Hello, furry types!

Thought I'd leave y'all a quick note: effective almost immediately, I'm moving to NorCal. Sonoma County, for those of you with any idea where that is. It's gonna be an adventure.

Also, I plan to be at FC. Room situation is TBD. Probably just gonna get one of my own because apparently I'm baller like that. I might get someone to come with, though, because slumber parties are fun.

Eventually I'll get my butt over to a scanner and upload some of the amaze-balls stuff I've accumulated over the last while and a half. It's too good not to share!

Also, I need to get  Stigmata's color badge laminated. Don't let me forget!

And I guess you probably figured out I'm not dead. Not sure why I didn't post an AC recap last year, come to think of it. Hmm. Ah well!

See y'all in San Jose!

Oh hey, it's time for one of these again! Totally forgot to make a pre-con-meme journal update. Ah well.

Day T-1: I arrived Tuesday. I took the Megabus from LA, which was a mildly positive experience (its primary assets are cheapness, no TSA liquid guidelines, no layovers, and power outlets/unrestricted device use during travel; the Wi-fi is indeed free but very unreliable in terms of sustained connectivity); however, based upon where it stops in relation to my home, I had to get up at 3:45 AM to make the whole day of travel get going properly, for a 1:00-PM-ish arrival time. After arriving (via the newly-discovered, free, DASH shuttle) and waiting in the Marriott's lobby for a while so that housekeeping could ready my room, I was checked in and finally got to put down my luggage. I immediately located the nearest pharmacy (because they are such familiar places for me), procured some supplies there and at Safeway (ginger ale is a must, because there's always somebody I know at a con who has an upset stomach), got a Vietnamese haircut at Great Clips, learned about San Jose's plastic bag ban and homeless problem, and returned to my room. The only sign of anything furry going on was  Walden Wilde's streetlight banners--I felt like some kind of pioneere. A horribly uneventful evening was averted by getting in contact with my buddy who lives a few blocks from the Marriott--he's not precisely a furry, but loves roleplay, so he actually used to be a Beekin on Furcadia. Go figure. I went to his place, hung out with his girlfriend, roommate, and one of said roommate's friends, ate at La Victoria, and played through an entire expanded deck of Cards Against Humanity. Good times. "The only certain things in life are death and survivor's guilt." Fortunately, she was able to give me a ride back to the hotel, because at that hour, walking would have been inadvisable.

Day 0: Wednesday. I ate at Peggy Sue's that morning, and saw  Tsukaza on the way there, making me feel much less like the only furry in downtown San Jose. Having stayed up late, and with no morning plans, I'd slept in somewhat, so it wasn't terribly long before I was getting to greet my dear friend  SunriseFox with no small number of hugs, plus sushi for both of us and his amigo Doc Fox. The furry count was still on the low side for most of the day, but we hung out with his temporary roommates  ranan and  ONightwish, who are great people and totes adorbs with one another. I'm pretty sure some fursuiting also happened that day. Sunrise was super-sleep-deprived, though, so after some scritches-induced napification on his part, I went back to my room to await the arrival of roomies-to-be  Stigmata and  Knuxlight. Stig is a talkative and unique individual, and our entire con experience was like a periodically-interrupted banter stream; it was pretty great. Knux apparently had some issues with planes breakin' down and so forth en route, but eventually arrived in one piece. The three of us stayed up having slumber-party-grade chatter ("Jonathan, tell me your dreams?") until like 3 AM.

Day 1: Thursday started way too early, with Knux's iPad alarm going off at 7 AM with an Owl City song I'd never heard before. Apparently Stig hates Owl City. Since I was awake then, regardless of desire to do so, I went with them to Jack in the Box for breakfast, and learned that there was little there for non-pork-eaters such as myself--and also that the mini pancakes somehow smell like Lucky Charms. Helped Stig go get some demo prints at Kinko's, then hung out with Sunrise and went fursuiting. There were like a bajillion elementary school kids going on some kind of local field trip, and Sunrise and I joined the line of fursuiters that had formed to give them high-fives and brofists/hooves as they walked by, which was actually pretty neat. (I should mention that I was not suiting; I don't own a suit.) I again spent most of the day with Sunrise, including lunch at the super-delish Pizza My Heart (and post-lunch Chocolate Therapy at the Ben and Jerry's next door) and helped him de-funk his suit and move his gear to the room he'd be sharing with an Atlanta fellow whose name I can't recall (Anthran?) for the rest of the con. We went to P.F. Chang's for dinner, as well. Per his admission, though, I showed Sunrise a rather good time, all told--which was indeed the idea! We also stood in the pre-reg line, which moved surprisingly quickly (I forgot to pre-reg last year, which was a mistake I hope I'll never make again). The fourth roommate,  t0ra, showed up late that evening, and the presupposed fifth, a Kiva person who I've never met, never materialized. I also know I ran into  Yasha some time that day, but I can't recall when/how exactly.

