from someone who pretends to be an anthropomorphic lion for many weeks out of the year.

In the real world, you don't mouth off to others (especially those you don't know) and treat them like dirt. That's one of the fastest ways to get yourself laid out on the concrete, in pain and bleeding.

In the real world most people don't resort to violence immediately upon a disagreement. Maybe one day you'll join the real world and learn this.

Lead, follow, or get out of the way.
- Thomas Paine

LEAD FOLLOW OR GET OUT OF THE WAY, SHIT BRO.
RANGERS LEAD THE WAY HURRRRR
Shut the fuck up you furry idiot.

Coworker: Hey, your license plate, does it have anything to do with the Detroit Lions, like your jacket?
Me: Yes and no.
Coworker: Yes and no? OH! Are you a Leo?
Me: No. I was born in July... Cancer.
Coworker: Really?
Me: The plates, though... that's more of a lion thing. You know, the big cat. Not so much the Detroit Lions.
Coworker: Oh, okay. Thanks!

Oh God, I have a lion plate on my car. I also have a lion on my jacket.
Surely people don't think I'm one of these people, though. At least, I hope not. I just have it because lions are cool and heraldry is awesome. I just want people to know I'm ready to take the holy land at a moment's notice.

The grand prize was a Compaq PC, but I didn't think about it because I'm not one for sweepstakes or lottery games. When I got back to work, I opened the box... lo and behold, there was a game piece that said I'd won the grand prize. It was legit; I mailed it in, and they sent the PC to my home address.

Oh this is like a Zen riddle. You've won a Compaq PC. Are you really a winner, though?
I guess in life everything is a gamble and if you get cancer you're not the proud recipient of cancer, are you? No.
Also if that wasn't clear enough: I'm comparing Compaq to cancer.

I don't have any deep, dark secrets. No skeletons, no secret lovers, no off-the-wall fetishes... nothing like that.

>No off-the-wall-fetishes
>furry
Ho-boy.

I'll tell you what I do know, though. I'm 32 years old. The clock's tickin', and it ain't goin' backwards.

Yes, glory be to the sunrise that brings our doom.
Aren't you a little old to be into this whole furry thing? I mean I'm certainly not one to judge playing Pokemon into my 20s but at least I don't dress up as Gengar and have gay sex with a guy dressed as Pikachu.

I bought the strategy guide for SoulCalibur IV because I wanted the promo soundtrack disc.

>Strategy guide
>fighting game
>Soul Caliber IV
>bought it for the soundtrack (which you can get online for nothing)
There are like ten things wrong with this I don't even know where to start.
I'd like to take this chance to inform anyone reading this I actually cut a lot out of his blog. Quite a few entries were about people paying him compliments and what a fucking ace he is and shit. I cut these out partially because they were all the same (I even found an instance of two word-for-word sentences two years apart) but mostly because I couldn't get all the way through them without starting to gag a little.
Well I guess this brings to close another awesome entry from me. I'd like to take this time to remind everyone (not that I'm keeping track) that Pokemon Black and White has a mere 39 days, 17 hours and 54 minutes at the time of this writing until release and FFXIV has a mere 43 days, 6 hours and 54 minutes.
Nothing for months at a time then suddenly everything comes out the same goddamn week. Isn't that the way?

How am I not surprised?

I clicked on a community today (as indeed that's my major form of blog scouting now) called "Artists BEWARE!" and was amazed, amazed, to find most of the people posting are furries. What an unexpected turn of events!
So let's read a blog about two of my favorite things put together: furries and Pokemon! Like peanut butter and jelly, that.

I got a freaking job! YES!
I start on the 4th so I can still go to Otakon and have tons of fun!

OTAKON WOOOO BE A HUGE FURRY FAGGOT NERD AT AN ANIME CONVENTION!

Woohoo! I'm making a Ninetales costume. :3
Let's see if I can make the 2 week deadline. 8D

Welp there goes that idea for sunny day/NU support.
I hate it when furries do this. I think a Pokemon is kind of cool and maybe want one for one of my teams then someone on Livejournal talks about making a furry costume of it or having furry "yiff" time with it and suddenly I can't get the imagery out of my head and lose interest.
Now here's her ad for a Pokemon Party and I have no clue what that means and I'm not sure if I want to know.
Is it like a Pokemon tournament? PREPARE TO GET SWEPT.
Oh she's selling shit. All right, fair enough.

.. I think I killed Fa..

