Recently I've gotten more than one Note from people that I've never spoken to before. At least three individuals, in fact.

Apparently, someone with the AIM handle Aerthefox is going around getting into relationships with people, offering them places to stay and/or hooking up with them before disappearing off the face of the planet.

Then, these poor souls come to me and ask me where the fuck "I" have gone and disappeared to.

I would like to take a moment to clarify myself in case you have me mistaken for this other Aer fox person:

[x] I do not live in London (I live 6 hours away from London)
[x] My name is not Stormie
[x] My AIM handle is not Aerthefox
[x] I have never used the aim.com email system

I am in fact:

[x] Cynical and grumpy
[x] Hermit-like and don't give out my AIM to many
[x] Live way up in the North-West of England

Please tell this other Aer Fox person that they are entirely unoriginal and need to fix their life practises. Please get in touch with the polite gentleman you promised a couch to for a week and please resolve your issues with your other boyfriend.
Thank you.

Edit:
No like, guys I don't care that someone else has the name Aer Fox and that they're getting confused with me.
I just care that this person is getting into super srs online relationships and getting the other people to come up to visit them in England and then blowing them off before they even get there k

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Alright so I routinely listen to a lot of dancecore and shit.
It makes me work faster.

So I'm wondering -- Is basically everyone who ever gets their shit remixed onto some kind of CD a knuckledragging simpleton? Is it too much to ask these people mixing up these sounds to perhaps use more than three lines or words from something else to make the song with? Preferably not prefaced by an incredibly egomania-trip:

"DJ Supafag mixes the tunes
That all ya'll gotta agree
Relax ya'll and make you chill
Man DJ Supafag is the best shit ever
Ya'll will rock forever
DJ Supafag makes the music
Cus DJ Supafag is in the house"
OH BABYYYYYY THIS SONG IS FOR AER
CUS SHE LIVE IN THE CLOUDS
SHE ONE CRAZY FOX
I CAN'T STOP FUCKING TALKING OVER BADLY LOOPING TRACKS OF CROWDS CHEERING AND WHISTLING YEEAAAAAA

~~ SHHHHHHYAAAAAA NA ANA NAN ANANA ANANANA NANANANA
uns uns uns uns uns
I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS

oh baby don't you know
i love you and i don't think
i quite know where it is you live yet
... WERE'Z DAT BEAT

uns uns uns uns uns uns
I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS I LIVE ON THE CLOUDS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII L L L
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII L L L
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII L L L
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LIVE ON THE CLOUDS

I LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDSI LIVE ON THE CLOUDS"

Renard I fucking dare you to make that song

But seriously it's just gotten to the point where I'm really at a loss trying to find some sort of cool, but dumb electronic crap where nobody is rapping, nobody is screaming their DJ name or singing the same three words; It's just pure awesome, upbeat electronic instrumentals the whole way through. A bit of voice sampling when used tastefully would be just peachy, providing it wasn't more generic rapfags, or some woman singing about how you can 'Make the sky turn purple, and you can make the sea turn turtle.'

Make the sea.
Turn turtle.
You can do that, apparently.

Oh, but you can't make her love you more.
Good. If she loved me less perhaps she'd stop screaming about turtles AND JUST LET THE SONG BE.

I am so sick of hearing an awesome electronic beat get going and some smooth melody starting to fold in around itself
And then some fucking faggot inevitably covered in cheap plastic dollar-sign jewelery starts shouting about his wheels or his K-marts or commenting about how hard the beat is.

The worst is when they ask where the beat is as some sort of segue I suppose into the song when a bit of silence is used.
UNS UNS UNS UN SSSS SSS ssss sss....
...
...
AW MOTHAFUKKEN BAYBEH WERE'Z DAT BEAT!?!?!??!
BBBBBBBB UNS UNS UNS UNS UNS

OH BABY SHE IN HEELS
OH MAN I WENT TO A K-MART
DAN DAN DAN DAN
OH MAN SOMETHIN ABOUT GIRLS
OH YEA
DAN DAN DAN DAN
IN BETWEEN MAH TOOOOOOOEEEES
GETCHA CASH UP

I have got to learn how to use some of these programs so that I can make some songs that I think don't suck.

