The past is always with us.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh boy.
Girl blogger this time. I'm pretty sure. Almost positive.
Ok so it might be a guy.

What are you studying or did you study in school? Is it related to what you want to do for your career?

English education and probably not.
Using it for the cred, or that's the idea, anyway--

I majored in Media & Theatre Arts, aka movies.

Whew, I made a dumb mistake majoring in education but at least I didn't do something that stupid.

I originally opted for the major for two reasons: a.) scriptwriting is one of my few talents, and b.) I have this... I don't know if it's a type of synesthesia or what, but I seriously can't hear music without images and movement springing unbidden to my mind, little "movies" if you will, and I figured that filmmaking could help me translate those images to a more tangible medium.

You're making that shit up, knock it off. Synesthesia is a serious neurological condition where sensory signals literally get interpreted by the wrong part of the brain. Imagining your music being a backdrop to a movie is something most people do anyway.
In fact, neurologist Richard Cytowic made a handy list to tell if you have this rare condition, one of criteria is:
"Synesthetic percepts are consistent and generic (i.e., simple rather than pictorial)."
SIMPLE RATHER THAN PICTORIAL.

About two years into my major I realized it really wasn't what I wanted to do for a career (largely because it requires things like "working with other people" and "moving to LA" and other things I'm not fond of) but I finished out the major anyway because I couldn't think of anything else to do.

You probably sucked at it anyway.

A few weeks back I dropped a couple of hints about a potentially major change happening; well, it seems to be fairly set in stone so I'll detail it here. It... really isn't as exciting as I probably made it sound. xD

xD xD MY LIFE IS BORING SO I'LL MAKE SURE TO WRITE FIFTEEN PARAGRAPHS OF NOTHING--

I worked on adding a new scene to my book yesterday... I didn't finish, because I wasn't particularly happy with how it was turning out (as I'm fond of saying: I ALWAYS hate my first drafts, no matter WHAT), but I got an okay start. Here's what I'm adding:


Basically I'm adding a scene toward the beginning of the book where Windshifter is wandering around Faradan City upon just arriving and winds up at a traveling carnival. There are a lot of interesting mechanical and Amparium-powered devices here, like rides, fortune tellers, mechanical arcade games and the like. Anyways,

ANYWAYS
ANYWAYS GUYS
ASPIRING AUTHOR
ANYWAYS
I don't understand all these people who hate their first drafts. You know what that says to me? Shit idea. Also this is the fifth blog in recent memory I've read where they say "I don't reread my drafts because I'm afraid they'll suck."
GEE. Better finish it blind and just living in ignorance then~
I reread my last few pages as a matter of course and I always think "YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO READ ALWAYS" and if I don't feel that way time to find a new idea.

Windshifter rigs one of these up so a little kid can win it, which impresses Profferlink, who is there on business and has a weak spot for little kids.

For being such a short scene, I think this will go a long way to improving the overall story, as it will include such improvements as:
- Showing (rather than telling) Amparium's ubiquitousness in society

Showing instead of telling.
Something all bloggers have a problem with.
Also let's take random stabs at what this story is about. I'm guessing crotchity Dr. House-type character with magical (possibly mechanical) powers who goes around a steampunk setting solving crime.
That is the stock of 99% of all bloggers' books.
In the history of writing has there ever been a published steampunk story?
I guess that Neil Gaiman had one but he's basically fanfiction that hit it big--

Adding a bunch of flavor to the setting in general (that's one of the things the publisher advised I do in that one rejection letter)

I'd like to mention she's trying to get e-published. Vanity presses are telling you to go screw.

I spent some of my long weekend working on a cover for "Windshifter" ("The end of the month" is still my goal), but I was unhappy with the results, so I scrapped it. The truth is, I'm just not a graphic designer, and my art skills are niche at best.

I had no idea authors had to do their own covers.
F. Scott Fitzgerald is a pretty good artist too, then--
Oh that's right. If you're not a hack people will be lining up to do your cover for you.
Sorry, got confused for a second there.

My self-esteem has really hit an all time low over the last couple of weeks/months. I've never felt so terribly insecure about myself and others' thoughts on me before.

But you have WINDWAKER under your belt.
Windshifter, whatever.
Windwaker was a Zelda game.