Day 2: Friday--when the con really kicked into full gear. Thursday had seen quite a few furries in the Marriott lobby, but nothing compared to Friday. First on the agenda was breakfast, of course, which I took with Tora at the nearby Bijan Bakery/Cafe (a really good place, for those of you who haven't been). Then I hightailed it over to the Dealer's Den, because I didn't want to repeat the AC experience of missing out on slots from people I wanted to commission. Snagged ones from Gideon, Spelunker_Sal, and Vantid, who I'd literally missed out on at AC (the latter two were take-homes, so you'll have to wait to see them), plus badges from  LauraGarabedian and  Arupaka (a button badge!). These people have such cool business cards! Crossed paths with hypnobeast and picked up my textbook from him, from last year's FC. Returned to the room and found Knux not feeling well. Nursed him back to health with some ginger ale (see?) and we went to  BuckHopper's Voice Acting Workshop. Knux had to leave partway through for another panel, but both of us got some recording in; the files should appear in http://furrybasketball.com/VAW/ after Buck finishes his editing and so forth. Neat guy! Went to Subway for dinner--but not before briefly running into  lyonlover for a hasty introduction, and thus losing the rest of the crew ( BongoQueen, dago, Lumaberry, and Dragoninja, rounding out the San Diego crew with Tora and Sunrise) and accidentally going to a Subway further away in the confusion. (Further Confusion, perhaps? Eh? Eh?) Found out Tora had a headache, and gave him one of my magical neck rubs while we watched The Regular Show with Knux (who was sick again--apparently the Zebra Balls from Psycho Donuts really didn't agree with him...twice). After he felt better, I stood in the epic line for the FCDC with Tora for a while, but wasn't particularly interested in attending per se, what with how it turned DarkShift off to dancing last year, and ran into Yasano again. After taking all 15 flights of stairs back up to my room far too quickly, we sat and chatted for a good long while, and were eventually joined by Stig and Vet...something, Alex, who apparently also knew Yasano, making things a weird little small world (as they usually are at furry cons). Knux later showed up, evidently drunk, and crashed in my bed for 5 hours after doing some very amusing inebriated antics. Eventually got to bed very late, on account of awaiting Tora's fursuited dancing posterior so that I could justifiably evict Knux's drunken lionbutt from the shared bed.

Day 3: Saturday. Initially skipped breakfast on account of groggily sleeping in until nearly 11, so that I could nip down to the Dealer's Den and pick up my finished commissions, as well as select a few more. Queued up a watercolor badge from  Skulldog, which turned out awesome, as well as a post-con Certified badge commission from marymouse, and information from melociraptor and zhivago for future commissions (I'm looking forward to the "Being a shapeshifter means..." sheet). Then went to Bijan again for breakf...brunch, which I had solo--though the bakery was much busier, on account of the volleyball tweens having arrived. (You'd think they'd learn to schedule their tourney some other time...or place...) Watched pretty much everybody I know in the Fursuit Parade, while standing next to three Mexican housekeeping ladies who were videotaping it on their phones. Attended Hypnobeast's Become Your Fursona panel, which was interesting stuff, and laid down plans for collaborating with him on next year's panels. Connected with the whimsical  iron_fox21, since he'd been at both of the panels I'd been to thus far, and had quasi-dinner with him at Iguanas, which is rather more purple than I'd expected. I wish him all the best in his brewing endeavours. Gave Sunrise a neck rub while we hung out near the fursuit photography area. Went hot-tubbing and swimming with Tora and  Hallet, which proved surprisingly pleasant (normally I don't enjoy swimming very much). Showered up while Tora used my computer to peruse some of the Blotch's Scratches collection, then went to the party floor to see what that even was. Turned out to be made of lines, plastic wrap, and people who were already behaving badly, so I just said hi to Lucky (since he didn't seem to think I'd ever show up to one of his Communist Parties) and Tremorwolf, who was waiting in line for the Klingon party, and helped Tora get suited up so we could hit the dance. Some of the San Diego crew (now including  Shoyo and  silentstorm ) were contemplating hitting up Frolic, but word on the street was that some kind of water was involved, and Tora was worried about getting his Tobasco suit's low-hanging tail wet and/or muddy, so we stayed at the con and just got our feet in gear for the music. Turned out not to go so well, what with not enjoying Moombahton as much as Kihu apparently does, plus the whole Dipset thing souring a lot of non-AdventureCru moods. Eventually Kihu was replaced by someone else, the music got a lot more danceable, and we got our groove on until the dance closed.