So I had a dream the other night.

I was in Christian Weston Chandler's house, under orders from some authority that only makes sense to a dreaming person's head, that I had to be friends with him and make him happy, under pain of <insert something vague and terrible.>
I don't know who had 'ordered' me to, but I remember feeling that I absolutely had to follow these orders.

So I'm in his house feeling incredibly uncomfortable, surrounded by kitschy horrible furniture covered in years of neglected filth, dirt on the floors and cat crappings in the kitchen. I remember the smell was unbearable. Anyways he started talking about how he wanted me to be his 'Sweetheart to build from the ground up' and how we would have 'Crystal' together, and he started advancing towards me.

I got up and began to run, but all the doors and windows leading to the outside were jammed shut or nailed in with no hammers in sight. I tried breaking the window with one of the kitchen chairs, but my brain must've made it plexiglas or bulletproof or something because it was like Ripley smashing the chair in the rec-room to get herself and Newt away from the facehuggers.
In short the glass didn't fucking break, just kind of wobbled -- and mentioning wobbling, CWC was getting closer.

So I burst into every closet and room I could find, occasionally slipping on mess or stepping on toys littered around the house that hurt my feet.

Eventually, there was only one room left to get to, and I could smell fresh air coming from it so I burst in only to find that it was Chris' room itself. It was full of toys and Pokemon crap and junk and as I was running across to the window covered up by Pokemon card sheets I stepped on a bunch of legos or something that hurt my feet real bad and I fell over.

Chris came trundling in and I lay on my back looking up in horror as he reached out to touch me. I remember feeling completely reviled and choking on the stench of uncleaned room, mouldering old food, stale jizz and sweat. I also remembered weighing out which would be worse -- the fate that the great unknown had explicitly dumped on my head, or enduring his disgusting, quivering, sweating body...
'Oh jesus fucking christ, I have to make this guy happy or else xxx will happen, oh god what do I do!?'

I eventually just closed my eyes and scrambled and squirmed to get away from his awful striped-shirt grasp and ripped down the Pokemon card sheets covering the window, which was open. I remember kicking at him as he tried to grab my legs and worming halfway out the window, lego squares falling off my bare feet.

I looked up and out into the sunshine, and breathed fresh air -- and woke up.


HOW'S THAT FOR AWESOME
Yes I really had this dream, my dreams are ALWAYS this vivid

FOR THOSE OF YOU WAITING
I apologise profusely, I am still waiting on PayPal.
I have some cash that I am going to put through so that I can give people their rightful money.

Just as a note, I will not be doing commissions again, for a long time.
I am too busy, and can't handle them. I am not in the business of ripping people off. I have been completely overwhelmed with things, my workflow for those commissions I took ground to a complete halt and I am very ashamed of it.
I am so sorry, guys. I will let you know the second I get some cash in. Thanks for your continued patience. You guys are the best. <3
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No, it's not high rent, or anything like that.
My boyfriend is wonderful to me, the place where I live is just fine, I am thousands of miles away from my parents so it's not them, it's just stuff. Just stuff. :3

Recently I've been assaulted with various journals dealing with the subject of diddling animals. There are retarded arguments on both sides. In my dabblings with the community I have also been asked to draw characters with canine dicks and such things.

Myself, I find the sexuality of animals to be something of little more than a biological interest. I do draw furry art, and at times I do also draw adult furry art, however I firmly believe in the separation from fantasy and reality. I love dogs and would like to have one when I am stable and set up. I identify more with animals than I do with people. I want to throw a ball for a dog, feed it, train and play with it. I want it to be a companion for the 12-15 years it will live. I do not want to fuck it. A dog, to me, is not a sexual entity: A dog is a friend.

In all honesty, I think dog dicks are gross. The idea of sexual relations between a human and a dog is disgusting. I don't want your references of dog cocks, I don't want you going off to me about how awesome it is to fuck your dog, and I don't want to think about doghumping. I don't want to look at dog genitals, much less do I want to draw them. Least of all do I want to be grouped in with the people who do these things to their animals. I'm not interested and I don't want to draw my anthros with something that I feel closely ties into this.