A psychologist would, I'm sure, have a field day with me. He'd probably point out that I was ripped from a job I was an expert in and dumped into one where I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing, resulting in me essentially being paid to feel useless 30 hours a week for months on end.

Feeling useless for 30 hours a week?
Working for the federal government?
HEY-OH

And he'd probably also point out the double whammy of a.) my parents breaking up/my family "factionalizing", and b.) my relationship of six years ending, both of which were tossed at me at nearly the same time, meaning that I've watched every important familial or near-familial relationship in my life prove itself as tenuous and temporary. "No wonder you feel like you can't trust anyone, including yourself!" the shrink would say.

And you know, he'd probably be right.

I know what I'd say: "ever consider that you think about yourself too much?"

I'm really getting hit hard with the self-doubt bat again. See, my goal is to have "Windshifter" e-published by the end of the month, right? Right. Except that I want to give it one last read through before I truly call it "final", and I can't bring myself to read it, because I know it's going to suck.

I reread a short story I wrote recently with the intention that I was going to read it like I read most things (I.E. "this is shit before I even start") and by page two I was convinced I was awesome.
No one is more down on shit than me so clearly I'm just good at this shit and you might suck a little.

For example! Today I was going to start reading it, so I picked up my e-reader and... promptly started reading something else, because I couldn't bring myself to drudge through my own drivel.

I was amazed at my own level of vocabulary and yet it still read easily. HOW ON EARTH DO I DO IT?

I feel like I need some encouragement, but then I also feel like said encouragement would be useless, because I have some sort of railroad switch in my brain that routes all complements I receive into the "Well, they're just saying that to be nice" category.

Awful, no?

I just need to finish an anthology and then PREPARE YOUR BUTTS.

Just once I want a browser that doesn't go all Pac-Man on my RAM, but until then~

>Pac-Man on your RAM
What kind of 1999 computer are you using?
Man. Let's see how much Firefox is eating currently (too much I'm sure but I don't give a shit)--
almost 300MB.
But I have 6GB so it's okay.

I'm about 99.9% sure that e-publishing is going to be what I do, instead of traditional publishing. I went from being about 50% sure to about 75% sure to about 90% sure and then back down to 75% sure, but now I'm... well, yeah. I'm pretty convinced. The more I look into it, the more I think it's worth what risks there may be. It's not as glorious and romantic as traditional publishing, no, but I think for me and the way I tend to operate... it's the right thing to do. I really do think so.

k

"Windshifter" moral: The future may look kind of scary, but we should be optimistic about it because it's actually going to be awesome. Also, technology is pretty great because it was made by humans anthropomorphic animals, who are pretty great.

OHHHHHH BOY IT'S FURRY.
Well anyway I think I'm done with this nonsense.
Good luck selling your gay furry porn online.
Loser.

REMEMBER YOUR TRAINING! THE FURRIES ARE CUNTS!

Oh you furries. Incidentally, Atomic Coon, "coon" can be taken as a racial epithet, so you might want to be careful using that in publi-- just kidding I hope you do and someone kicks the shit out of you.

Got plenty of work in on Skate 2 tonight.

>Skate 2 (a video game)
>work
I think you missed the point, brometheus.

The scores are capped. Which means that if you exceed a certain number, you'll get no experience, no money, have your score negated, and booted out of the room.

The reason? People taking advantage of the various 'Super Jump' glitches (the common ones being the 'Torpedo' and the No Comply) that give the user extreme air, thus getting huge numbers in the events.

Sounds boring AND stupid.

In some other news, I decided not to try and fix the eyelet issue with my black jeankilt.

Jean skirt. You're wearing a skirt, bro. You're not fooling me with the "I'm Irish" bit because no one in their right mind dresses like that in the year 2009.

I like the extra freedom it has, and it more than likely won't be worn anymore outside the house.

Nope you can't play the "my huge cock and balls need more room than mere mortal shorts offer" because no one's dick is bigger than mine and I'm just fine.

Been playing a lot of D&D recently. Playing as a Halfling Cleric. A bad ass one at that. :D

>Dungeons and Dragons
>badass
Hmm.

Other than that, life has been kind of quiet. Have picked up coloring, though. It helps me pass the time and to keep me sane.

