Anyone ever just go back through your submissions, looking at all the works you've gotten over the years, seeing all the people whose sonas yours are with, and the artists who drew you?
Then you click on their profiles, and you see that their last submission, last journal, last favourite, was 5, 8, 10 years ago? They just left one day and never posted again.
And you think about where they are now, if they're doing ok, if they're thinking of you, if they still look at that commission and laugh or smile?

I hope those people are ok. I still remember you.

Hey, so I've gone and done the whole bandwagon thing and got myself a Blue Sky. I was going to get a Twitter to follow artists who don't post here, but after it shit itself and imploded recently I decided to go where all the furries are going. Not only because I want to be more active in the fandom, but I love the idea of us all turning this social media site into "the furry one" of all the social media sites XD
So find me, (@tachmaney) ;3
Oh and if you're hanging out for an invite code I should be able to spare one when I earn one.

Well, so ends another Dust Hustle, and my fucking Honda let me down again.
While at least last year it went half the day before shitting itself, this time it was turn one of track one. Spent 5 minutes kicking it over, it'd run for a minute, then die again. Repeat all day. We didn't really fix it so much as find a way to un-fuck it faster, which was by pulling off the fuel line and putting it back on again, which would indicate its something in the carby not letting the fuel flow freely.
But as bad as my day was I did not have the worst. No that would be the poor bastard who had to be medevac'd out by helicopter after copping a suspected broken pelvis, at least according to the track official I talked to. Was a hell of a thing to suddenly have dozens of bikes halt mid-race to watch a helicopter circle the fields at treetop height before landing in the car park.
But yeah, despite all this, and the rip off that was a "large" coffee smaller than at Maccas small cup that cost $9, I will be going again. Because where else can you see absolute mad lads tonking about on dirt tracks on bikes not meant to go offroad, or bikes that ARE but in silly costumes? Or the one guy who put the entire fiberglass shell of a jetski around his CT110...

Last year I attended a motorbike event called Dust Hustle. It's a sort of free-for-all rally where the intention is to take motorbikes that have absolutely no business leaving tarmac and put them on an MX course. I bought myself an ancient Honda CT125 farm bike for the job, though it does have slightly more offroad credentials than say the utter maniac with the ST1100 Honda fanging it around, it is still a very old very underpowered bike. I had an absolute blast, and so hopefully I'll be going again this year if I can grab a spot.
I doubt anyone who watches me is local to SE QLD, but on the off chance you are why not swing by Queensland Moto Park on July 29th out Boonah way, or better yet if you got a bike you can get knobbies for and don't mind risking why not enter with me?

So it's been a while since I've posted anything here, 4 years in fact. Lotta things have happened in that time, my Dad died, I moved out into my own place, lost my job, got a new job, been on two holidays with  spinningpeanut , one where she came out here and one where she met up with my family and I in Hawaii, and now we're making plans on getting her immigrated to Australia.
So yeah life got in the way massively, didn't have money for commissions for a long time, I'll probably do a couple here and there but nowhere as much as I used to. I haven't left the fandom I've just had a change in life priorities.
I made this I guess to anyone who was curious to where I went and if I was ok who didn't already know, to say yes I am still here and yeah I'm ok. :3

Just popping out to the USA, anyone want anything while I'm there? ;p

(Going for 3 weeks, enough for TFF and my birthday)

Ever see something that looked like it was going to be interesting, but you couldn't keep watching because maybe you were in a car or too busy or something?
Other day I rode past a house that I'd been by a few times, and it's very obvious a Hindu family lives there. There's a statue of Ganesha in the garden, some prayer poles, the om symbol above their door, the name on the letterbox too was very Indian sounding.
And there I saw, standing at the door of this house and ringing the doorbell, two Mormon missionaries...
Man I wish I hung around XD