I tried uploading the cheetah head I just completed... and it crashed on me.

o.o;;;

I hate it when people on Livejournal do this. I WAS TRYING TO DO SOMETHING ON THE INTERNET AND IT DIED SO I KILLED IT. Holy fuck you people are bad at computers.
I wish I had that power, goddamn. Livejournal would never be up.
Also it looks like her favorite Pokemon is Gengar, too. Fantastic.

Me and my fiance are going to be opening up a fursuiting side business shortly..

Two morbidly obese people trying to have sex in fursuits. Let that sink in for a minute.
Now imagine the smell inside afterward.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Also this just in: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" isn't a word unless it ends in a period. I don't get you sometimes, Firefox spellchecker.
So she's selling foam heads for FIFTY DOLLARS and it looks like something a child banged up in about five minutes with Play-Doh.

I love foaming heads and have decided to make some heads starting at only 50$ which includes a semi-moving jaw. That is a steal IMHO.

For fifty dollars I'd expect you to smooth the finish out a little bit. I can see where your giant hamfists failed to shape the clay.You couldn't even seal the mold afterward? This is lazy and you know it.

-squees and hopes for the best-

lol u did not just go thier

Oh hai der.

You're really pushing it today.

I see you see this is another posting.. Well, yay.

I refuse to acknowledge this as words written in a language.

I have been out and about for a while since things got really shitty at my mum's house with my stupid fuck of a brother. Cops were called, accusations where made, crying and freaking out as well.

"The rewards of being a furry" is how I'd caption this post.

We got tired and Kith a little scratched up so we headed home and then cleaned up and went to a restaurant called Edelweiss.

The tank from Valkyria Chronicles?
Or, no, was that the one unit from Front Mission 3?
All of these games are starting to run together, honestly.

I know not a lot of people like furries but I say why not? I'm fun and I just like fur (faux) a little more than the regular person.

Why not?
You people are drama magnets and are attention whores on almost unparalleled levels.

I have a furaffinity account. Look me up. I am poprock-the-stray on there.

I don't think I'll be doing that.
That does give me a good idea for next entry, though. Stay listening.

FURRIES. PURGE THE BEASTS!

It's Friday, so let's read about furries.
First post is an awesome rant about recycling and it sure must be nice to have so few problems that this tops your "problems for the day" so much so that you have to rant about it on the internet.

Does the title of my post make you recoil in annoyance? Because that seems to be the response I get from a lot of people when I ask "do you recycle?"

Uh-huh-- when the fuck are you living, again? 1973? People are still bothered by recycling?

For Earth Day I made a recycling bin out of an old trash can that mom gave me. I introduced it to my co-workers, stuck it in the kitchen and sincerely hope that people use it.

I bet you're a real riot to work with, Jesus.
I'd take one look at that, say "not happening" and carry about my day until you nagged me into submission which upon reflection would only take one try.

Just letting everyone know that I'm most likely not going to be around the intarwebs for a couple of day's.

I see this more and more. Anything plural is instantly possessive. I guess because you have something like "days" then "day's" and it looks the same? I don't know, how can you have a breakdown of such simple second grade grammar?

My troupe is getting ready for the biggest Belly Dance convention on the east coast, Spirit of the Tribes.

Gross fat girl belly dancing.

Jon and Al just had a chat on Skype that put images in my head and made me LOL

OH GOOD SKYPE CHAT LET ME READ THIS IMMEDIATELY--

Jon: So... I was woken up this morning by... well they didn't wake me up. But, shortly after I woke up I was accosted by a Jehovah's Witnesses at my front door.

Really? That's fascinating.

Al: WAT.
Jon: That's right, at first when I opened the door I thought it was a Jehovah's Witness, but in fact is was a Jehovah's Witnesses.
Al: Well they do always travel in pairs.
Jon: Yes, in pairs. Clever girl...
Al: ... and they walk in a single file line to hide their numbers.

... So this is the level of humor on which most people function.
Well I can't say I'm surprised, just a little disgusted that it's staring me in the face right now.
Also: XD SO RANDUM
Now there's some sort of eel girl drawing and I'm not really sure what this is.

Due to personal reasons and changes in my life, her coat is no longer typical. I never liked her spots from the get go but always drew them anyway because... well, servals have spots. They look beautiful on the animal, but felt weird drawing them on Mirroreyes. Like it was making her, not her.

Yeah this is real interesting and everything but can you hurry this along? I have dragons to kill and I the day isn't getting younger. Monster Hunter Tri, you see.
And I do mean "kill", not "yiff" like I'm sure you'd want to do.
Dragons are a blight on the existence of man, and the only weapon against it is cunning and a sharp knife.

Would Naga's have belly buttons?