I always like these types. The "I MUST DO SOMETHING CREATIVE OR I'LL GO MAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Have you ever looked at people who are actually creative before? Most of them were, to put it mildly, "touched".
Also all of you furry artists draw in the exact same style. It's kind of eerie, in a funny sort of way, because then I get to imagine it's the same guy I'm picking on over and over.

And its the most awesome thing ever. Ever. o.o

I don't know what the most awesome thing ever is, but I know it isn't this (mildly pornographic, no nudity, and it is a cartoon dragon woman, so don't get excited).
... Is that a dragon? She has lizard wings, but-- oh who knows?

Job sucks. Boss is even worse. Threatened to take money out my pay check if I didn't replace a stupid trash can lid. It was a complete accident (and part of my Comedy of Errors that was yesterday).

I don't think you know what a comedy of errors is, although given that you made it a proper noun you might be referring directly to Shakespeare's "A Comedy of Errors" but even then I suspect you haven't read it (brotip: a comedy, by definition, ends on a high note, usually happy or at least lighthearted).

So I climb up and start making my way towards the cables. And I slip.

And fall right through the roof. D:

Such is the punishment for being a furry.

So while on one side, we won't have a fireworks display to witness for July 4th, we the furries will pretty much have rule over the city for the weekend. Huzzah.

I'm calling the Inquisition. ABHUMAN DEGENERATES!

My glasses are currently held together by a bent straight pin. I got them fixed, then proceeded to sleep on them. Again.

Idort.

Yeah, kinda creeped out. So I'm just gonna clean my piercing and get something in my stomach.

By "something" he, like all furries, means semen.
Hey look a picture of the guy. Huh, he's black.
I don't think I've ever seen a black furry before. I'd suspect they're somewhat of a rarity but I don't actually follow the deviant freaks so who knows?

So I won't be able to donate blood. Glee.

Oh no your life is now meaningless.
Just kidding it was meaningless before. Enjoy your existence~

I got three bottles of home brew in my mini-fridge and they be nice and cold. Went and got me some Giant fried chicken, and I gonna get Crunk the safe way: At home.

Uhhhhhhhhhhh
What?
Christ this drones on and on.
Let this be known, Atomic Coon: you barely qualified as someone I'd want to post about. You were boring and stupid, and if my options weren't as slim as they were I probably would have passed you up for stereotypical anorexic cunt number fifteen trillion. It's dire, bro. I suggest livening up some.

THE OMEN

The Omen is one of my favorite movies of all time. I think, in the discourse of the movie, everyone can learn what an omen is, and more importantly, what an omen definitely is not.

A double hamburger with 9 pieces of bacon, no fries, is NOT the same as a double quarter pounder with no cheese, extra bacon, and a medium fry... especially when your superior brings them side by side for comparison.

So you went to McDonald's, ordered a ridiculously specific sandwich (seriously, a specified amount of bacon? Can you be more OCD?) and then complained to the manager when you didn't get eight (UND PRECISELY EIGHT!) pieces of bacon? Now you can't eat there anymore because "Mr. Clerk" whom you've known "for three years" (close, first name-based relationship) will spit in your food because you deserve it.

Ageis J. Hyena, signing off, over and out.

Ageis J. Hyena. Really. I have to assume by uh-gee-is you mean "aegis" which is something entirely different than what you spelled. Aegis was a breastplate associated with Zeus or Athena and later came to mean a sponsorship. Ageis is... You made that the fuck up.

So yeah. I have asthma, and my medication ran out. My normal "supplier" has left the country, literally.

Ha, ha shit sucks.

My father won't help me, he thinks asthma doesn't exist.

According to all my medical books it sure doesn't. What does exist, however, is DEMONIC POSSESSION. You're against God is the problem.
Ha, ha I fucking love the internet. She had a stupid poll that two people took and split the answers 50/50. Awesome. WHICH ISP SHOULD I USE? Use this one. No use the other. All she needed was a third "use neither of those shitty ISPs" and I would have voted for it, completing the dickery that is the internet.

Well shit, my brother is planning something and says I'll make trouble if I knew what it was.

Shit, destroyed.

Well shit. I donate $115 to pawpet, then I call a furry radio show to do a reading and talk for 15 minutes or so.

