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18 years ago
....the condoms. Yo. :/
"The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things/hates about yourself" and people who get tagged MUST write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things/hates as well as state this rule clearly. "
(So there, I cut and pasted, proving I can do at least one thing competently with a computer. Huzzah and three shakes of a lamb's tail for me.)
"In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names."
(Except I ain't gonna. *ptptptptptptpt*)
"Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" on their User Page comments and tell them to read yours."
(Which I won't do. It stops with me, pal. Right here.)
1. I talk for my dogs. Barnum 's voice sounds kinda like Richard Nixon's if Richard Nixon were a surfer dude. Ellie Mae sounds like a little princess, because she IS a little princess, unless she's eating another dog, in which case she's a straight-up psycho mamma jamma.
2. When under acute pressure from work, I often cease to shower or shave 'til the job's done. I'd probably change this habit if I had a partner. Then again, maybe not. It isn't as if I'm running marathons every day.
3. I invent songs. Stupid ones, for the most part. They usually come about during the performance of domestic duties, such as cooking. The Chicken Boob Song, for instance, sprang to mind whilst I was cleaning a pair of chicken boobs. Bet you didn't see that coming, didja?
4. I sneeze in Japanese.
5. I do a damn good impression of a sheep, and a donkey's bray. I have scared the hell out of friends with my donkey impression. Mostly because it's loud and I didn't warn them beforehand.
6. I love big chairs, and I slouch my way into 'em. If they made a Papasan with decent back support, I'd live in the fucker.
The Berb officially disassociates himself with any of his creator's habits. He's got his own quirks and doesn't want them contaminated with hyuman cooties.
"The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things/hates about yourself" and people who get tagged MUST write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things/hates as well as state this rule clearly. "
(So there, I cut and pasted, proving I can do at least one thing competently with a computer. Huzzah and three shakes of a lamb's tail for me.)
"In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names."
(Except I ain't gonna. *ptptptptptptpt*)
"Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" on their User Page comments and tell them to read yours."
(Which I won't do. It stops with me, pal. Right here.)
1. I talk for my dogs. Barnum 's voice sounds kinda like Richard Nixon's if Richard Nixon were a surfer dude. Ellie Mae sounds like a little princess, because she IS a little princess, unless she's eating another dog, in which case she's a straight-up psycho mamma jamma.
2. When under acute pressure from work, I often cease to shower or shave 'til the job's done. I'd probably change this habit if I had a partner. Then again, maybe not. It isn't as if I'm running marathons every day.
3. I invent songs. Stupid ones, for the most part. They usually come about during the performance of domestic duties, such as cooking. The Chicken Boob Song, for instance, sprang to mind whilst I was cleaning a pair of chicken boobs. Bet you didn't see that coming, didja?
4. I sneeze in Japanese.
5. I do a damn good impression of a sheep, and a donkey's bray. I have scared the hell out of friends with my donkey impression. Mostly because it's loud and I didn't warn them beforehand.
6. I love big chairs, and I slouch my way into 'em. If they made a Papasan with decent back support, I'd live in the fucker.
The Berb officially disassociates himself with any of his creator's habits. He's got his own quirks and doesn't want them contaminated with hyuman cooties.
*hugs* Thank you for thinking of me, though. :D
Frequent posting of art is key if you want to get popular. It helps to be a good artist, but if you don't post a lot, or post stuff that doesn't push the right buttons, you won't attract the masses.
The truth? I'm happy doing my own weird thing. I do furry art for fun, and fun only. I'm glad that some folks dig it (like you!). I think my days of doing purry forn are pretty much done. There's plenty of folks (again, such as yourself) who do it well, so's I've got eye-candy when I wants it. I'd rather spend my time doing wacky stuff like Banana-Beak. That'll probably take a chunk out of my audience, but that's ok. No harm, no foul.
Glad to learn I'm not the only weird songwriter here. ;)
And hell...I've been known to change my mind. ;)
Chick Chick-en, Chick-en Boob,
Chick-a Chick-en, Chick-en Boob,
Chick Chick-en, Chick-en Boob.
And then the horn section kicks in...
Not that it's ever gotten me a lick of work, mind you.
At least that's the story I'm sticking to at the moment. I may make a go of it after breakfast.
The shower bit, I don't know how you manage that. I loathe my beard hairs (especially on my neck! You're not supposed to get a freakin' beard on your neck!) and am desparately addicted to showering.
And the donkey thing... mmm. I can't do that either. My buddy and sister-of-sorts, Tessa, does an amazingly good and loud impression of a pissed off cougar, but I can just imitate wolves (can't everyone?) and vaguely do hyena impressions... but not well.
My pups are my kids. I guess I'm doing what any proud parent does...after a fashion. Or maybe it has more to do with being a bachelor and growing increasingly strange in my years.
I can only go so long before facial hair compells me to shave...and then I might as well shower, too. I think the longest I've ever gone is ten days. After a certain point I disgust myself and have to deal with "it". As to how I manage "it"....laziness. I'd rather get straight to painting/drawing, since that equals money.
Baths, now there's something I can get into, especially if the tub's big enough to accomodate my full frame. Big o' clawfoot tub full of hot water and bubbles....*sigh*