I want to buy a mobility scooter for my wife. After years of standing at jobs her knees have become so painful she can barely walk around the house. When I take her out shopping she is limited to stores that provide mart carts. Lots of trips she is forced to wait in the car. We have tried getting one through insurance but have been given the run around for months. This would allow her the freedom to go to the park or shop where she pleases.

Recently got word of a nearly new scooter for sale at only $350 but it is cash in hand first come first drive away.

https://www.gofundme.com/mobilty-scooter-fund

Sorry to sound like I am making excuses but something bad happened to some of my files and I had to re-create all of my characters. Not fully from scratch but from several versions back. But of as this post I am ready to start work on the next picture with crossed fingers, no problems what so ever. Good news as well, job interview on Monday.

Got bills caught up, got my state refund even though the federal is still on hold, paid off the loan a friend gave me to get some fursuit parts ordered while slot was open. Even managed to have a little bit of money left over to buy some nice cheap bits to go with my suit and some RL cloths. All is good and right with the world.

Boss tells me today, I am being laid off Thursday.

I have a vintage 1950's full pelt real mink stole. I'd like to use this as an assesory on my fursuit, but also do want to be the center of a furcon drama storm.

What I have discovered, the 3 minks probably came from Russian farms and were around 6-8 months old which according to some reports is the average life expectancy of wild minks due many young minks killed due to disease, starvation and predators. These three appear to have been well fed and cared for before they had one very bad day. I could find nothing on conditions of Soviet era fur farms only modern ones and most of it seemed to be propaganda from those for and those against. I know from the American farms that raise animals for fur that I have been to animals are treated well and cared for because sick and distressed animals do not produce quality fur. I have no choice but to assume that the farm these came from were equally attentive to these minks needs.

What I want to know is should I wear this stole to a furcon or not? I see lots of leather clothing and things and such, but these are quite obvious formally live animal pelts.

Today at work I had the cutest little girl in a kitty fursuit in my store, even though it was several days before Halloween. Her mom and aunt were arguing over the fact that she was wearing the suit yet again. The part that nearly caused me to collapse in laughter was the mom saying, “It's just a stage, she'll out grow it.”

All I could picture was a small skinny 6 year old boy in a mouse suit that had to have his fursuit hidden by his parents so he would stop wearing it. I so wanted to tell them, “I hate to tell you this, I'm 48 years old, I HAVEN'T OUT GROWN IT YET!”

Leaving for IFC if going look for fat guy in a loud shirt with pink ears and tail.

Ok, made a really disturbing discovery tonight. Was looking for ref pictures when I came across a picture that looked really close to my style of doing things. It had been posted to a forum about 4 years ago but source was never posted. I went looking for the source but couldn't find it and it really looked a lot like my stuff. In fact so much like my stuff it started to prey on my mind. It wasn't posted on my DA or FA page but then I checked my files, in Nov of 2012 I made the damn picture. Now I can't tell you every picture I have ever done of the top of my head, but I can look at every picture and tell what was going on at the time when I did it. This one no clue, don't remember making it, don't remember posting it, didn't post it to any sites I normally frequent, so I have no idea how it even got online in the first place. Now I'm scared of what else I might have done online that I don't remember.

My drive that I bought so that I could sleep at night suddenly died, it was an off brand, but it was all I could afford and now I'm screwed.

Well saturday I went back to the hospital after collapsing in a parking lot on the way to work. My entire life I assumed that a wound that wasn't oozing nasty stuff was fine. Turns out I was wrong, the wound from my surgery was supposed to be oozing but didn't so what it wasn't oozing got infected and down I went. Had to have it cut open, drained, cleaned out, and packed with something that really really hurt. Then I got a perscription for some really HUGE pills. Was feeling about 50% and went to work sunday because we are short handed.

Have a hole where lump was, feels like they filled it with salt. Didn't die or get brain dead and it wasn't an alien parasyte or tracking device.

Going for surgery in the morning to get the lump on the back of my neck removed. Not sure how that is gonna go, gonna be a full hospital surgery deal because it is so close to my spinal cord. Doctor wants there to be help in case this isn't a simple lance and pull out thing. I wouldn't be surprised to wake and be paralyzed from the neck down, especially with hospital I have to go too. So if I get screwed, bye all.

Well maybe, maybe not. Tests results show no blood flow which seems to say it is not cancer and is just a nodual BUT it's in a funny place, not normally where you'd get a nodual at SOOOOOOO normally they would do a biopsy of it to see if it is cancer or not. Here is the problem, where it is at would require major surgery, like the type of surgery that would be done if it was cancerous just to get at it to do the biopsy. Stander course of action is wait long enough to redo the ultrasound test again and see if there is any change in the lump or not. How long is enough? 6 freaking months!!!! That's right, I won't know till novemember if it is cancer or not! That is unless I start to feel a lump in my neck! I don't now but I am supposed to check for it every day which has turned into an OCD thing of checking every few hours for the rapidly growing Anaplastic type tumor which according to medical journals grows visibly larger within 24 hours bulging out of your neck like you are growing a CHUDling and kills you in less than year even if they cut away most of your neck.