Any Aussies or Kiwis will know that today is ANZAC Day, and it is the most significant one since its inception. It's the 100th anniversary of the landings at Gallipoli, and it has been met with record turnouts to dawn services, military parades, heaps of collectable merchandise and all that.
I was at the Brisbane dawn service, because seeing as I couldn't attended the ones at Gallipoli itself I thought I'd better do something to participate. The host of the ceremony made note that, as the 100th ANZAC Day, we should all think about what it means to us, individually.
I found myself thinking back to more than 20 years ago. I was maybe 5 or 6. I was at an ANZAC Day parade in Melbourne with my Grandad, a veteran of WW2. He never talked much about the war, not to me and my brother at least, except to tell us how horrible it was and to show the four bullet scars he earned in 1943 in Borneo to drive in that point; two in his chest, two exit wounds in his back.
I remember being at that parade, holding my Grandads hand, watching the marching soldiers go by. I remember there came, slowly, some men who were much older, much fewer in number than the rest. Some walked, most rode in jeeps, waving at all around. They were veterans of WW1, men in their 90s, some maybe 100 quite probably, as this was in the early 1990s.
I remember there was one, in a jeep, his face was ancient and lined, massive wrinkles and jowels, his nose was plugged with hoses for the oxygen tanks beside him. He wore a dark suit, wide brimmed hat, and a chest full of medals. He waved and waved, looking all about. And then he looked right at me, just for a moment, no more attention paid to me than any of the other children there I'm sure, but no less either I'd think. A slight smile, a wave, and then he was gone, along with the others as the passed along the street.
And now they're all gone. There are no more living veterans of the First World War. Any kids of mine won't be able to ask them about their experiences, or see them in parades. They're all a part of history now, as disconnected as people who served in the Boer War, or the American Civil War, or the Napoleonic Wars.
How long until we run out of WW2 veterans? It's already happening. My grandad died in 1995, but at least I got to hear some of his stories first hand. My Nana, though she was only a teenager durring WW2, lived through the Blitz, and is now 86. She told us the story the other day how she and her brother, my great uncle, decided to stop in a tobaccanist to buy their father a cigarette lighter as a birthday gift. In the store they heard the air raid sirens blare, before a huge explosion rocked the street as a bomb detonated down the road. If they hadn't had stopped, they would've been right under it.
Guys, most of us have grandparents who, if they didnt fight, at least lived through the Second World War as children and young adults. Their stories of everyday life in that time are a gift to us, a side of history hardly ever shown in books and movies. Small, personal stories, funny and tragic and thought provoking. You owe it to them to listen and remember. I urge you, go now and talk to your grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts, relatives and friends. Listen, learn, record for future generations their stories before they're lost to history.

So I was in a second hand bookstore, looking as I do through the war section (disturbed to see all the Korean War books had been bumped to the "Other Conflicts" section) when I happened upon a copy of Mein Kampf (aka Hitlers books). Not unusual, even if it was a German language copy which I've never seen before. Being what looked to be a university textbook it had an insert at the front with other books in the series, and also showed that there was also an English language audiobook of Mein Kampf available.
So I thought "Whos job was it to do the reading for that?" Did they just rock up at the office and find the script on their desk? Or did they choose it? What if it was a celebrity reading? Which celebrity would do it, for fun even?
And then I spent the day laughing imagining different celebs doing readings for the Mein Kampf audiobook XD

List so far:
- Brian Blessed
- Mel Gibson
- Gilbert Gottfried
- Christopher Walken
- Morgan Freeman
- Jeff Goldblum

So I was just thinking, what if they replaced all the animals on the Chinese Zodiac with items off a Chinese takeout menu?
So I might be born in the year of the Mongolian Lamb special, or the year of the Szechuan Beef with steamed rice.

God if I think of this shit sober, what would I think of if I get stoned?

So I went to see Godzilla today (and it was awesome) but as I was taking my seat in the mostly empty theatre, it being 1pm on a Monday, I noticed the few people comming in were making for specific seats in particular. Kinda like how I was doing XP.
So yeah I'm wondering what seats in a movie theatre are the ones you prefer to sit in?
For me it's right up the back row, in the very middle. :3

On my delivery run there's a stud farm for shetland ponies called "Indiana Stud" which has a Native American's head with feather headress as their logo. I reckon a better name for a shetland pony stud, if they wanted to keep the Indian thing going, would be "Little Big Horse Stud" ;p

Do people who live in an RV have house keys, or car keys?

A few years ago when I worked for the Queensland government as an exterminator, I was driving the work van and had stopped at some traffic lights. Enter Sandman by Metallica came on the radio and I was tapping the beat out on the steering wheel. Alongside us pulled a police car with two cops in, and the one in the passenger seat was was tapping the dashboard to the same beat as me.
We caught each others eyes, smiled, he gave me the metal horns while the other cop driving shook his head and went off when their light was green.

And that's how I learned police cars have music radios :3

If I was in a band, I could win Grammys and Arias and go platinum and get all manner of accolades, but I wouldn't consider myself or my music a success until Weird Al did a parody of one of my songs.

You guys ever think what shoes would be like if we had never invented socks?
I should've gone to work an hour ago but this has been on my mind...