POSSESSIVES DO NOT WORK THAT WAY.
Also a "Naga" is a half-man half-snake. A gross parody of the features of man and something that therefore must be destroyed with contempt, but FURRIES go figure. Interestingly no one actually bothers to research this shit but a female Naga is a "Nagini" but no one seems to know this except me.

I know all artists render Naga's differently. Some with cut and paste upper human to lower snake where a belly button would make sense.

Well if you bothered to do that pesky research you'd know anything born by eggs wouldn't have an umbilical cord and therefore would not have a belly button.

Others draw them mostly snake-like where they look more likely to have been hatched from eggs.

Furthermore, snake women wouldn't have mammary glands or hair.

I sometimes draw them with or without mams or hair based on the look I'm going for. But belly buttons... how would you rationalize that?

I know how I'd do it.
I wouldn't.

If your in or near the area you should TOTALLY check it out. :D *hint hint*

>your

What do you like in a game review website?

Well my new barometer for game review sites is to check their opinion of Final Fantasy XIII, and if they think it is good they are provably wrong. First time in history a subjective thing can be wrong.

I wanna know what's important to you. What do you look for in a game review?

Also their opinion of Monster Hunter Tri can be another good indicator. If it scored lower than FFXIII, you have fucked up somewhere.
Now there's a long post about her turtle dying. Apparently she moved it and it found an atom of water and promptly drowned, which makes me think her turtle was an NPC in a video game, because they always find amusing excuses to ruin your mission.

Also, just for the hell of it have a centaur chick!

>centaur chick
>proper name is Centauride
I don't know why I bother explaining this shit to someone who doesn't know the difference between "days" and "day's".

*sigh* Someday Peta will realize that these ridiculous proposals only hurt they're main objective of ending cruelty.

... They are main objective.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Now she posts a picture and she wants critiques of it, and I do see a problem with light sourcing but frankly it's better than 99% of anything else Deviant Art produces so that seems really knit-picky.
It's still furry shit but whatever.
Well I think that's about all I can take of this nonsense. Pleasant day, fags.

Sunny Day Time

Prior to today I felt a deep understanding for the Michael Jackson song "Stranger in Moscow" particularly when he says "sunny days seemed far away" because I, too, knew the sting of having an awesome Sunny Day team in Pokemon planned only to have the core of the team foiled by the harlot that is Heart Gold and Soul Silver.
Well no more, for today I have successfully RNG abused a Growlithe.
Sunny days are here to stay?
Anyway I'm sure Mr. Jackson wasn't referring to Pokemon when he sang this song, but the alternative is far too silly to comprehend. Feeling alienated about accusations of pedophilia? Yeah, I think that would happen.
So here we have today for your delectation The Deep.

I was just contacted by some recruiter looking to hire me on as a CSR manager.

"The pay rate is nine dollars an hour."

Why, if you work the standard 9-5, that's an entire 81 dollars a day!
Do you know how many boxes of Lucky Charms that is?

I said that did not meet my requirements.
"Well," she said in a huffy voice, "what do YOU make per hour ?"

I am independently wealthy and am currently working this secretarial position for chuckles.
So here's some sort of flowchart of nonsense I'm not really sure what that's about--
Oh I think he's a furry.
Good.

I like my work.

I really do.

Like most people who work off of commission in the fandom, I have a day job.
In my case, it is a night job.

Dare I ask what that "night" job is?

I work overnight running a department of Mastercard, and I work primarily with European and Australian banks.
Thrilling, I know.

Oh, okay. Well, certainly not what I was expecting from our fur-suited friend, but all right.

So, for those who are in the know. . .

I got sunburnt rather badly this week. It was not a fun time at all, and it is just now beginning to peel. Bleh.

So speaking of the sun, this reminds me of my Sunny Day team:
I'm going to have a Shiftry lead, right, then a Claydol support for stealth rocks, then motherfucking Arcanine. It's going to be, as the kids say, "the bees knees".

I ended up going counter Kabbalistic in my ordering of the Sephirot, but I think it makes more sense.

But the Sephirot is Kabbalistic--
isn't it? I don't honestly know, come to think of it.
For those of you not versed in "wacky" as myself (meaning you haven't played Xenogears) I shall explain.
In Jewish mysticism there's this thing called "the three of life" which is supposed be the various emanations of God. People think this means shit, but in reality it's just a loose collection of character traits.
No different than, say, the flowchart of nonsense I linked earlier about furries.

I also alter the positions of the Angels themselves (and their functions),

Ah yes last person to do this was a man named "John Milton" and he was writing something called "Paradise Lost". I don't think you'll be met with similar success, however.