Pawpet. Also I like how you say you literally can't afford asthma medication and you're arguing with clerks at McDonald's about the price of a hamburger but still somehow find 115 dollars to donate to Pawpet. This reminds me of that one girl who was complaining about affording rent but managed to donate 8% of her paycheck to her church. This makes even less sense because you didn't have the threat of eternal damnation hanging over your stupid head.

for those of you under a rock, and I don't have the link handy, a couple in the UK is divorcing because one got caught with another person as an affair... in Second Life.

Yes, not following news in Second Life is really living under a rock.

So I recently did a reading for one of my repeat customers. It was a rather good one...

A what?

Nate, the roomie who is finally on his way out, let slip that my brother popped the question to his girlfriend. And apparently she accepted. Roughly 3 weeks ago.

I don't think Nate meant to let that slip, but he did.

Why do I have an overwhelming urge of dread over this?

I know your kind. You would have gotten an overwhelming sense of dread if he hadn't asked, had but she rejected him, etc. You just wanted to seem all cryptic and psychic then. Fuck you.

Though I did update my tarot site's profiles. They are reviewing profiles under new rules starting monday, and I tried my best to write them to go according with the new rules.

Maybe you have a different understanding of Tarot than I do, but I don't think there are "new rules". Unless you're playing a card game with them (which is their intended purpose) even then that's like saying "new rules for poker".

Had I of known. If only I had known. x.x The people down there are making fortunes as well as reading them.

If only I had've known. Also that's really archaic. "If only I had known" works just as well in 2008.
But forgive me I don't read fortunes like you, so please don't smite me with your furry precognition powers.

Ah well. I'ma websmurf a bit, then go back down and mingle s'more with a railroading lion, a cheetah-lioness, a kirin, and a tiger.

Lions and cheetahs can't reproduce, I don't think. A kirin, to you non-faggots, is either a chimerical mythical creature in Eastern Asian mythos, or a giraffe. You'd probably be better off saying "a HUGE WEEABOO FAGGOT" because that's the subtext.

Ok. Time to take a shower, finish quick-packing my tarot cards and my laptop full of fail, grab my tickets, my anti-asthma medicine, and walk the two miles to the train station.

Laptop full of furry porn more like. Don't lie, swami.

For one, every claim now needs to be verified. How the hell can I verify that I have 14 or so years as a tarot reader besides my own brain? Some fancy schmancy diploma? How does one measure an 85% accuracy rate?

If you only have an 85% with Tarot you're doing something way wrong. It should be 99% at minimum. It's so goddamn vague it can't help but be true. Ever wonder why the symbols are so generalized and vague as to relate to the human condition regardless of the human?

I'm bringing Emerald (my laptop) but I'm going to see if I can't do a format c: from DOS on that thing first.

You named your laptop and call it by its first name. Great. Also you could do a full format from boot by getting your operating system disc and sticking the bitch in there and following the onscreen instructions BUT THIS IS FURRIES WE'RE TALKING ABOUT. MUST DO EVERYTHING DIFFERENT.

Ok, this is getting really out of hand. I simply don't sleep these days. At best I can get in a 3 hour nap, but barely, and it doesn't do anything for me. Either I close my eyes and my mind won't STFU, I can't even close my eyes, or I simply can't relax enough to get to sleep.

Maybe you're finally turning into a cheetah or whatever the fuck!

And now it's having a big effect on me. I can barely do readings at the moment, AND I completely forgot all contact information for the job interview I have tomorrow.

It goes without saying that "readings" are basically idiot proof and for you to fuck it up this hard really says something about you.

It's 100% psychological. I'm sure of it. I wonder what my subconscious is so afraid of that it won't let me sleep so I can solidify my memories and get my thoughts straight.

I know what my subconscious would be afraid of. "Holy shit I'm a furry who reads Tarot for a living what the shit am I doing with my life?" It'd be one thing if you were Miss Cleo and turned this into a swindling empire but apparently you really suck at it.

I don't want to have to drop another 20 on a haircut. But. My hair is down past my shoulders now and if I had breasts and minus a mustache I would definately look like a girl (not like I wouldn't mind, being gender dysphoric and all...)

It's little wonder no place on Earth wants to hire you. Furry, Tarot card reader, "gender dysphoric" (future tranny).

Payment received from the tarot site via paypal, transfer request to my bank account in progress. I give them until Monday of next week.