Was walking through the lounge when I caught a bit of what was on the TV in there. It was the after news current affair show, you know the ones where they chase dodgy tradesmen and insurance fraudsters through carparks yelling "WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO HIDE?!!!", and tell you which mundane household object or daily activity will definitely kill you and your whole family (under a very particular set of circumstances).
Well anyway they introduced some elderly woman who'd been the victim of some sorta scam as a "retired Frenchwoman". My first thought was along the lines of "You can retire from being French?", followed by "Can I become Norwegian when I retire? I'd like to try that one out.".
So yeah, thats what my brain has just been doing. ;3

OK get this. I have an idea for a James Bond film.

The current Bond (Daniel Craig) is sent to take out a terrorist played by Sean Connery. However, Sean Connery is in fact playing the same but older James Bond as he did in the 1960s. He reveals to Craig that he isn't the first "James Bond" as it's a persona handed onto new agents for MI6s most dangerous missions, and that when they're through they assassinate them, select a new Bond, and repeat. Connery was thought killed but has been planning all these years to stop MI6's Bond Program, and with the help of the now turned Craig he does so.
There could also be a twist in that Connery IS a terrorist AND a previous Bond, only while the others retired in secrecy he went rouge and insane.
Also the old James Bond actors could have cameos to show their assassinations (or one comming forward to show Craig that Connery is insane)

What do you guys think?

It's October. The second week of October. And there are already Christmas decorations up in the shopping centres and the stores themselves, in addition to their Christmas merchandise main floor displays being up. And now, I just saw my first Christmas TV ad of the year...
To me, Christmas doesn't start til the 1st of December, anything before then is too early and I refuse to take part in anything Christmasy before then >.<

UPDATE: Another add, where some woman exclaimed "I'm nowhere near ready for Christmas yet!" as her friend flaunted her horde of food and decorations. Of course you're not ready for Christmas, it's fucking October! >.<

I don't like Big Brother. And I kinda upset some people at the place I work with my... opinions on it and the people who watch it (which seemingly every-fucking-one does where I work). However, while waiting for a pizza I thought of things they could do that might get me to watch...

1: Switcheroo
Have 2 identical Big Brother houses, with 2 separate groups of contestants who know nothing of each other (ie, each group believes themselves to be the one and only group of contestants). One night, a person from each house is switched to the other without themselves or the others knowing. Upon waking, there will be general confusion as the person insists they are a contestant yet knowbody knows them. To add to this, security will 'stop' the show and take the person into custody, demanding who they are and how they got in, and what they did with the person they replaced.

2: Pandemic
Allow the housemates access to some carefully controlled and completely fake news reports. Start small, a bigger than expected flu season, a few random deaths, mostly of the old and sick. Then kick it up a little, let slip little notes about a 'mutated strain' and 'epidemic'. Make references to large number of deaths in poorer nations, airport closures to flights from those countries...
Then nothing.
Let a day go by, no word from BB, no word from the host or cameramen, streets outside are quiet. Day two, still nothing. Housemates, getting uneasy, try the doors. They'll be locked. Outer walls are too high to climb. If they wait it out, by day three the power is out, but this unlocks some of the doors. Scrambling outside, they'll find that the (studio) streets are deserted.
This one might be the hardest to pull off, requiring a studio lot and possibly diverting flights, but I would definitely watch a few peoples reactions to thinking they've survived a killer flu >:3

3: Nobodys
Lock the idiots in the house, give them food and water and a playstation, but dont record anything they do, or broadcast it. After 3 months let them out to the realisation nothing they did was ever shown on TV and nobody knows who they are XD

Get yourself a dark bomber jacket, a peak cap, and a hairdryer. Then go out onto the curb and kneel over the hood of a car and point the hairdryer at passing motorists. See how many slam on their brakes and drop to the speed limit XP
PROTIP: find a car that looks police-like to lean over ;3

When you see someone talking to someone else and you have something to say, do you just butt right in over the person talking if you want, or do you wait? Or is it that I just dont talk loud enough and people think I just stand there with my lips moving while staring at people? Because that could explain why I'm always being interrupted by everyone, even my own family.
Or is it that people just don't give a fuck?
I am annoyed yes. I want to get drunk and break something now...

Do you guys reckon it'd be possible to hire a professional assassin, but not get them to kill someone, instead get them to use their skills to throw a pie in face of a politician or similar person?

I think I could go into business making and selling conterfit leather labels of designer jeans makers, so people could sew them over the labels on their cheaper jeans :3

If our bodies are supposed to be temples, how come we aren't exempt from taxes?