Please note: I am not assuming/accusing that you engage in sex with dogs if your character has a dog cock, I just don't like the mental imagery.

Some people go off about how people hate bestiality for the same reasons that they hate homosexuality. Myself, I am not so foolhardy as to think my opinions on dogfucking will change anything, but I'm insulted by the idea that I don't like dogfucking because it's a natural expression of human sexuality. Being gay is a natural expression of human sexuality. Fucking other dudes or other gals or other transgendered/genderqueers is a natural expression of human sexuality. Choosing not to do any of those is one as well.

To me, animals are on the same mental comprehension/emotional understanding level as children. The sole difference is thusly; I fucking hate children, and love animals.

Arguably duping a child/animal into sex is not a natural expression of human sexuality, it is abuse and something akin to statutory rape. Everyone whines on and on about how "consent" is such an issue and the deciding factor on whether or not bestiality should be seen as wrong.

The fact is that you are always an authority point when dealing with an animal such as a dog, or a child. A young child will do almost anything you tell it to, because it sees you as its protector, someone who is looking out for its best interests and as a biologically instilled learning mechanism. You can dupe a child into "consenting" to have sex with you. It's entirely possible. Dogs have undergone domestication, which basically makes them act as juveniles their entire lives, and retain a very similar mental process as described above.

Children grow up and realise the terrors that happened to them. A lot of the time, it fucks them up for the rest of their lives. Animals don't get to grow up and reflect cognitively on things like this, but they can be screwed up all the same. Dogs that have been diddled can develop severe emotional/behavioural problems, and often cannot be re-homed. In those situations, they are often put down. There are medical issues on both sides in regards to engaging in this with animals. Human and dog semen are very different PH levels and both can damage the insides of each other. Don't even get me started on the idea of anal sex with an animal. Humans can do it just fine, with good communication and understanding of where both are in the process.

Animals are equal beings to me, I as a human am no better, higher up, or superior to them. I simply have an ability to plan things far in the future, and an advanced cognitive ability. That doesn't make me better, it makes me responsible. Out of respect and love for them, I would never take advantage of the fact that their minds are simpler. It is not acceptable to fuck children, so the same must go for animals, whom are permanently children.

Furry is not the same as bestiality, just as anime is not the same as paedophilia. There is fantasizing about something in the pretend world, and then there is bringing it into the real world. I understand that these things are not the same.

However, I don't want to draw dog cocks. I just don't like the thought, as to me, it ties in with this whole issue. For many people, it's just a differently shaped phallic object, and that's cool and fine too, I just would prefer not to partake in that. If your character has a dog cock, then whatever, but I don't want to draw your character in a sexual situation, then. God dammit whatever, this has gone on long enough.

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ICON REFUNDS are on the way for a few people, just dealing with Paypal, waiting for a couple things to be worked out. Thanks!

Yo guys

A while ago I took on some icon commissions. I did a number of them, but got overwhelmed with other stuff going on and just kind of hit a wild halt on them.

My PayPal account is currently locked down, some kind of routine checkup to make sure I'm not a filthy criminal, so I can't send any money out.
BUT. That's getting fixed TODAY, and then I can issue some much deserved refunds to people.

Just to let people know:
A few people have asked me about doing icons since and I have politely said no, I won't take anyone else's money while I still have work that needs to be done. I apologise for not being quick at these, I have greatly let myself down and I will not be accepting any more, as I don't want to be irresponsible.

Thanks for your patience, you've all been wonderful, and please bear with me as I deal with Paypal so that I can send you your refunds. THANKS!

You know, all the time I see websites, journals, frothing rants and constant berating on the part of women about men. I see insano feminist's movement websites, pamphlets, books, and media. I hear women scream out loudly about being objectified, being treated like meat, and crying out that they shouldn't have to prove their intelligence to everyone just to be accepted into a normal world, and that gender doesn't matter.