Day 4: Sunday. The mood was noticeably different on Sunday around the con, with people already beginning to leave (Sunrise was on a plane back to Florida by 11, e.g.), and the rest trying to cram in as much fun as they could before it all came to an end. Had breakfast at Bijan with my mom, who just sort of voluntarily came to San Jose once she heard I'd be there, in hopes of seeing me, and showed her around the con area--had some bubble tea from Hydration while we were at it. Picked up my remaining non-post-con commissions, contemplated but ultimately decided against getting a custom plushie from...from...I can't remember her name now, and did some tarot reading for myself in the lobby--all of which has so far turned out to be eerily accurate. Also hung out with Vivi and Yumi (I don't know their FA names), Anaheim locals, who are fun conversationalists and another totes adorbs couple. Lacking much to do thereafter, and with most people off getting in last-minute activities, I spent some time working on stories in anticipation of Sofawolf's evening Getting Published panel, which was informative and encouraging--expect an author profile from me soon. Helped Tora get his luggage to the light rail station in preparation for his imminent departure, and hugged him goodbye, which made me all kinds misty, even though he only lives like 40 minutes away from me these days. Couldn't seem to find anyone who hadn't already had dinner or exclusive plans in the works, so I went to dinner with my mom at Tandoori Oven, and then desserted at Bijan (finally tried that guava mousse that had been making eyes at me every morning at breakfast! So worth it.). My mood had soured considerably, so I continued to work on textual things, and Knux and Alex and Stig eventually showed up in the room at various times and we hung out a while, talking about all manner of things. Got to bed quite late, after spending hours trying to see if anyone was interested in doing anything more substantial (but no dice).

Day 5: Monday. A somber day if ever there was such a thing. The frenetic last-minute energy of the con had vanished, leaving behind all kinds of wistful feels--but then, what would one expect, with so many goodbyes going on? Packed up my stuff, had Stig and Knux do the same, went to McD's for breakfast with my local quasi-furry bud mentioned above (yay hotcakes!), collected the stuff Tora inadvertently left behind, used the video checkout feature (isn't technology amazing?), and hung out with my local bud for a while, shooting the breeze and watching him try to fit a Twister mat back into its box. A quick ride to Diridon Station later, and I was on the Megabus headed back to LA.

Lots to do, of course, and the con wasn't short on fun--but I did often find myself disappointed by how few people were willing to make time for me--particularly individuals who'd previously committed to doing so. Granted, I wasn't even that eager to see my mom, what with her just crashing the Fairmont and everything, but I did even make time for her, so it kinda stung when I was left out by others.
I still don't regret going, all the same. Getting to finally hang out with Stig in a non-Artist's-Alley setting was neat, since he's a very unique individual and fun to interact with. I missed Sunrise like the dickens, too, so seeing so much of him was great. Knux is also a cool guy and doesn't afraid of anything, and previously I'd only ever like bumped into him at cons or haunted his streams or what-not. Tora's one of my best buds, so I can always do with more of him in my life. The panels were also totally not a waste of time, which was one skepticism I'd had about many furry con panels in the past (despite running one myself)--they definitely provided insights I plan to utilize going forward. This con also constituted the most money I've ever spent on commissions at a con (as well as the largest overall number of commissions)--amazing what getting a job can do! I'll have to be more specific with badge commissions in the future, though--while Laura and Arupaka's badges were technically very capable and well-made pieces, I probably was ill-advised in giving them so much artistic freedom, since neither one is immediately recognizably Terra. Skulldog's, which was specified more closely, was every bit as well-made, but much more representative.

I realized, too, that cons tend to be a place of magnified emotion--perhaps it is because we are all able to be much more open about ourselves in such a setting, creating more transparency. For this reason, a good time becomes a great time, but things which are not positive also become similarly exaggerated. Still, what is a magnifying glass good for, if not providing clarity and granularity? I'll be making some changes, in light of my insights from FC.

