http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1211939/

3K page views and all I had to celebrate it is Baggie Bunny, but she does not mind, she hardly gets any action. Enjoy folks and see ya at 5K, the Thor might be bigger and longer.

As in 3000 pageviews, almost there, just a little more. At first I was going to let this milestone pass like the others but something compelled me (a bunny whispering into my ear) to celebrate it when it comes. I was going to go all out, do a pic for somebody who can provide me a screen capture of the event, but bogged down as I am, sorry to disappoint. However I was able to squeeze some time in to create a little picture to celebrate the event but I won't post it until it happens. Hint: A character new to my work who made a few recent appearances, yes, she is a bunny, no, it is not Sunshine although she is rather peeved for not picking her to represent, after all, she did say she was semi-retired and I'm going with that. I should celebrate more milestones, but I gotta find the mood to do it. In advance, thank you all for contributing to the pageviews, I know I may not be the hottest thing in furry artist, but I try and the pageviews show it, hate it or like it, every view is worth noting. Cheers and thanks again.

Ha Ha, funny folks. The first few times were a hoot, but then my curiosity got peaked. I wondered how many out there would jump on the bandwagon. Well it seems a lot of them did, and I was tempted to join in, but my workload was too great, have too many things planned to spoil it with a prank or two. Oh the temptation was great, even when Mudkips started showing up. Anyway, things seem to be back to normal, if you consider what is normal on FA. I might plan ahead next year, at least get a leg up on things so I won't feel left out.

Anyway, keep watching the skies folks, you never know what might land. Cheers.

Ugh! Spring, time to do some clean, have a break, and try a fling, (that last part will never happen!) Still in the grips of not drawing anything new, but I'm going through some of my old works to find something to practice on coloring and shading so don't be surprised if you see another Wreck of Art posted. Spring is also the time when I dust off my writing skills, such as they are and finish up on stories I've tried to write. Be forewarned, if anything, my writings are not suitable for public consumption, or private for that matter. Many grammar errors, and such litter my works, no matter how hard I tried, some of the stuff I have written even if passed through spelling and grammar checkers will not be up to the task to entertain the masses. Such is the life of a writer in this visual genre.

I'm not Elf Steinberg (sp?) or a Will Sanborn, or for that matter, an Allen Kitchen, but I try, which is at least something to me. As short stories go, I'll try and post the shortest ones first before moving to the mini-series, and then stuff from the Artist's Light Universe. Perhaps this will give me the incentive to do art excerpts from these stories, or not, depends on the mood. Anyway, read at your own risk, really, these are terrible, and this is after cleaning up the excessive yiff and self insertions. Cheers.

Well, in another day it will be Easter and again, like last year I've failed to produce a Easter picture. I feel that I have disappointed some, but I am not going to worry about it too much. There is a lot of great pictures on the site and I suspect more will follow. Perhaps next year I will get on the ball early and draw something, once I iron out my own problems. Cheers folks.

It seems odd, I don't know if this is normal or not, and frankly I don't know what to make of it. My past few submissions have not had any erotic content to it. For me it is a mixed bag, some erotica here, some comedy content there.

Perhaps the ages are finally catching up with me and I'm losing interest in drawing scantly clothed critters. Perhaps this is a good thing since there are so many vocal folks out there screaming at the top of their lungs/gills/whatever that the genre is nothing but spooge. Of course other voices are complaining that some of the stuff presented is not accurate and down right horrible. Could all those voices be swaying me to stop drawing yiff all together?

I hate to think that this is not normal and I might be going through a phase that for good or ill will change me forever both inside and outside the genre. Well, there might be some good news to this. Getting virtually neutered might sway the fears of those female artists and fans who might have an afterthought that this artist might become an evil stalker, that notion alone has lost me a lot of female friends due to the fact that I'm male, perhaps being neutered might make them feel safe, and heavens knows it might not sit well with my gay friends who have their secret wish that I might swing their way.

I think I will just look at my self as that aged dog sitting on the porch that only wags his tail slowly when someone passes. Not to say I won't stop drawing erotica all together, just not that much because it seems my heart is not quite into it. Cheers.