But the thing is... If gender doesn't matter, why is it so fucking important to them? Why is there some kind of implied comeradery I'm expected to join up into just because I have a vag? Why am I expected to bash men, hate on them, and expect only men to be liars, traitors, and cheaters? Why am I looked at strangely when I tell them to stop doing what they're blaming the men for?
Why is it that so many women hold themselves unaccountable for their mistakes, and instead push it onto being the man's fault? Why do they feel comfortable in their hypocrisies?

It's okay if a woman cheats on a man, she was doing it because he's a loveless scoundrel and deserves it.
It's okay if a woman lies to a man, she's just getting him to do the right thing.
It's okay if a woman condescends to a man, they'll never reach our superior level of intellect, anyways.
It's okay if a woman treats a man as a chunk of meat, they do it to us, right? It's time they had payback! Girls vs Boys in the most immature, intellectually-deficient slapfight of the century, fuck yeah!

All around me, on media and in real life, I hear the utterance of "Sexist pig!" under a woman's breath because a man hooted at her or some such thing. I will then hear her to go on about how she dumped her boyfriend because his dick wasn't as big as John's, whom she's been seeing for ages anyway.
It's fucking bullshit is what it is.
You can't yell at men for staring at women's exposed breasts on TV and admiring them, talking about how they've seen attractive girls lately, or be a consistently fussy cocktease and then go in your little flock of gaggling goose girlfriends to honk and flap on about the hottest guy you saw the other day at the mall, and how your boyfriend still can't find your clitoris because you won't tell the guy struggling to perform for you where the fuck it is.

Guys should just know where the clitoris and G-spot are, right? They should just auto-know exactly how to please you.
Oh, but giving them head is gross, so is learning the correct speed and pressure at which to handle a dick. That might degrade you, or, god forbid, make you seem interested in what's going on instead of appearing as a frigid, aloof little princess.

That's another thing I'm sick of hearing screeching about. The "degradation" of women, usually in reference to porn. Nevermind that the women in legal, well-made porn all agreed to appear in it and were paid for their performances in it. Nevermind that some women enjoy watching porn, and enjoy being in it as well. It's not some question of degradation. It's a fun sexual release and the female form is beautiful and easy to get off to. Get over it. Women are sex objects. So are men. That's kind of the way it's supposed to be.

Now, obviously, not all women are this way. But, I was raised in a very feminist household where men were bashed at every opportunity and little feminist houseparties were held, during which all the middle aged squawkers got together to bitch about the horribleness of men and what slimey bastards they were. I was sometimes slagged for having a lot of friends who were boys. I was expected to attend these. The majority of women in my life have behaved with this attitude towards men that really piss me off. If men are attracted to women, they're horrible monsters. If men are attracted to other men, they're geldings, women-by-honour and can be allowed in to the super secret cunt club to bitch more about men. And I'm fucking sick of it.

Yes, terrible sex based atrocities do occur. Rapes happen, spousal abuse happens, all sorts of horrible things happen. But a lot of people fail to realise that this sort of shit happens to men, too.
We have the vote, we have equal wages. Let's chill the fuck out a bit, shall we? Let's actually have learned something from the centuries of gender oppression, by not turning the fuck around and doing the same shit.

There are no men and no women. There are just people.

So I'm travelling around the anus of FurAffinity, spidering through comments to find other artists and shit and I notice this disturbing trend amongst furries that makes me rage hard enough to write about it on the Internet for five minutes before making a delicious sandwich and moving on with my life accordingly.

This propensity that furries have of always acting like they're in a fucking anime or manga or some shit, fancying themselves to be that annoying bitch in the episode that always gets raped through their pretty frilly panties and screeches during so like a cat in heat. You know, those loud characters that constantly stutter due to their apparently being entirely socially inept and keep telling the person ineffectually to stop pleasuring them.
God, can't you just get fucked relatively quietly?

These furries leave shouts on pages like:
"*Blushes heavily* U-u-uhm... Hello..."
Yes, the person in question bothered to type out their stuttering in the comment or shout or whatever it was.