I'm sure I've missed some people, and I know some furs prefer not to have the large-scale recaps, but I'm not one of them! If I missed you, feel free to holler; you are not intentionally omitted. (:
Take care, all! My next con will probably be Califur, and I'm also planning for AC, so I may see some of you at one of those. Elliott's is also a possibility, depending. Cheers!

I can't just let the biggest con of the year go pass by unmarked! And since I didn't say anything about it beforehand to most people...well, it's worth catching up on.

Day 0/1: Worked until 9 something PM, then hightailed it to LAX for a flight that left at 12:15 AM (yes, just after midnight). One early-morning layover and an uncertain number of absolutely delirious hours in a plane later, I was on the 28X Airport Flyer (which I like to call "the furry bus") to downtown Pitt, along with  anjuneko, who I would constantly run into throughout the con (seriously). Once there, caught up with  beastlybahamut, who had extended me the courtesy of staying in his room with him and  Sabrewing and  jazzwolf after my previous arrangements kinda sorta completely fell through. Dumped off my stuff at the room, checked in to get my staff packet, surprised  DarkShift and  KazeWolf and  notveryathletic and  dragonfireny by materializing in the Zoo when they totally didn't expect me to be there (though, to be fair, I kinda wasn't expecting me to be there either), and then...honestly I can't remember. I know I dropped by a local CVS to pick up Breathe-Right strips for Sabre (who is purportedly a legendary snorer), and was impressed to find that I was the only pharmacist in the building (apparently the ubiquitous-around-here /pharmacy part in the name means something). Ran into Dr. Shazzy, from the Furry Research Team (including  NukaTiger and Dr. Gerbasi, among the growing, international team), who I chatted with about research while stuffing an Arby's MAX in my face. Collided with  Kyotsu, who was suiting and gave some excellent (if slightly damp?) hugs, and resolved to meet me again later. Notified the Art Show staff that I was present, went to a staff meeting thinger, and at some point I crashed. Given that I basically went without sleep for about 48 hours, I was absotively running on fumes, but somehow still had some kind of astrophysics-related discussion with room people. Somebody who I think was named "Drake" also spent the night with us. And also  mapdark. Somebody snored. A lot.

Day 2: Staff breakfast at 7:30 AM. Had some kind of turkey-arugula-cheese omelet thing (has the Penn City Grille always been that frou-frou?). Most of the Art Show assembly had been done on Thursday while I was the walking dead, so I spent a good chunk of the morning checking in new bidders so that they could have a nice silent auction all weekend for art and/or porn. Bidded on a few pieces myself (none of which I would eventually win). Then went searching for commissions, but found most people were either already full (having filled while I was working) or would take a commission from me after the con, but not during, which was a bit unsatisfying but of course better than zilch. I met and chatted with  Stigmata for a while and found that he's every bit as awesome as expected. Dropped off a commission with  nightfell (still pending as of this writing), who is cool as all hell, if you didn't know already. At some point, possibly that day, I caught up with  Strype and  Cooper, who I've been wanting to see again since forever, and found them to be in reasonably good health and spirits, to my delight. Ran into Kyotsu again. Went to dinner at Pizza Parma later with Jazz and Homit, and they forgot about Jazz' order for about 20 minutes--and ran into Kyotsu again out front. Bumped into  Jack on the way back, who I would also keep crossing paths with for the rest of the con. Then worked the Artists/Dealers Reception bag check from 9-11, and hobnobbed with a bunch of important types. Also, chatting with an awesome individual whose FA may or may not be  Angelseal. Still pretty zonked and totally still went to bed early-like.

Day 3: Staff breakfast mercifully an hour later; had the blueberry orange granola pancakes, which were a lot tastier (and less chunky) than they might sound. Worked bidder signup some more, as well as mature gallery guard duty, from 9-11 and 3-5, during which time I (perhaps unsurprisingly?) encountered  suck_mcjones. In between, lined up more post-con commissions, notably with the pleasant and British  Skaifox, the talented and lovely  LauraGarabedian, the Canadian and affable Redic-nomad, and hibbary, who I've wanted a commission from since always. Spoke also with AdriOfTheDead, who I've known of since ages ago and proceeded to keep running into all over the con. Filled out this year's Furry Research Survey, checked in with the team, and dialogued about setting up a satellite for the West Coast's cons. Finally managed to meet up with Kyotsu out of suit, and treated him and Sabre and Jazz and Homit and this ForFauxSake guy to dinner at the Golden Palace. Then hung out in the Zoo with people a while, skipped 2 and Kage because it didn't seem right without shenro along, and then went to Kyo's room at the Omni so he could "pre-game" (something I'd never heard of before) with Sake, bombafur, Alkali, a guy named Dodger, and Dodger's evidently like...new mate prospect or something? Much King of the Hill and Family Guy was watched, along with some Youtube poop, and way too many inside jokes I totally didn't get (but what else is new?). Went back towards the Westin with them, and collided with a bridal reception party entering the lobby, who took lots of pictures with Kyo (courtesy of one lady who initially tried to go back outside, stating "furries make me nervous!"). Helped a 10-shots-drunk Oni and less-drunk DF bring hot wings back to Zoo, comforted Kaze a bit, returned to room, ran into Adri on the way back, crashed.