Anywho, nother bit of unending stress inflicted on me by shitworld.

Worst part is I don't fear dying on this. I fear a tracheotomy, I don't know what it is but just the thought of that unnatural hole in the neck makes me squirm when I see one. I'm not going to have one done, I have put up with enough shit to survive in a world I really really hate but I am drawing a line. I've got just one word for god, goddess, or what ever powers that be, on the day I die, "RUN!"

Well the cyst seems to be dying from the new super antibiotics I am on. In 24 hours I have gone from dying to feeling just mildly sick. Still have not heard from the surgeon on getting it cut out yet. As to finding out if I have cancer, that test is friday morning. Not having any hopes on that one coming back soon. I have been told that if it is cancer it should be easily treated.

My recent meltdown was due to an incident on a CGI chat room. I was helping a couple of people set a shot for a scene involving green screen and compositing 3D rendered artifacts in blender for a short film and showed them a video I had made to give examples of what you have to do to with lighting and masking to make it look like the objects or characters are really in the scene instead of pasted in there.
Suddenly someone posts a picture from my FA gallery of the character in the video and screams “HE'S A FUR FAG!”
Normally this kind of stuff doesn't bother me, but this was a room full of professional level cgi artists and everyone started in on how I shouldn't be there because I was a furry and made pornography. Then to top it all off one of the people that I had been helping said, “Forget it, we won't learn anything useful from him. Can anyone else help us?”
It has finally made me realize there is no fucking place for me in this world. I'm still going to make my comics and art, still going to post them to FA and DA among other places but I'm no longer going to try getting artistic jobs or deal with the real world in any way any more.
All I want to do is entertain people give them something to smile or laugh about, but seems that is beyond my reach in this hellish world.

Long, long time ago back in the 80s when I was first starting to like girls, I began to develop the expansion fetish. Now every other guy at school liked really really really skinny twig like girls so I thought there was something wrong with me. To add to my worries I also thought that werewolves, alien cat women (thank you Star Trek) and Maid Marion Fox was really really hot too.
This caused me lots of confusion and even got a psychologist wondering if I was gay because I told him I didn't like the girls that everyone was telling me I should like. I think it would have been easier if I was gay because then I would have had other people to be gay with.
This resulted in me writing stories and drawing pictures for wank purposes and then being horrified at what I had just done, burning all the evidence so no one would ever see it, and repeating. It was like trying to dispose of a dead body every few days or so and suffering the blind terror that someone was going to see you doing it.
Now we flash forward to the late 90's and I am first able to get on the internet. Friend told me it was like Alice's Restaurant, you can get anything you want. So one day looking at the Infoseek home page I typed in “Inflatable Werewolf” and the first link with the “FurSize Inflatable Furries” page.
Several click later and I had broken down in tears. I cried so hard I could see the screen in front of me. My whole life I had though something was terribly wrong with me. Now, well there was still something terribly wrong with me, but now I wasn't alone. I had people, it was like going from an empty planet to a crowded room.
This instilled in me a tremendous sense of debt to all these wonderful artist, writers, and people in the furry and expansion community, you gave me EVERYTHING. The only way I could think to repay this kindness was to add to wonderful world. I starting doing art and writing again. I posted it to the web in the hopes that someone would enjoy it and maybe be inspired to do art as well.
Now to my ranting, lately I have noticed several artists here on DA, FA, and various Art Chans being rude, abusive, and sometimes down right batshit crazy to their fans. There is a common thread that these artists believe that the fans OWE them for them graciously gracing them with their art and if they don't provide sufficient money and ass kissing they will just go away and take their art with them.
Well I have one thing to tell all these people, FUCK YOU! That's right FUCK YOU, FUCK the horse you rode in on and FUCK your dead great grandmother. Most of you don't remember a time without the internet, most of you don't know what it feels like to be absolutely totally alone and I certainly never want to wish that on ANYONE!
Fans and artists of our community owe you NOTHING, but you owe them EVERYTHING! When you realize this you are going to become a much better person, you will become someone that is trying to make the world a better place.