Here I sit, at work, in front of the computer with a wip opened in photoshop. Flat color done, finishing touches and mistake fixing done, yet now I'm ready to shade and now I can't proceed any further cause I can't get the grasp of shading!!!

I went over the tutorial so many times I can do the steps in my sleep, yet when it comes to shading, it eludes me. Argh!!! I want to try and find one for Gimp since I have that at home, as well as one for Inkscape and Paint Shop Pro, but I'm at a loss here. No, I'm not asking for help, I should be able to get this, I am a person of average intelligence, and what little artistic skill I have should be able to get this with no problem.

So if you happen to glance at some of my work and wonder where the heck is the shading and why if there is any that it does not look right, well, it's dumb DNA at work. I might feel better if I print it out, pour mouse feces on it and piddle in some areas cause at the moment, that is how I feel, a generic copy with mouse crap and pee. Cheers to you folks, cause atm there is not cheer for the chow.

I've been in an on and off artist block for so long my pencils are starting to draw cobwebs. Anyway with the new ideas having a bitch of a time coming out, I decided to search through my ancient sketchbooks for some ideas I've sketched but never inked or colored. I've come across some of my old Bad Karma sketches and figured on a whim to ink and color (digitally mind you) the chow maid sketch. Not to toot somebody's horn but I gotta give kudos to Al Mackey for doing a photoshop tutorial and since I have photoshop at work, I went to work on my free time. So far, following the tutorial, I think I have digital inking down, as well as flat coloring, but for the life of me, my brain can't get a handle on shading!!! Argh it is frustrating!@!! I figured the best thing to do is to keep practicing but only at work. Of course I could use Gimp and I'm slowly learning that program but let's face it, I'm an old dog, an ancient dog and learning tricks gets difficult.

All I ask is for you folks out there to bear with me while I try and learn, I used to know this stuff but lately when I perform a trick, I get no treat and no treat makes for a grumpy doggie. Cheers

My body quakes with undue stress, as I gaze into the mirror, the face reflected back is unfamiliar, a disconnected look. Behind the eyes screams a message unheard, one that is urgent, yet not obeyed. What thoughts that flow with the misfiring of neurons are jagged and chaotic. The voices, the ones that advise me, the ones that worry grew silent. Was this a change, something that was timed and scheduled, or was this something that sprang into being without notions or guidance? The fight for control continues, with each inch gained, a yard is lost, with each yard lost, a mile is uncovered. Miles for which I must walk, distance that I must bridge or else wander lost between waking nightmare and the approaching twilight.

Then again, what's the point of complaining on a journal, if read somebody is going to chine in saying I'm becoming a drama whore, oh well, all I can say is don't respond, that goes for words of encouragement as well, some things is best left unsaid. I can count at least 5 entries I've made to this journal concerning my love life, that's 5 too many. The bottom line is that I've given up fighting for my individuality, fighting to be my own man in a relationship based on toting that barge and lifting that bale. I can rule out affection received cause all we do now is argue. The back-up plan was just to grow old together with me being the provider. That plan was promoted from plan B to the main objective. From my point of view, there is on sense in calling it quits with her and starting over from square one with somebody else since I was fortunate enough to have her interested in me in the first place. I'm too old to look for another, of any sex period. I'm too damaged to provide that balance in a relationship, which should be a nice prize for abusers, but I'm resisting the temptation. I'm ready to grow old alone with somebody who claims they love me but find me perfect for grunt work.

In the end, I have only myself to blame, that and biology. Today I go over to her sister's house for a birthday party, the next day, her mother's house for dinner, Friday I pay bills and take her shopping, and Saturday to yet another party. What does it leave me with, but Sunday to recharge, regroup, and remorse.

Oh well, such is life folks, it is what you make of it and I've made a mess of it for sure. This is the last time I will write on the subject, I figure you all had enough of this, I won't discuss this in the future.

Cheers, I guess.