Day 4: Slept in and skipped staff breakfast, since I didn't have to work until later in the morning; instead went to Hanlon's (aka Big Momma's aka Steel City Diner) for breakfast with Kyotsu. They forgot about and/or neglected our orders, and the food was only so-so, sad to say, but at least it got the soccer fox in out of the spontaneous downpour. Lined up post-commissions with Gideon and Spelunker_Sal, said goodbye to Nightfell, then proceeded to work basically the entire rest of the day (because that's how we do in the Art Show). Staff dinner provided a welcome break, as well as two giant Pixy Stix from the leftover supplies (thanks Joatmon!) that were salvaged before throwing the rest to a piranha-like horde of fursuiters near the Headless Zone (not Lounge, evidently). Sold lots of people art, met fellow furry pharmacist Delako, supervised volunteers in packing up lots of unclaimed pieces, and fortunately PeterCat didn't have to blow any fuses in the process. Proceeded to go to the Fish Market thereafter with dragonfireny and a British guy named Patrick whose FA name I never did encounter, and sneakily paid DF's tab while he popped outside to have a smoke. Floated around the zoo a little longer with Kyo et al., then hung out in the lobby of the Omni on a couch with DF, who I incidentally love to pieces. Went back to my room alone when he needed to get to bed in preparation for his early departure. Slept, which is unusual for my usual "Vigil Night" protocol.

Day 5(/6?): Awoken early by the departure of Homit and Sabre. They accidentally left behind Homit's cooler...but not his Arizona iced tea. Half-slept awhile longer, before rising to prepare for leaving myself--and finding Mapdark chilling on Homit's vacant bed. Went to breakfast with him and Jazz at the Brown Bag Cafe, then checked out at the hotel, saw Jazz off to his Super Shuttle, and hoofed it over to the Doubletree, bags and all, so that Mapdark could collect his own things and then be guided to the 28X pickup. Took the 28X to the airport early, along with (I'm pretty sure) DracoJeff and Vir-no-Vigoratus, since the Zoo was closed, most people I knew had already left, and hanging around was proving kind of a downer. Spent several hours at the airport just chilling and chatting and wandering with Mapdark, who I introduced to the American cultural wonder that is Cinnabon. Bought several Godiva truffles. Found out Jack Talon was actually at the airport as well, and got him to join us for a while before I had to board my plane. Short flight to Cincinnati, briefish layover with Chick-fil-A, and evidently left the remaining truffles on either the plane or somewhere in the airport. Much longer flight back to LAX, with no readily-identifiable furries; worked on some tarot exercises. Bit of a cluster in terms of getting back home from LAX, but eventually got back in around 1 AM. Discovered I left my cell phone charger in the hotel room.

If I could go back and copy-edit...
-Shenro, Tremorwolf, and t0ra would have come along
-Probably wouldn't have been staff
-More time with DF, Kaze, Oni, Strype and Coopie
-Would have gone to Furryland (aka Furnando's aka Fernando's) for its last hurrah (so sad!)
-Would have scheduled more time off to make for more time at the con
-Wouldn't have left behind my bleeping charger

But that's life. We live, and hopefully, we learn. Still a good con, all in all. I'll just likely have more time for the fuzzies next year, when I plan to be a supersponsor instead of a superslave! (:
I'm sure there are more people I met, most of whom probably don't remember me, but chances are good that if you do and I didn't, I'm just forgetting your FA username. Feel free to shout out!

Figured I'd fill this thing out and give it a whirl. Sometimes being part of a community means doing some ridiculous-yet-well-intended things!

1. Will you be attending?
If there's any human way, yes.

2. Staying at:
I don't know yet, actually. I'll probably have to update this once those plans are figured out.

3. Arrival and Departure?
Depends on work. I live two hours' drive away presently, so it's not going to be a difficult, highly-time-sensitive thing.