I was expecting 1200, got 1100.

Shit maybe I should try my hand at this. It'd be easy money.

Can anyone tell me what "IRQL_IS_LESS_THAN_0" means?

Bad RAM. Get a new laptop.

I just had a BAD crash. Bluescreened after logging off Second Life.

Hurr durr.

Guess who started a game of Spore and who went halfway through the game before forgetting to save through the entire last level he played?

Casual fag.
That's it. I can't take any more of this bullshit. This guy's entire life reads like a parody written about furries.

Furries.

I had another entry about this ready to go, but upon rereading it I seem wholly confused. After much meditation on why that might be, I figured it out.
The furry community is confusing to navigate. The reason for this, as near as I can gather, is twofold: firstly, it lends to the image that yes, they are special snowflakes. LOOK HOW UNIQUE THEIR WEBSITES ARE! Secondly, it keeps strangers out. For a community that proclaims to be so open-minded and accepting, they certainly get offended easily. Very easily.
So it is with some glee that I can safely lump them with goths, emo kids, and the rap community. While they proclaim to be so unique, in reality they are just embracing a different set of cliches.
But my previous post (that I doubt I'll post since it isn't very interesting) did serve a purpose. I straightened the entire mess out.
Today's subject matter can be found here:
http://xerxesqados.livejournal.com/2008/07/31/
I hope you enjoy this post. I mean really, genuinely enjoy it. Getting this far easily took two hours. While that doesn't sound like a ton of time, when you're wading neck-deep in the sea of shit that is the furry community it's a life sentence.
So immediately it has a system where you have to click a button to go back to the previous day, only unlike the other systems I've encountered this is even less convenient.
Eventually I found this post, but I'll be goddamned if I can figure out the date when this was posted. It only lists the time.
So whatever I'll just fly blind.

My first search there was, well, "furry." Because duh. That's the first thing that comes to my mind. It got no results at all, not even when I turned Safe Search off.

This is about a new search engine called Cuil. Some might say it's a good thing that nothing came up, but whatever.
I go further back and I find a post about some grand injustice rendered unto him by a friend.
No just kidding his friend signed off the internet in a way that made him think of ending the friendship.
I can only imagine his ego, like all furries, is that fragile that you have to walk on egg shells at all times when around him.

I just started a conversation with a friend online.

Asked how he was, he said he was good, then asked me how I was. I told him that I'd been bored lately, hadn't had so much as a good friendly chat with anyone in the past few days. In addition, I had found out a cough I've had was actually bronchitis, which antibiotics were helping but it was still bad. I wait a bit, and his response is:

"Bah. Not fun. Well, I gotta head out somewhere today. Feel better."

And within two seconds, before I can even begin typing a response, he signs off.

What really gets me here is that the contents of the message made him THINK he was being nice to me. Three out of his four sentences were aimed at comforting me. But to say that and then immediately disappear negates everything and makes me feel like I'm not cared about at all and not even worth properly closing a conversation with.

I'm not sure what he could have done differently. Waited an additional minute? This isn't the phone. I know when I'm talking to friends online and someone has to go it is a near instantaneous sign-off. I never fault them, though. GOTTA GO BBL and they're gone. Shit, that's how I do it too. In fact I just assumed that's how everyone did it. Further, I always think they're probably off doing something cool. Good for them.
I am happy for them, though. They're seeing a movie or something. I can't imagine actually wishing to hold a friend hostage like that. Hostage to my bizarre tantrum, in the case of this furry.

And once again he proves that he may be unable to do that. This is not a case, as I see it, of active contempt. It's a case of not knowing how much of a fucking cunt you're being with one simple action.

Jesus fuck what was he supposed to do? When the entire situation could have been allayed by him sticking around an additional 30 seconds I think it's time to look at your definition of "contempt". To me, contempt is an open act of willful disobedience. I'm almost positive any decent dictionary would agree. The fact that you expect a friend's actions to be obedient to your will is a huge hint at what a monstrous egotist you really are.

We know cell phones cause cancer. That's because they are physical objects, which have been proven to cause cancer. LIFE CAUSES CANCER. We know. Stop spending money on finding the cause and cure the damn thing.