I had a sick day today so I figured I would kick back, heal a bit and try and catch up. Lo and behold as I go through submissions, I found an interesting piece that caught my eye. For reasons I do not wish to quote since I fear the man, (ie admins) I won't mention names or causes or effects, but it had something to do with a submission posted by one of the folks I watch. Good looking submission but I have a feeling it will get flagged and deleted, and the poster punished verbally. They say ignorance of the law is no excuse, but come on now! Not everyone knows the rules like the back of their hands/hooves/appendages/whatever. What torqued me off was the fact that one of the self appointed art police not only caught it, they commented as well. Now don't get me wrong, enforcement is everybody's responsibility, but come on now folks, at least put the notification in private message! You don't have to prove you got an e-penis to do the possible right thing and in the end, it saves a lot of butt-hurt on all sides.

(Yikes! Rant mode has been engaged!)

Hey, not everyone has built-in skill and talent in art and when has this become a competition in art. When have every artist here, pro or amateur been put in a category? Art should be fun, even if you have to use the assistance of a generator. Hey, ok so even I know that some generators are bad, such as for popular copyrighted characters, but something done by another artist and given the go ahead to use by others should be exempt, you see, that artist who spent the time making it to be shared by all is doing the art community a favor by providing a tool in the aid of bettering the quality of art. Think of it this way, something used by one to at least give a hint of how art is done will allow that person to grow in knowledge and perhaps allow them to draw or do art freely in time. Those tools will not work if they are restricted so hey, how about cutting a little bit of slack. Maybe no to Southpark and Sonic character generators, but yes to content created by other artists that was meant to be shared. It's like the memes, it's a no-brainer!!!

Ok, I'm done ranting, perhaps I can get back to doing some art now. Cheers.

... And the dog came back, the very next day, the dog came back, they thought he was a goner, but the dog came back, he just could not stay away.....

Yea, I came crawling back folks, wounded, but still alive. My brief leaving was not due to anything happening on FA, it was my love life. I had to take a little time off to try and resolve things. As it goes now, I'm back into her good graces, but only on a thin line. I normally don't do this sort of thing but I was in such a state if disarray, that I honestly could not think straight. But I'm back now, it may take awhile before I go back to commenting on folks works and drawing art again, but I figure one step at a time.

Again I would love to thank those who left kind words in the last journal and I am deeply sorry if I made anyone worry. I can make it through this, I must, if anything for the sake of art. Cheers and thanks again.

To let folks know that I might be off line for a little bit. Too much bad stuff going on in my RL love life (If you can call it a love life). It is unknown if I will make it through this time in one piece, or if I will even return on line, but know that I thank in advance those who supported me, and thank those in advance if they laughed and jeered because even negative criticism is welcomed because it maintains the balance.

Cheers.

Just a little note to let folks know, I'm trying to catch up on things, such as comments, artwork, replies, and such. I think I got my second wind, or was it my third or fourth, sometimes it's hard to remember. I have plans to finish the love art meme, Artist's block, as well as start up a few new items and dare I say it, do some gift art for a few out there who stood by me in my moment of crisis. (as in moment of crisis, it was not much of a crisis but the kind words did help me to cheer up and get my head screwed on straight.) Also bear with me as I post some old art, I gotta get this stuff out of my system cause as long as I keep it bottled up, I get stifled, and know knows how many trans fat and free radicals build up in my arteries. Cheers and I will try not to disappoint.

In other words, I managed to live through Valentine's day without thoughts of suicide. In fact, it was quite upbeat in the beginning of the day as phonecalls flooded the job with messages of lovingly nothings muttered between spouses and such, no such call came to me but I did not worry. At least one person got flowers and I more or less made a comment about how pagans worship by offering someone dead things. I got a laugh out of that as well as my co-workers. I dreaded the approach of quitting time cause it meant going home, getting dressed and going over to my GF's house for the Thursday night dinner, and in this case, exchanging of gifts and cards.

Not bad at all, I gave her a ring, not an engagement ring cause I'm still waiting. I gave her candy, chocolates which she chewed me out a few days before about giving her candy, she worried that it would be too expensive for me. I have her mother an offering of Taboo, the fragrance, at least I'm on stable ground with her mother. I received a bottle of brut (or is it Brute) cologne, a silver men's bracelet, a card and some candy which I was warned not to eat all of it due to my condition (Diabetes).