So, I managed to come up with a monster of a story idea.

Like, this one amazed me and I have yet to even write it.

Well I'm glad someone is getting some enjoyment out of it because I have no doubt that when you post it I'll be bored to tears.

I feel bad because some might view it as me waxing over my esoteric learning,

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN. Jesus, you can't even get through the first sentence of describing the fucking thing and I'm already looking at something else to do.
Like staring at the glory that is my Growlithe.

I even came up with a name for the bad guy, which is exciting. I am also uber pwning with my olde school mythos knowledge. Thoth, you are on notice. :D

One important thing, I think, for any good villain is the ability to pronounce his name easily without sounding like you have a gay lisp.

So I raise contention with Brian Jacques on a few topics.
Mainly, why are foxes always evil ? Ferrets too.

Brian Jacques, a man who probably hates the day he came up with his masterpiece Redwall, is a famous author of young adult books mostly centering around sentient mice who get into various knightly adventures.
The series proper started in the 1980s, a healthy two decades before this whole furry thing started, so I think it's pretty safe to say Brian Jacques himself is just a man with an idea, because the books themselves were really quite enjoyable as a child.
Of course I'm sure they have since become the target of something far more sinister and creepy (like furry sex) but I guess we're in for a surprise. Or not.

I understand he had to polarise somewhere, but can you really see a tyrannical fennec ruling over the mice and hedgehogs of a forest ?
I just see it taking everyone's cock.

See? What the fuck did I just say? These furries cannot go one whole paragraph about sentient animals without mention someone getting their knob polished.
What is wrong with you people?
These are books for children, for Christ's sake.

It would be like if Magikarp's splash attack gave your opponent the option to mercy kill themselves and save you the agony.

Yeah of course Pokemon has a huge furry following. It's something of a constant horror I have to battle. Pokemon is as much a psychological battle as it is a tactical one.

Then it evolves and kills everything with rage and fire.

Yes I am quite pleased with my Gyarados as well. Earthquake, Ice Fang, Dragon Dance, Waterfall--

I am beginning to really like the furry group here.

Hurp I'm a durp

I also was referenced a few times, mainly because I am a 'damn foreigner'.

Grounds for deportation, in my book.
That you're a furry, that is. If they find out you're a terrorist they detain you, why should this be any different?

Warning, this contains gratuitous amounts of GAY !

Ha, ha wow. Now you warn me. That's like wandering five miles into a high radiation zone only to be met by a sign "warning: your face may melt" Yeah, kind of figured that out around the time I started sprouting vestigial wings due to the radiation.

I was asked a question: what do I look for in a mate ?

"Well first thing she has to be human, boss, so I think the term is "girlfriend" and not "mate" but whatever, yeah" would be my response.
Jesus Christ this is like a fifteen page checklist of traits and features.

If he asked I would say yes.

But, he would have to know how to ask.

Oh I see, you're a living Da Vinci Code riddle.
A FARMER SEES THREE CROWS ON A FENCE AND SHOOTS ONE, HOW MANY ARE LEFT?
None, because the other two would fly away~
And a few more entries I'm not reading and we're up to his very first entry, awww.
It looks like he's new to this whole blogging thing.
Well I hope this gives him a nice, warm welcome :3

Sad, bro. Very sad.

I almost feel bad for today's specimen. He, like all furries, seems to wander around in a stupefied daze. It's an emotional state I can relate to (the latter part, not being a furry). I guess it's February weather?
Anyway our boy here has some kind of tragedy in his life (well at least one, as he is a furry) but it might be really hard to tell given the walls of letters he calls paragraphs.

I actively try and do a damn good job at not letting people walk all over me. I'm the first to tell someone to fuck off if I feel they are gonna take me for a ride but honestly when it comes to my friends or people I care about I tend to get walked on and just take it.

Soooooooo... You do or don't let people walk on you?
I guess he doesn't, except sometimes he does.
Personally if someone were to walk on me I'd try first to discern why I'm laying in a potential path of foot traffic then try to either move or tell the person not to step on my dick, but that's just me.

the last few years i've been a total scrooge or however the fuck you spell it about christmas and the newyears and all the other holidays (thanksgiving too).

I don't think that's how that word works but okay. Also I like how he says OR HOWEVER THE FUCK YOU SPELL IT and then proceeds to spell the word correctly. Someone should really consider inventing an online dictionary or something because that would be really handy. If you weren't sure about a word you could just open up another window and hammer that bitch in and wham, there's your answer.
Shit if these internet people really got their shit together they could work out some sort of tab index system so you could just click on the tab and open multiple websites in the same window. You could just have that dictionary in the background while you're making a post so you don't look like a complete illiterate.
Goddamn I'm full of good ideas.

i'm getting really tired of them really fast i just went in an emotional backflip in the last ten minutes.