Thanks for the tip, doctor. Meanwhile, in reality, researchers have to discover the cause of something before they can treat it. It's like-- hmm. How to put this in terms you understand? I know. It's like making a fursuit with a dick hole cut into it so you can fuck people in the ass. You have to know what causes the suit (fabric and labor) before you can acquire one. Understand now?

If John McCain says one more fucking thing about him being tortured in Vietnam, I will chalk him up as having too much PTSD to even be a Senator.

The funny thing here is I bet if he went through a similar ordeal he'd never shut up about it. I didn't hear the speech but I'm sure it was probably tied to the war in Iraq somehow, and not just I WAS TORTURED VOTE FOR ME.

I'm not defending drinking and driving, but come the fuck on. You drink, drive, and hit someone. How many people here would spend the entire month or so it takes to get a judge to sentence you WALLOWING IN SELF PITY?

I'm not really sure his point, here. It seems to be that you can drink and drive, and then hit another person and you shouldn't feel bad about it.

Yeah, you should feel bad. But to the point that it consumes your life? No. These judges think it means these kids have 'bad character" just because they aren't fucking cutting themselves for the rest of their lives over a DUI.

Oh, okay. As long as you feel bad it's okay. But it shouldn't consume your life. Not, you know, hitting a woman hard enough to critically injure her. Go on with your life, because I know she'll be the same after this.
What my purple wolf friend seems to be flirting with is the notion of a bizarre ultra-free society where anyone can do anything they want and are trusted enough to not completely destroy society. While I'm sure a situation like that wouldn't necessarily doom the world, or even cause a huge anarchy (most people don't have fun raping and pillaging, or so I assume) it is probably a good thing that there are consequences for running people over. With a car. While drunk.

More and more, nihilism is appealing to me. It just seems so logical that there isn't shit we can do to change the fact that there is really no point to fucking anything. It's hard to find happiness at the moment when I'm just surrounded by a complete lack of existence. The world is becoming 0, no, off, void, null, negative, and maybe that'll change, but honestly I don't know how long I can last without flipping the fuck out.

I'd call him a threat to other people but I'm sure he's too much of a crybaby to do anything.
I suggest subscribing to a philosophy that doesn't make you look like an emo cunt. While zero may be nothing, it also represents infinite possibilities. While I'm sure you're far too unimaginative and lazy to do something about that, but you could do something with yourself.
Want to see some of his art? This contains MALE NUDITY so if you're easily offended by weird, shriveled animal dick-- I suggest getting out more.
http://xerxesqados.livejournal.com/79379.html#cutid1
I cannot get over the bizarre head. It looks like his head got crushed in a vice and now he's THE LAUGHING MAN and his dick is out because he has another brilliant plan to foil Marcel Dufarge.
Or maybe his plan is to put Detective Dufarge in a fursuit and fuck him in the bum.
Well at any rate it seemed brilliant on paper.

Oh. My. God.

So today I came across my first blog that had an age warning. "Only click here if you're 14 or older!" it said. Sweet, PG-13 sex scenes, or so I reckoned.
Needless to say it wasn't anything as great as seeing a dark half second of side boob. In fact, one might argue this is a horror of the internet instead of something fantastic.
Ever read the Cthulhu mythos and wondered what knowledge could be so horrible that it causes madness? Or been playing Warhammer and wondered how the shadow of the warp could be so horrific it causes psyker heads to explode?
Well now I'm starting to get a vision of how that might work, and it has something to do with this:
http://community.livejournal.com/babyfur/643042.html
For those fortunate enough to have remained ignorant to this phenomena so far: allow me to educate you.
I'll tell you the same story I was taught to understand (and hate) the furry:
Billy and Joey have to do a research project on Cheetahs. They both go home and type it into Google. They even find where Cheetahs live!
They both present their projects the next day and get an A. Billy goes home and hangs his paper on the refrigerator, then goes outside.
Joey decides to make an anatomically correct fursuit, complete with dickhole cut out so he can fuck other people in fursuits in the ass.
So that's a furry. While what consenting adults do behind closed doors is really none of my goddamn business (and I could give a shit how many dickholes your fursuit has cut into it) these furries are renowned for causing huge fucking drama for no reason.
Indeed, if they found this post (fat chance) I could easily stir up drama simply because I posted something NEGATIVE ABOUT THEIR PRECIOUS LIFESTYLE.
Oh yeah, that's another problem. They call "fetishes" "lifestyles". Foot fetishists keep that shit to themselves. It's their own private shame, and no one faults them for it. But these furries flaunt this shit all over the place like it somehow makes them a superior human. I had a class with this one guy once who insisted on being called "Fox" and wore a stuffed fox tail on a belt daily.
That's the level of nuttiness that swirls around this fetish, like a tornado of shit.
But on to the actual blog.
First entry is about "clorophyll (sic)". "What, that stuff that gives plants their green color?" I asked to no one in particular. "No. This is furries we're talking about, after all!" replied no one.
Mmmm.