A kiss, a hug, nothing more since I was over her mother's house and it is forbidden to go beyond first base there. The surprise of the evening came when while having coffee and cake, those gathered at the table were asked to help in designing a cake for my GF's nephew, he is so into pokemon. Usually, the ladies of the family were tasked with the graphics since my GF's mom baked and decorated the cake. The little tyke, bless his twisted soul, offered up a pokemon card to go by, in this case, Slaking. Needless to say, the womenfolk were befuddled, like does caught in headlights. The poor darlings had no clue how to draw it to the size that would fit a cake. It was the closet furry to the rescue. They knew that I dabbled in a little art but have no clue of my involvement in the furry genre, (and I hope it stays that way, man, some of the strange stuff would cause their poor heads to explode.) A few glances at the card, some scrap paper to do rough drawing, and then PosterBoard for the final design to be cut out and used as a template for the cake. With only a few variations, I was able to draw it just right, one Slaking, in a battle pose, chopping boards kung-fu style. The kids were impressed, the womenfolk were amazed, and I was confused. I guess a little bit of art knowledge can help you in the long run. At least I know when I see the cake, I can smile knowing I had a hand in it. Perhaps when the kids get older, I'll introduce them to the very vixen birthday cake, nah, I won't corrupt youth until they are ready.

So to end, I'm not in the dog house, although I did not get any play, I still feel that cupid shafted me, but I'm still happy that I did not spend Valentine's day alone.

Cheers.

Love stinks! yea yea! You would think that someone who is attached to someone would have it made, no blues for them on Valentine's day, but no, not for this guy. You would think I got everything right, gotten her yet another ring, she sure likes her bling-bling! Constructed a nice loving card, gotten her some candy, and did everything she asked me. Yet I feel I got shafted by cupid and good. Yea I know, I mentioned her in my past journal, and so far things did not change much. She claims that she is helping me by making me change, but into what? What bad habits I did have got nixed, I am her devoted servant willing to race to her side at a moment's notice. We don't argue... much and I let her have the last word. I even was prepared to give up my entire family, cut my ties so I can be with her, yet that is not enough. A few days before the dances of hearts day saw a big argument brewing. Of course I did everything within my power to avoid it, yet it almost ended in my leaving her. All that time and effort, about to go down the drain, all that and a glimmer of hope of being a free man, yet all it took was one phone call, in the darkness of the night, one strained voice pleading with me not to go. Where was my nerve, my resolve, my balls??? They retreated. By now some folks would day, leave her, run for your life! But you see, I can't do that. Some folks think it is easy to dump someone and start off fresh, but my stupid conscience always ready a red hot poker to shove into my soul if I even think of causing anyone pain. A human flaw, one which stuck with me for so long and hard to get rid of. I can't bare to see her hurt. She would have to get rid of her pets because she alone would not be able to care for them... (Ok, yes, my sweetheart is a bit disabled, but still a capable person) I could not go around crushing someone's dreams of a future not being alone, even though all that involves is just me being there, no physical love, just love. I figure my needs are no longer important due to my declining age, best to grow old together. (Sheesh, curse the makers of Viagra, once you get to a certain age, sex should only be a fond memory, not nothing to recapture for risk of hurting one's self.) Looking for another is out of the question, even younger, I at least want to die somewhat tainted and not a full blown pervert. I figure I can muster enough patience to endure the heartache and abuse, at least when I go before her, and that seems to be a fact that the males die before the female, she can at least have something nice to say about me in passing.

You can say that I'm writing this as a mild warning to those youth out there. If you go into it for love, make sure it is an equal deal and not one sided. Even if you do find yourself in this situation, weigh the options well. Having someone, regardless if it is not all candy and cards is way better than being alone, be it five fingers upon yourself, or one finger for her, it beats dinner for one most of the time. Cheers and if you see Cupid, tell him his time is up.

