Of late, I've been feeling furrier than usual. Maybe it's my beard? Maybe it's the excess of free time and shortage of money, employment, and real-world friends in this backwater town of hicks and hippies? Note that I said shortage, not absence - I'm not looking for pity, just trying to keep it real with myself and with you, the imagined audience. The phenomenon of FA seems to generate a sort of social momentum: the more time I spend on here, the more cool artworks and people I find, and the more I want to interact with them, so after nearly four years of lurking in the shadows, making the occasional comment on this or that artwork, I'm stepping out into the fuzzy sunshine and trying to become an upstanding member of society. I'm reading your journals. I'm writing my own. I'm "developing" a character and, lord willing, funds permitting, commissioning some works to support the talented folks out there whose art has kept me entertained and enthralled (probably too strong a word but I'm a sucker for alliteration) for countless hours.

YO WORLD I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR ME - Humpty