4. Mode of transportation
My German-made box on wheels.

5. Rooming with:
 KazeWolf  t0ra  Byrds and a fifth person I don't actually know yet.

6. Con Plans:
Hang out with friends, do some stuff with  hypnobeast, and Amtgard on Sunday morning. Pretty flexible.

7: How can I find you?
Good luck. I tend to be highly mobile at cons, so if you have my mobile number, you'll be highly capable of getting a hold of me. Elsewise, I guess, it helps to know what you're looking for. People tell me I stand out in crowds.

8. Do you do free art?
If by "art" you mean "stories," then no, at least not on request. Gifts are occasional, but rare and self-motivated. As for drawings, well...I'm not so great at those yet.

9. Do you have prints/Cds?
Tons of CDs! But they're music, and I didn't make them. So that's probably not very helpful for you.

10. Will you be fursuiting? if so: What suit(s)?
Not unless the magical fursuit fairy bestows an incredible fursuit upon me from on high.

11. Will you be going to RUNNING THE parties?
Not unless it's an adventuring party!

12. Will you be performing?
If they squeeze in my health-related panel, then yes. I may also be performing hypnosis on people. Elsewise, not likely.

13. Smoke?
No. Keep it away from me.

14. Drink
Most non-alcoholic things.

15. Gender
Male. This is not a trick question!

16. Can I hug you?
I'll hug you if I want it. If you already know me personally, and especially if you've already hugged me in person, you probably didn't need to ask, anyway. (I love hugs, but I don't love random hugs from people I don't and won't know.)

17. Can I talk to you?
As long as you have some semblance of social grace. There's always that one oddball that shows up, no matter the con, and won't stop talking about nothing that matters...

18. Will you be at any panels?
The hypnosis panel, surely. The others are questionable.

19. Can I touch you?
If you need to ask this question, no.

20. Can I buy you drinks?
Non-alcoholic ones, sure! I'm kind of a sucker for cherry colas, but I'm also fond of milk and boba drinks.

21. How old are you?
24. Eeek maturity!

22. Can I snuggle with you?
WAT.

23. If you're pissed off, should I approach you?
Who wrote this question? Good grief.

24. Are you nice?
I am generally considered to be very kind, yes. Manners, however, are important, at least until we've been introduced and all.

25. Cliquey?
There are people I will be hanging with, yes. Does that mean I will snub everyone else? Of course not. But I know who I know and much of why I'm going is to see them--everything else is gravy.

26. How tall?
6' 0.5" (My MD apparently considered this important enough to record it.)

27. Can I Take pictures of you?
Can I actually say no when we're in a pretty much public locale?

28. Will you get anything commissioned?
It's a scant possibility. I usually don't.

29. How can I get your attention?
Come on up and introduce yourself politely. Save the glomps and hugs for when we actually know each other, as I like them a lot from people I like a lot.

30. Can I ask you to dance at the raves?
You can try, but no one's chances are all that great. Well...almost no one. I can think of at least one person who's going that I'd not say anything but yes to...

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Amigos, I now ask you this: who amongst you shall also be there? Who should I be looking out for?

 Strype wanted me to share this bit of philosophizing about people here. It was transcribed from a little chat we were having, on the ability to see who and what others are, and to understand what they mean. I like to think people are ultimately beautiful--most of them, anyhow--when you really get to know them.

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Ultimately, when you understand someone well, it's harder not to love them for the beauty and intricacy of what and who they are
We are all fragile and cracked, like a mosaic made from the ruins of a cathedral window...cast into the uncertain shadows of a closet, we might seem random knick-knacks, even spiky and dangerous--but put us in the right light, and we gleam and shine, even in all of our imperfection
A kaleidoscope, too, is but mirrors and random bits of colorful nothing...but turned towards the light and spun gently, it gives an eternal array of ever-changing shapes, perhaps never the same twice
When you can see a person through more angles than you did when you first chanced upon them, you begin to know that there is more to them than most people know, and that you are fortunate to know even as much as you do, imperfect and incomplete as your understanding may be

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Just starting to set up a furry presence here as little old me! I got my start over on deviantART ages ago, but I figured it was high time to finally set down some ground with my own stuff. I have so many old commissions and such that could use posting here! And it'd be good to have a place to put the new ones!

So yeah, I'll be adding stuff over time. Soon there'll actually be art of me up and about! How cool is that?


By the by, this account doesn't have mature works enabled, so I won't even be able to see 'em! Sorry if that constitutes a problem of any sort.