My god! I'm only a few away from breaking 1000 on comments given and comments received. Yea, I know I made my share of comments, some serious, some quite silly, but I did not think I would get an equal amount of others making comments to me. I feel honored and a bit scared. I mean how am I supposed to celebrate it? I could draw something but I'm more or less saving that for when I reach 3000 on my page views. Anyway, thanks folks for the comments and more so thanks for allowing me to make my comments towards your art and endeavors. Cheers.

I saw this and could not resist, oh wait, I tried to resist cause for a day that brings folks so much joy, it caused me such heartache. Run away while you still can!

Swiped from  joe2491
This is insanity, read at your own risk.



1. Are you single or taken?
Sad to say, I'm taken and how. Although looking back, I wish I was not taken.

2. Chocolate or flowers?
Chocolates of course. Unless I receive edible flowers.

3. Will you do anything special for Valentines Day?
Just the usual celebrate with my sweetheart, give her gifts, have her chew me out as usual. (sigh)

4.Do you like anyone?
I guess I do like a few folks, but since I've been chained, it has only been a fleeting thought.

5. Were you dating anyone last Valentines?
Nope

6. What would be your dream Valentines date?
Romantic, but not to an excess, no gushy mushy stuff, just an understanding between two adults,
of course sex does not hurt either.

7. Do you make a big deal about Valentines?
I try not to, but of course the other half has her own plans.

8. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
Not that I know of, and if I did have one, that is sure one well kept secret.

9. Would you ever write someone a love letter?
I've done so in the past, but of course I was young and stupid then.

10. Do you believe in Cupid?
I wish I did, if Cupid/Eros was real, I would have some choice words with him, as well as some well laid out plans of torture for putting me through years of heartache and pain. (Grrr Grunt Gnashing of teeth.)

11. Do your parents give you presents on Valentines?
Nah, the remaining parent does not even bother mentioning the day.

12. Do you still send out Valentines cards?
Only one and that's to the one who has caged my heart.

13. Do you like candy hearts?
I used to, but since I can't eat them anymore, to me, what is the point.

15. Is Valentines depressing?
Let's see, I'm with a person who I have known for years, who I could not be with until her father passed away for some reason I won't bother mentioning. Each year I give her presents, small tokens of my love while she tries and shower me with rich gifts designed to keep me interested, and speaking of interested, a slight shake of the behind, a sly smile, but nothing more, and for the rest of the year, I have the privilege of taking care of her various animals, doing grunt work and is only rewarded with a grope now and then... and the final insult, I've grown too old to find another, too old to seek a younger one, too old to change so I'm stuck... Of course it's depressing. (Kill me now, Kill me now!)

16. How do you feel about PDA?
Just kissing, what little I do get, but nothing more, let the public figure it out.

17. How is your love life?
Like an undead zombie, it just shambles along just calling for brains.

18. Have you ever been dumped on Valentines?
In the past before I found (or in this case captured) by my sweetheart, I got shot down so many times that I suspect there is a place in purgatory with my name on it cause I've already gone through hell on earth!

19. How many roses would you want?
The way I feel at the moment, one rose, black, with poison thorns

20. Will you have a boyfriend/girlfriend next Valentines?
I am trapped in a relationship I dare not break, I dare not look at another or think of another. For the rest of my remaining life I will celebrate Valentine's day with one unless she decides to leave, and from what it looks like, only leave when my still lifeless corpse is no further use. (sigh)

You folks can steal this if you wish, I am sure you can make it better than what I have already done. Cheers.

Filched from http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tigerdemon/
 tigerdemon
so I hope he don't mind.

Only cross off the things you've never done!