The title of the post is "my actual bloodline family" but I'm not really sure that helps in understanding this Toyota of a sentence (timely reference). Get it, because Toyotas can't stop and it's a run on?
Hell yeah.

My grandfather called me and started screaming at me saying i stole...his mittens...two years ago...fucking seriously.

So tell him you didn't steal them?

First off two years ago i'dve never been interested in some fuckn mittens and i'm still not and for me to steal mittens when i have my $180 boardin gloves is retarded in and of itself and nobody can dig under my skin like my family with their words so i'm goddamn enraged at this point like i threw my phone had to move the glasses away from me chainsmoke two cigarettes and take a shower only to get out and find that i have a new voice mail not five minutes after he called me acusing me of being a thief and a liar he left me a message saynig he found his gloves and he wants me to call back and let him apologize.

Wow it's like John Milton wrote this only suddenly he was struck full retard or something (John Milton was a pro of writing really, really long sentences with parenthetical asides in digressions kind of like what I do sometimes).
Now there's a post about his brother dying of brain cancer (perhaps it runs in the family, because I'm pretty sure a cancer claimed our boy here's brain a long time ago and he kept running somehow, like a computer without a hard drive [that doesn't make a lot of sense]).

This year i'm going to be at rainfurrest on my birthday

Stop. "Rainfurrest"?

o here's hopin i don't turn into a big pile of depressed on my birthday at a con and i actually make it so that i have one more day in september thats awesome, filled with friends laughter maybe the drink *coughawesomesexcough* and good times for everyone

Furrest--
ಠ_ಠ

y'know i used to believe that people were makin shit up when they said shit like "they have a smile that lights up my world". I thought it was all smoke and mirrors and stuff. I used to think they were all crazy when they talked about how just the though of someone could bring their worst mood and make it do a 180. I never quite figured out how a smile so genuine could come from something as simple as a text or a song could crawl across thier face, or how somethin even smaller can put someone in bliss.

What?

free from everything pain, worries, sorrow. how someone completely analytical and contemplative can just not be able to do it anymore on someone. It never occoured to me as a possibility that the world could change and almost stop to become just that much brighter with a person. I donno maybe i'm crushin'.

MAYBE, I DON'T KNOW. No really. I don't know. I have no clue what the fuck you're rambling about.

Maybe it's more. I sometimes wonder if i'm enough to chase.

Huh, comparing love to a chase, what does this remind me of--

Other times it's like butterflies in my torso tell me to run as fast as i can until i catch. I don't know. I used to think. I never quite figured. I used to believe. There is only really one constant in this whole mess of some sort of things. Damn do i love that fuckn' smile

IN TOUCH WITH THE GROUND
I'M ON THE HUNT I'M AFTER YOU
SMELL LIKE I SOUND
I'M LOST IN A CROWD
AND I'M HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF
STRADDE THE LINE
IN DISCORD AND RHYME
I'M ON THE HUNT, I'M AFTER YOU
I guess that's more of a hunt than a chase, but same shit.

i've been reflecting alot lately and i'm gonna post things about me here that follow the 7 sins i'm not a religious person but these "sins" intrigue me to no end and i find each and every one of them in me in some way and how i'm going about in life trying to fix them (yes i'm bitching this whole journal)

I, too, am interested in the notion of sin and Dante's Divine Comedy is one of my favorite writings of all time so I'm very interested in your no doubt poorly-thought out, poorly-worded diarrhea of a post on the subject of the Seven Deadly Sins. I especially like the promise that he'll be "bitching this whole journal". very promising.

This is one i've recently gotten in check with the help of my room mate and his mother i've seen the joy of giving and i'm addicted to it. i'll buy the whole shop at work doughnuts i'll lend money (sometimes that i don't have) to someone who desperately needs it and i don't really ask for it back i tell

Okay I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about pretty much from the beginning. He seems to be implying he lent money without expecting it to be repaid at all and because of that he's greedy.
I don't think that's how greed works?
Greed is usually being particularly miserly or unreasonably attached to money. Dante divided this into two categories, the miserly and the prodigal, and they forever sat in these stone half pipe contraptions and wheeled giant boulders at each other only to crash in the middle and repeat the process over.
Sort of like that level of Crash Bandicoot like that where you had to jump between the circle cut out in the middle, but I think that might have been a coincidence.
I think Dante was inspired by the myth of Sisyphus.

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