Every so often the subject of Chlorophyll comes up in our circles, usually in question to it's effectiveness. I have some observations I think worth sharing/confirming.

Like some cubs I know, we have had a desire to go "full cub" by messing our diapers whenever and wherever we please. I'll admit, I am one of those freakazoids that gets a thrill from such things; but that is an issue for another post. The rest of the community rightfully frowns upon this, because we try and not bring anyone else into our fantasy by offending them with our odiferous britches. Using chlorophyll addresses this issue in a grand fashion.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. By the way, furries, like most things on the internet, have the incredible ability to mutate to the point where you're sure this is one guy in Oklahoma posting. No one could be that freakishly specific about their kink.

I've been taking Clorophyll religiously for about ten days now. I got 30 generic, 60mg capsules from Whole Foods for $5.99 (plus tax). 100 mg capsules were available for $8.99.

I have no idea what Chlorophyll does to a human system, but I can only imagine altering the flora of your gut that much would cause insane problems.

1. The label says "once a day", but I was told a long time ago to take one or two at every meal. The chlorophyll works directly with the food as well as the digestive system. If I have a spicy food like pizza or a burrito, I'll take two capsules.

What pizza is spicy?

2. Chlorophyll seems to make me "retain", at least at the outset. So far I have consumed about 10 times more food than I have evacuated (yes, I keep track of these kinds of things). I must have gained 8 pounds in the last week from retention alone, otherwise I don't know where else it goes, and when (or if) it'll ever come out.

Jeeeeeeeeeesus Christ. I hope it never comes out and you get sepsis.
To keep this post shorter than my recent behemoths I'm going to move on, but I'd like to mention this post is only half over. He goes on about the wonders of chlorophyll for another nine paragraphs.
Going back, I come to this:
http://community.livejournal.com/babyfur/631504.html
Whoever this is paid for that. I can only imagine it cost around thirty dollars. An enterprising person might notice the poor quality of it and decide to make these things for those idiots full time, and let me tell you: others are way ahead of you. That's right: this fetish has grown so much there are leeches who can do this practically full time.

Happy berfday to da most awesome-est husky(except for me, but we can pretend for today) in teh whole wide world, LSH, enjoy it, wherever you are.

(note that I am a day ahead of most of you... it's the 28th here)

Apparently they do type like that. Also I would like to point out, no one involved is actually a dog. They may pretend they are, but they are, in fact, a human.
Many furries claim some sort of spiritualism from this, sort of like animism or totemism (so like how Native Americans might have believed in great animal spirits) but unlike a legitimate spiritual practice they think they actually have animal spirits trapped in them, somehow.
Also if this were true I would think you'd occassionally find a furry claiming to be a sperm whale or a snail or something, but oddly 90% of furries are foxes. Go figure.
Now there's an entire post about bubble baths. What.
The next post was made in 2015. Apparently they can travel through time.

You're a Foxkitty?

My interest in Furry is more casual at this point, but if/when I develop a furry persona she will probably be a polymorph who spends most her time in the shape of a fox or a cat. Either that or as a Fox who acts like a Cat or something.

And I could probably friend a few more babyfurs.

Niao! :)

A furry persona. That really does speak volumes about the whole supposed "spiritual" angle of this. A persona is, at least classically, a mask. For theater. That is, a mask you put on to become like someone else, not actually someone else.
In psychiatry it is the personality we put on for others, based on our current social situation.
A cynic might take this choice of words and say this entire "lifestyle" is contrived for the purpose of attention.
So that's it. That's all I have.
My advice for everyone, not just people who run blogs, is to not be a furry. It turns you into a cunt.