() I’ve Never Been Drunk
() I’ve Never Kissed A Member Of The Opposite Sex
() I’ve Never Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex
() I’ve Never Crashed A Friend’s Car
(x) I’ve Never Gone Past “Second Base” at a movie theater
() I’ve Never Been In A Taxi
() I’ve Never Been In Love
(x) I’ve Never Dumped Someone
() I’ve Never Been Dumped
() I’ve Never Shoplifted
() I’ve Never Been Fired
() I’ve Never Been In A Fist Fight
() I’ve Never Snuck Out Of My Parent’s House
() I’ve Never Been Tied Up
() I've Never Had Sex
(x) I’ve Never Regretted Having Sex With Someone
(x) I’ve Never Been Arrested
(x) I’ve Never had a one night stand
(x) I’ve Never Made Out With A Stranger
() I’ve Never Stolen Something From My Job
(x) I’ve Never Celebrated New Years In Time Square
() I’ve Never Gone On A Blind Date
() I’ve Never Lied To A Friend
() I’ve Never Had A Crush On A Teacher
(X) I’ve Never Celebrated Mardi-Gras In New Orleans
() I’ve Never Been To Europe
() I’ve Never Skipped School
(X) I’ve Never Slept With A Co-Worker
(X) I’ve Never Been Married
(X) I’ve Never Been Divorced
() I’ve Never Posed Nude
() I’ve Never Thrown Up In A Bar
() I’ve Never Eaten Sushi (
(X) I’ve Never Been Snowboarding

Yea, I lead a boring life.

Lately I've been chugging away at art, reading journals, and struggling to improve, all worthwhile endeavors mind you, but something within the course of my travels have popped up, gnawing at my brain and eyeballs for attention that I've tried not to give. Keep in mind, yes it will sound a bit like a rant, but honestly I mean no ill behind it, just the feeling of irony. Yes my friends I'm about to explode about DA! (Gasp!) Where shall I begin? Between my failings on VCL, my short stint at YNA where even though I was welcomed there, I felt I did not belong, an outcast or perhaps a token, I was wandering without a place to showcase my art, a community where I felt welcomed. Someone mentioned DA and my heart skipped a beat, perhaps this was one place where I will not be judged by my artistic skills, but by the dogged determination to be a legit artist. Now enter the rumor mill, and it's many gashing teeth. "Oh, you can try and join, but here is a long list, and a quality control screening process." or this little gem, "The best of the best go there, you will not be noticed." Just a few choice words were enough to have me running back to my vanishing obscure webpages. That one night when a friend suggested FA, I felt I was at the end of my rope. My webpages gone, nothing left of my art and stories except space on a harddrive, I had nothing to lose. Ok, I have arrived, and it felt good. Well, just a little drama here and there but nothing that will kill my soul, just bang it up a bit. I thought at at last I have found that special place, that one dry spot in the sea of spooge and angst that I can rest and gather up my artistic energies. But of late I've heard more about DA, how some artists are not as to par as their peers, yet they have space there. Where some artist choose to showcase their art not only there but on FA as well. Heck, even Daveykins is there!!! (You folks know who I am talking about, and I don't speak ill of the man, I love his work!) Argh!!!!!! Why? Oh why me? Perhaps it is a sign, perhaps those rumors in the past was some grand plan to get me to find that safe haven called FA. In any case I got this off my chest, now I can go and create. Sorry if this was a bit long in the tooth folks, hard knocks have a habit of doing this to folks.

Honestly, I'm putting on a smile and hunting up some art to do. I will be happy, I will be happy, Think of bunnies, Think of bunnies. :)

I was tagged by  neosanthrosoldier
Oh Snap!

Rules:
1. Post these rules
2. Each Tagged person must write 8 facts about themselves
3. You have to inform 8 people that they have been tagged on their userpage

In for a penny, in for a pound. Eye bleach and icepick available after reading for those who need it.

1. Sometimes I feel very insecure. I wonder how I managed to make it through the day around people

2. I'm not fussy about the company I keep. Even if there is somebody within my circle who treats me wrong, I will not turn them away.

3. Sometimes I have dreams that I am of a different race than who I am and even then I have problems coping.

4. I get sentimental and teary-eyed over things that could be considered silly, like an old show or a missed pet.

5. Most times my honesty gets me in more trouble than my evil side.

6. I will sometimes reject friendship for the sake of the person offering friendship in the hopes to save them from me.

7. I love to cook, but hardly have the time to cook anything worth eating, just stuff that will keep my body alive.

8. Even though I am now 40 pounds lighter, my waist is slim and I am recovering a bit of muscle, I still feel I am ugly and not attractive to the opposite sex.