Here's a FPSA:
You are not in an animu episode. You are not about to be buttraped by the super sexy 'bishie' you're super secretly in love with. Please immediately cease and desist being dysfunctionally shy to the extent that you can't even fucking type something on the Internet.

Kthx sammiches nao

My boyfriend and I are going to go see Ross Noble in May. :D

I'm sorry I haven't been updating. I had a bit of a scare this past couple weeks and needed some time. I still haven't coloured these icons, but I'll post the lineart now so you know I am doing something.

HAHAHA CHECK IT:
He gave me what I wanted

Yo Asshat or Madhat or whatevs:

1. No, never been molested as a child. Sorry to disappoint you.

2. YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE GONNA FUCK MY MOTHER. THERE WAS NO PROPOSITIONING OR COERSION INVOLVED. YOU STATED IT AS FACT.

Oh, Onideus. How many liaks does it take to get to the epicentre of furfaggotry?

So I really get annoyed when I say something like, "Oh, I like x. I think it's cute. I just got one yesterday, and it's fun." And then try to continue on with conversation...

Just to have someone shit all over it by being like "WELL, I HATE X. IN FACT, I HATE X AND Y. I HATE ALL OF X, Y, AND COME TO THINK OF IT, Z. I'M GLAD I GOT RID OF MINE. PEOPLE WHO LIKE X LIKE YOU ARE JERKS." With angry faces everywhere.
Like, dude, mellow out, nobody cares okay?

Sometimes I think people do this just to be "different."
They go all angry and piss all over people who like plants and fish and flowers and Pokemon with this unwarranted vitreol just to seem pretty awesome and cool.
WOW, YOU SURE DID TELL THAT DOG-OWNER THAT YOU FUCKING HATE DOGS. GOOD JOB THERE. YOU'RE SURE THE HARDEST MOTHERFUCKER AROUND, MATE. I mean, what's the point?

I do a fair bit of shitting on, myself, in regards to art. Not people's lifestyles (Unless they fuck animals for 100% real IRL, then I kind of shit on it if it's brought in front of my face.) You got a crazy fetish? Cool, I hope the things you need to satisfy that fetish are around for a good, long time. You wanna call me a jerk because I like tea or something? Go sit on a pin, y'fag.

So, I do have an LJ. It's kind of Friends Only though, but chances are if I know you, I'll add you. Yeah I don't know.

I'll rage about something later. I've just been noticing the beauty in things in tending my little aloe vera plant. It's grown so fast. Also I'm playing Pokemon and doing icons.

Hey guys, I am exactly £3 short for something I would like to buy.
If anyone would like to lend me that via PayPal, I can get them back for sure. :3

THANKS RENARD YOU'RE TRULY AN AWESOMEFAG
Also thanks Holmgren. :3

LIFESAVERS, THE BOTH OF YOU

It's all been progressing. Slowly, but progressing...!
I'm getting things off my list and approaching work I'd taken on more recently, which is nice.

I've been trying to relax lately, as my sleeping patterns were all kinds of fucked up for a week or two, I was getting up at like, 6pm and crashing asleep exhausted at around 8am. Not good. Finally have pushed it considerably forward, but it's not complete yet.

Being shrouded in darkness all the time makes my anxiety issues flare up to the fore with impressive and frightening volume. As I've been getting a little daylight, I've calmed down a little, and I started doing something that wasn't work to help chill me out. I've been playing Pokemon Diamond. :B YES, POKEMON.

Also MY STARTER CHIMCHAR IS SHINY, BITCHES. SHINY. YES. I'm only around level 11 right now so it'll be a while before I can trade. When I do it should be fun though. :D

So basically every day I have been working diligently at getting something off my list of shiz-to-do, being a productive motherfucker and getting stuff done. I have no problem with that, in fact, I generally encourage that. I work hard, I play hard. No harm, no foul. I'm not afraid of working hard.

Today I did absolutely nothing worthy of note or very productive in any sense or fashion. I sat around and laughed at the Internet the majority of the day. It was nice to take a break. I rarely take one of those.

