I'll be there, got a room in the Hilton!

I'll be sure to enjoy the awkward silences, conversations that I would rather get out of, and my personal favorite, 'friends' who talked shit about me and don't know that I know, trying in vain to maintain a facade.

I jest. But only slightly.

Reports of my death, incarceration, disappearance, ect. have been greatly exaggerated (mostly by my lying cunt of an ex-wife).

So yeah, I continue onwards. Destination unknown.

Really hoping to make this year, things are stacked against me though. Trying my hardest to make things work out for a trip to the Windy City.

See above. Otherwise, still here.

Yes, I'll be there. Probably. "...'cause the light just turned mutha-fuckin' green."

Distanced and isolated equals fandom hiatus. BBL.

One of the hazards of marrying one of the world's top-ranked adult film stars: she has to go to Vegas to receive awards such as "Performer of the Year" and "Best Interracial." That's my girl. :-D

What's new?
1. Minneapolis
2. New family.
3. New job. All hail to the boss, baby!
4. New house. (75%)
5. New boat. (60%)
6. New snowmobile. (10%)
7. New friends. (0%)

We'll see how this turns out.

I need a hug. A deep, long, thick hug.

Yaaknow? ;)

Didn't go to FC. Didn't feel there was any reason to go, not a single person asked if I was going to be there, plus, not hearing from a single 'friend' in furry for nearly a year, well, there was really no point to go. It looked awesome. But I don't give a shit anymore.

Yeah, I went, for like ten hours. I saw a few of you for not long enough, and all haggard-ized from work, and I apologize if I don't remember your names. For the most part. :P

All in all, not too bad, I guess. I f'n hate the Fairmont with a passion though. Rude, rude fekkin' people.

...and I still hate the internet. And the internet still hates me.

It's a mutually beneficial agreement. And until something changes, expect more static.

'Phinout.

...and I still haven't seen why nearly a thousand people have chosen to visit this page. Huh. Strange. You people freak me out. Knowing my luck, a half-dozen of those have been from my employer. At least that possibly explains the strange looks I get from the co-workers. Or something. If so, fuck 'em. You know, fuck 'em anyways. ;P

Aaaanyways....

So, until that, you know, eventual apocalypse that takes everybody's internet away, or FA going plop, or ... you know ... both ... expect more of the same, I guess. Maybe by then I can get, like, two thousand views and carry that fame with me into the lovely post-apocalyptic world where it won't matter much to anyone anymore, anyways. As if it would in the first place.

Oh well, at least there'll always be guns.

Yay. :P

...to the precipice of madness. Or something. Anyways, seeing as how you bitches are flying off the shelves to get at me, here I am. ^^

Just to reiterate, I'm -not- an artist. However, I do have good taste. :)

My skillset is more based around the physical arts; martial, combative, tactical, whatever. So, sometimes stuff will be put up based around that. Other times, maybe a commission or two will find it's way up here. Beyond that, I can't help you much. Im'jes a 'phin. :)