Worst two months ever, got bronchitis the first of November and did nothing for most of the month but work, sleep, and try coughing up my lungs. Also turned out that cold med reacted with all my other meds making it near impossible to focus on anything. Had to use low vision settings on my computer just so I could see it and made doing art near impossible.
Then when I was starting to recover I had an accident at work, I fell off a step stool while getting a heavy load off a top shelf. The fall hurt like hell, but the worst part was I wrenched my back trying to keep the heavy load from landing on my head while falling. I got put on several new pain med and because the pain reduced my breathing volume my bronchitis came back full force.
All the med together made my vision even worse. Having been nearsighted my entire life it was a nightmare suddenly only being able to see mid and long range, everything less than 4 feet from my face was blurry.
Thankfully I am weaning off the muscle relaxers and only take the anti-inflammatory before work so my vision is back to it's normal terrible nearsightedness. Doctor said it was caused by the muscle relaxers and cold meds effecting my eye muscles and I probably need to get bifocals because my vision is going anyways.

Friend loaned me money to get new power supply, don't know how I am going to pay them back. :(

Computer is dead, think it is the power supply, don't have any money to fix it so I guess this is good bye.

Advert for https://www.weasyl.com/journal/8933.....-head-and-more Awesome suits there.

I don't think of myself as a Brony and despite several Brony Friends saying I am in denial I have really compelling reasons why I believe I don't deserve that title.

Even though I love the character design and dearly love the characters themselves, I HATE the show. The stories are so overly sweet and do not hold my interest, and before you say but you haven't watched enough. I forced myself to sit through the first 3 episodes and every so often I do click back and try to watch another. It just doesn't float my boat.

It is like Pika'chu and several other Poke'mon I like, love the design and the character but oh god is that show a poopstain on the world. It is Dog or Cock fighting. Ash is taking his pets around to back ally rings to have them fight another pet for the entertainment of others. It made me sick.

Maybe I'm half Brony or something but I don't feel like I am a part of that group because while I can listen to them talk about it, like the characters, I can't watch the show. I don't like people being disappointed when I tell them no, despite doing pony art, I don't watch the show which is why I keep trying to watch it. It doesn't bother me if you tell me about your favorite episode or even fanfic, I like hearing about ponies, it gives me ideas for pictures.

Chicken Cakes

1 box Chicken Stuffing
2 10oz canned chicken breast (or cook your own diced chicken breast)
1/4 cup chopped celery
1/8 cup minced onion
fresh minced cilantro to taste
Tiger Seasoning to taste
Paprika to taste
1 egg
1/3 cup of sharp cheddar cheese
Ranch dressing

Put the first 9 ingredients into a bowl and mix. Add enough ranch dressing till it starts sticking together. Then put in the fridge for 10 mins or more. Stir and see if it'll form patties, if to dry add more ranch or water, too wet more stuffing or corn muffin mix. Make into patties 1 inch thick, 3 inches across and fry in butter on low to medium heat until nicely dark browned on both sides.

We only chatted a few time much to my sorrow, he made a tremendous impact on me with his art but more importantly by being kind to me when others were treating me badly. There are so many things I feel I need to say but I keep crying when I try. Good bye Doug the world is a lesser place lesser place without you.

Okay someone just explained this whole Gamersgate thing to me and I am STUNNED!

WHAT THE FUCK! You have just proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that all gamers are a bunch of unwashed cellar dwelling man babies that couldn't get laid in a whore house with a quarter of a million dollars and full kilo of date rape drugs.

Ethics in game journalism? Dude, I have played games since the first Pong game hit homes in the 70's. I remember the first console war, the 2600 vs Intelivision. There is no ethics in journalism in the first place and second of all 90% of all paid game reviewers are getting paid by guess who, dingdingding! That's right game companies! Maybe through subsidiaries or shell companies but most game makers have some stock in gaming mags and media sites. It's been that way since the 80's. Get with reality!

Attacking someone because they have slept with five people, well that just proves you are a bunch of perma-virgins. And whining because they gave a good review on a FREE TO PLAY text adventure based on living with depression in exchange for sex. This is a scandal? Are you Puritans? Is this 1600's? If she was having clown sex with under aged illegal immigrant midgets under the oval office desk while the president was dressed like a Nazi was screwing a German shepard on the desk above, that would be a scandal.

I have avoided looking into this for this long because I just knew that it was going to make want to push the nuke the world button, but no, I want thank all the gamers that are part of this hash tag gamersgate movement. Thanks to you, furries are officially no longer the lowest form of geek on the planet. You have plunged to depths that even the most shit encrusted scat-mongering preschool prostituting diaper fur dare to go.

Okay for almost 10 years now I have been getting hate mail from somebody, always sent to my email from some random account that is closed right after sending. This goes back to the old Fursize mailing list. Usually every two to three months except when there was a dozen or so letters telling me I need to quit FA a few years back. I'm guessing this has to be one person and they are going to a lot of effort it seems. The last letter made me think this is someone on IRC because they mentioned something I had been thinking about doing but hadn't mentioned on FA or DA. I really don't care who you are but I'd really like to know what I did that has so pissed you of that you keep doing this?

I'm going to IFC this year, anybody I know going too?