But, nose to the grindstone tomorrow. I have like, 4 icons I need to do tomorrow.
YIFF YAFF YOFF

If you like making fun of everything FA has to offer, and desire a little bit more of the other side of WTF, then AntigenFA is for you. It's similar in some respects to WTF FA, but with some notable differences.

In before complaints:
I DO NOT TAKE THE INTERNET SERIOUSLY. NEITHER SHOULD YOU.

So, wash your hands and prepare to dress up some festering furry wounds, AntigenFA, for not taking the Internet seriously.

Sometimes people wonder why I am such a flaming asshat to people who scream about cutting themselves and threatening to commit suicide all over the Internet. Some people wonder why I am not sensitive to their 'plight,' and dismiss me as a pointless asshole.

The reasoning behind this is because I've dealt with friends who've committed suicide, and dealt with people who've actually had a cutting problem. I know that self injury is a genuine disorder and compulsion, I know that suicide is a tragedy. One of my good friends in highschool killed himself, and he didn't breathe a fucking word until he'd kicked the chair out from under his feet. I've had a bad home situation, been raped, I've been the reject in school, had gender issues and personality denials, I've lived on the streets... Pretty much the only things I haven't done as a result are kill myself, whore myself out, or resort to drugs. Basically, been there, done that.

At times in my life, I was really depressed and needed attention, but I never cut myself or threatened death. I did, however, know someone who really had the compulsion to cut herself, and it was a dark and twisted world she lived in. I remember the hot shame she bore when I saw her take her shirt off. Under her arms, near her armpits, where a t-shirt would even hide, were long gashes in the soft skin. I remember my astonishment as she broke down and told me everything.

People who really have these problems don't say a fucking word about it. They keep it a secret, write about it in diaries if anything and keep their scars and their hatred hidden. There was a chick in my highschool who wasn't very liked, and she ran around with plastic butterknife scratches on her wrists, barely broken the skin, charging through the halls screaming at the top of her lungs like a bovine kicked with a spur. It's these people I despise.

It's these people, who seem to think they are so dark and awesome because they are troubled, people who think they are neglected and treated like a slave because they (god forbid!) have to do some fucking chores in exchange for their free room and board, people who scream about how misunderstood they are and slash away on webcam, or threaten death every five minutes. I have no sympathy for them. None. None at all, and no one should expect me to, either. Not only have I been through the same or worse, but I lived through it and turned out okay.

I take personal pleasure in calling these people out on their bullshit. I stand in defense of people who really have these problems, and they should never be made a mockery of. Every time I tell some stupid fourteen year old to shut the fuck up and take out the garbage, that's why. Every time I say a poem about TRUE HEARTFELT DARKNESS is bad, that's why. Every time I loudly laugh at pictures of slashed wrists that aren't from documented police reports, that's why. That's why every time one of those fags deletes my comments and bans me from their page, I smile.

I'm not an asshole. I'm just against attention whores.

Fuck. Yes.

I just watched Heavy Metal again (The 1981 bastion of fuckawesome, not the failed abortion of a sequel) and hell yes this film kicks ass.

If you haven't watched it, you are not part of my generation and thus suck hard, so GO RENT IT OR OBTAIN IT ILLEGALLY OR WHATEVER RIGHT NOW.

Now. Time for some Cup-A-Soup. My insane MSPaint quota has been filled for the next five minutes.

So I really hate Second Life.
I've been on it, I've even spent money on it before, I've tried to get it working, and made it work for me. The issue isn't how inefficient the actual clunkmeister of a program is. It's the content and the attitude that comes with it.

It's the bane of online existence, it is everything that is chavvish or guidoish about the Internet, and it's slowly latching its hideous claw-prims into real life. Fat assholes meet on it, get married (on it since they can't afford a real wedding lololol) and get divorced in real life because they found their husband's imaginary internet body merging unrealistically with someone else's imaginary internet body. There's the sense of superiority and 'coolness' a lot of people who use it exhibit and it's just so retarded.

Firstly, Second Life looks fucking bad. Yes, there are some incredibly talented people out there who can make passable things in it -- By importing it from Maya or Sandbox or Zbrush or whatever usually. However, the movements are largely unrealistic, the clipping is worse than N64's Goldeneye, and the graphics, which is SL's entire point, are awful.