This may change with time but I doubt it.

Think of this as a follow-up to my last journal where upon a surprising development happens. last night I was over my GF's house for the weekly family dinner. After the food was devoured and folks began to settle down, my GF's niece had a homework assignment to do which involved drawing animals. The little perfectionist she is, being only 7 years old, she wanted to draw penguins. My GF suddenly jumped up and volunteered me to do the honors of drawing a template for which she could trace by eye. Honestly, I'm humble and shy when it comes to showing my so-called artistic talent to anyone else. My first mistake was not drawing a simple penguin, heck, it's not my style, I consider myself a cartoonist first, then an artist. Oh the niece fell in love with the drawing but lacked the ability to copy it. This forced me to drop my skills down a notch, which I did not mind and cranked out a more simple penguin, something she can draw. I was straining at the leash with a pencil in hand and paper at my command, I could not help but to draw a stylized bunny gal which drew oohs and aaahs from the family members present. (please note, I kept these drawings clean, no sense of freaking out the family. ) I finished off by drawing a quick sketch of my GF's animals, the two guinea pigs and her hamster.

In the end, I think I've earned brownie points with her family and the GF threatened to scan the bunny and make it her wallpaper for her computer, a thought that chilled me to the bone since it was unfinished, unpolished work. Now all I have to do is to keep her from discovering my more dark side of the genre. heheheheh. Cheers.

Over the past several months I have either heard word that some folks are deleting their accounts and moving to other archives/galleries, or have witnessed it first hand. It almost seems that history is repeating itself cause I've seen this before. I do not know what to make of it, or how to react to it so for the moment I'm playing it safe. Some folks have already received my heartfelt thanks for being part of the community and wished them well on whatever they choose to do, it is all I can do, no twisting of arms or putting guns to the head of cute little bunnies. (Besides, I can think of better things to do with cute little bunnies than putting a gun to their heads. :) ) *sigh* Just when I'm feeling my mojo return, the artist block breaking a little, this happens. Oh well, they say for those who leave, there are others willing to take their place. I do hate to think of that in this context, I will try and look up.

For those who are about to leave, I salute you. Cheers.

Last night I was doing my usual, over my GF's house to do laundry and clean her animals. I was bored waiting so I picked up a post-it note and began to doodle an idea to try and finish the Artist's Block comic I have been putting off. First off it was a roughdraft, second, it showed a bit of boob-age. She more or less forced me to show her, she commented on it, and lowered my guard. I opened her browser to my FA page, but did not log on so she could only see the clean art. Before she got a chance to see it, we were off to clean her animals. After a rousing hour and a half of scraping cages, washing them and her usual petting session with them, we went back downstairs, and while I cleaned up, ridding myself of Guinea pig stench, she looked over my page. I was expecting the usual "Ooooh, this is cute!" response, but instead I got an earful due to the fact that a shout on my page was from Dusty, and her avatar was doing the old booty swing. I told her it was harmless, but it landed me in the doghouse for tonight. Thank god she did not see my R and X rated stuff. :) Oh well, I'm sure she will forget this for now, I can only hope.

Call me a packrat if you will, but I've saved quite a few sketchbooks from years gone by, so many years gone by. These were musings I did in those golden days when I tried to make an effort to improve my style and skill. I think I only showed these old sketchbooks to a few people and they got a kick out of how my art improved from then to near now (a couple of years before now that is.) Many times I've looked back to these sketchbooks for ideas and inspiration, but some of the material I thought would never see the light of day again. Well, I would not call it a change of heart to show these again, just that I never know what might happen to these books, a fluke or freak accident will wipe these images and thoughts out forever much like some of my old sketchbooks that did not survive the test of time or have gotten lost. (I'm still convinced that I have seen some of my ideas floating around when I lost two sketchbooks years ago, but heck, coincidence maybe.) Anyway, from the year 1979 to about 1988, the surviving sketchbooks will be scanned and placed in scraps for a limited time only. Perhaps in this process I might find myself renewed and do updated versions of my old work. Cheers and please if any of the images causes severe brain and eye damage, I can't be held responsible. :)