Even the premise is retarded, it's not so much a game as it is some fantastically ugly twin of the abortion that is Furcadia. It's a visually based chatroom.
Here's a better version of a visually based chat room: A bar.

OH WAIT. THAT'S ALL THERE IS IN SECOND LIFE, TOO. BARS AND GOREANS. Except you can't get drunk and make an ass of yourself in SL. At least, not to the same effect that you can in real life. Also, if you want to see bad CG characters fucking repetitively... Why not just get yourself a copy of Poser and make an animation loop? You won't have to meet anyone, there's no gay typefucking to destroy your faptime, and the characters will look better. (Though not by much.)

Oh whatever I had a point somewhere in this SL SUCKS BALLS.

Why is it that when random furries try to contact me, a lot of them use RP and babytalk?
I never respond to RP type comments, I never add in yips barks or mews into regular conversation, and I don't make it a habit of discussing my fetishes with total and complete strangers.

Just because I draw anthro art and I have a vag doesn't mean I want to know all about what you wish to do in the bedroom, you know? Just because I can be arguably construed as a furry doesn't mean I'm down with being involved in random people's sexual fantasies or whatever.

Like this one guy who continues to associate with me. He keeps talking to me, he'll say some kind of regular conversation, and then add *gropes* on the end of it. It drives me nuts. I've told him I don't RP, but I guess it just doesn't click or something. I don't "yiff." I don't textfuck. I just talk.

*YIFF SCRITCH WOF WOF BARK SCRITCH MEW YIP* BTW I REALLY LIKE SITTING ON DICKS IN THIS VERY SPECIFIC WAY HURR MURR

Happy 2009.
I'm going to play Silent Hill 3 on a massive huge freaking TV, drink Bailey's Mint Chocolate Irish Cream for a bit.

Whenever I see the modern abbreviation 'GF' as in, girlfriend, I automatically read it as 'Guardian Force' and wonder what spells they're junctioning to raise their HP.

Seriously.

Sooooo I'm tired of being the only one to draw Aer.
I would like to pay someone a small, but reasonable, sum to do an icon for me.
I would like a "full size" (or at least large size) as well as a 100x100 version.

Please comment here if you are willing to do one for me.
Please also don't be offended if I pick someone other than you. I've only got limited funds, y'see? :3

So I'm sat here drawing some icons and crap and I'm listening to Metallica's new album, Death Magnetic.

Aside from the utterly wanky name, I'm surprised.
You know, it actually doesn't suck like I thought it would. It's actually not a pile of steamingly fresh harvested donkey balls like Saint Anger was.
Could seriously have thought of a better name than Death Magnetic, though. HURR DETH MAGNETIC RRRRRR. :B

Chinese Democracy wasn't anything to wait fourteen years for or whatever, but it wasn't bad either except for Axl Rose's inevitable inclusion of a couple horrible throwback-to-the-80's ballads about how some girl's heart is the same as his or something.
I seriously hope there isn't a female Axl wandering around, she'd be the biggest, most annoying, flakiest bitch ever. Wait a minute, that's fucking him. He is the female Axl Rose.
D:

In short, Death Magnetic isn't crap like I expected, and Axl Rose is a giant vagina.

I don't like Marci McAdam's art.
I really don't. I don't think it's well done, I don't think it's particularly stylish. This isn't to say that what she has is ugly or terrible -- But her art never develops or changes. It's stayed the same since I first became aware of her in 2004. It's like she hit her artistic ceiling and hasn't done anything to break free of it. Art that is static is crap.
It has always been my belief that someone's art should be as dynamic as life is itself -- It should hone and shape and reform as people do. Art is the creation and expression of the soul, so if the soul is frozen and mediocre, what does that say about the person?

Personally, I believe the only reason why she's gotten so far in the furry community is because she caters to babyfur stuff, which a lot of people won't cater to.

I think there are a lot more artists out there, far more talented, dynamic, shifted, and changing -- With far more attractive styles out there than she is that would make far better use of the attention that she gleans. But whatevs.