So I have always believed in ghosts. Lets just say... seeing is believing. Over my whole life, since I was a little kid, we have suspected we have been being followed by a ghost. It's never been malicious, in fact it's been rather cool. Only one negative thing had ever happened. Tonight I had a bit of a startle.
We got home from running around for the day and it was dark. I open the door and step in and reach for the light. I look downstairs and see eyes! Like you see when your headlights catch the eyes of a cat or something, just that yellow glow. When I hit the light nothing was there, but it was looking at me. Eye contact. As close as it was to the floor I think it was a critter of some sort. Perhaps a pet that died here from a previous owner or something to that tune.
I did sense a TAD of hostility, like it didn't think I should be there. Not an "Attack!" sort of sense but a "Whothefuckisthat?" sort of sense.
We do believe something different is here. The house has been here since 1966 so things could have happened here. Sofar every guest we had here so far has seen a young boy downstairs as well. Just a fleeting glimpse, just long enough to tell it is a young boy.
Other than that, just things getting moved happen.
In Grand Junction I had a couple of real spooky moments. Mom was in Arizona with her sister and I had a friend over doing a WWE pay per view. He chips in half and by the time it was over it was so late he just decided to crash on the couch and I'd drive him to work in the morning. (He worked in the deli with me for a short time.)
That night my whole entertainment system came on FULL BLAST. The whole setup was in a TV cabinet that closed completely so I couldn't have rolled over on a remote in my sleep. It was like waking up in a hurricane.
What is wierd is how he was so mad at me in the morning "What the hell was with you last night? You kept coming upstairs and going into the bathroom. You kept me up all night!"
"Dude, it wasn't me. For starters I have a bathroom downstairs. Secondly I sleep in only my underwear so I wouldn't be coming upstairs for anything with a guest here."
He never came back. He insisted at that point we do it at his place... until he vanished. (Something happened and they had to move on extremely short notice.)
The only other seriously notable paranormal thing that happened. I was trying to sleep. Me, I'm the worst insomniac you ever met. I have to drug myself into a coma every night. I couldn't get to sleep. My room was the size of a prison cell and there was no light switch, just a cord from the light. I sit up, reach for the cord I look over at the closet and there was a young woman sitting in my close, knees pulled up to her chest. Now, it's DARK. I wouldn't have been able to see anyone if they were in the room but there she was. She looked up and saw I noticed her and for a brief moment it's like she was happy. "He sees me!" but I don't know if it was my reaction or that I didn't recognize her the happiness was gone, and she looked sad. I pull the cord and she was gone. When we sold the house I said out loud she was welcome to come with us, and I hope she did. I got the feeling she is so lonely and we're all she had in that house.

I've uploaded some of my Waterford crystal collection.
http://hotrod-302.deviantart.com/#/d38f5kr
I also have a lot of my really old stuff, for example, a book of hand written poetry from 1888. Some other cool stuff.

Seriously, we need to start a furry mafia. I mean the real deal, not any roleplay thing. We need to start a furry mafia, complete with extortion and all the bells and whistles.
"Anthrocon, eh? Nice setup ya got. But there's a problem here. I noticed you aint got no union. Looks to me like this is stuff hard working union furs could be doin'. So we're here to organize a union."
"Uh... how do you unionize an entire FANDOM?"
"Easy. You pay us a fee. Those who pay the fee are protected. Those who don't pay the fee... not so much. And hey, who DOESN'T wanna feel safe, eh? But if ya don't wanna pay the fee, we're gonna shut this con down. WE don't wanna do that, but if we need to bring in someone to finish da deal... well... it might not be so nice. We got Addlesee who has some beefs in the fandom and would welcome any chance to... try and make things better. Then there's Duntov475 also known as The Big Evil Ogre. Y'see, he's a pretty good MECHANIC. Mechanics like to fix things and right now... looks like you're beginning to look like a problem."

Now there's a webcopmic, eh?

On a totally different note... the American Top Gear show is a LOT like what'd happen if Aelius, some other guy, and I all got our own TV show where we get to drive like loonatics. Seriously, Tanner reminds me of Ael and who else would be likely to get a Caddy airborne than me? (Did it with a Camaro. A Caddy will be a lot more fun since... I really don't care about the car this time)
I WOULD say Addlesee as the third guy but... I don't forsee Rutledge Wood pulling knucks on someone and Addlesee would have a much more... colorful... dialogue.

One of the things I always say is "I don't just leave problems and issues alone, because I'm a mechanic. I don't ignore problems, I FIX 'em. It's in my nature, and if it wasn't in the nature of many people everyone else's lives would be chaotic and broken.

It's WISE not to FUCK with a mechanics like me. We can analyze ever nut, bolt, level, and fulcrum of your life. Overtighten a screw here. Strip some nuts there. Clamp a hose and cut a line. Then when you watch your life begin to slowly fall apart we will be watching your torment. Don't even think about ending your own life because we WILL save you... just to force you to watch your life smoldering on the floor in front of you. Why? Because we can and many people deserve it.









HAH, just messin' with ya!




or maybe not.

We got another snow today, nothing in terms of volume but it was one of those that caused such a sudden drop in temps and so much came in such a short time the roads became nightmarishly (or, if you know HOW to drive in the snow, fun) slick. I wanted to get out of work at 9 because I intended to take it slow. Even if you are getting good traction you still never know when you hit an icy patch. So with four minutes to go people come in wanting me to slice shit. I think the last guy noticed that I wasn't happy (Since I closed down my slicer, cleaned it, sanitized it, and had to re-open it for HIM) "Dude, the roads aint even bad."
"I aint worried about MY driving skills. I'm more worried about these tuner guys with street race tires who THINK they know how to drive in the snow turning me into fender ketchup."
It's true, I know how to drive on snow and ice. It's nothing if you just use common sense. But there are too many people who think their car's traction control will do it all for them.
So on the way home I'm grumbling to myself... literally... about the situation "Bet the little fucker complained, too." when I crest a hill and see there's an accident. So I switch lanes and slow down (never know if someone or something is in the street) and as I go by a cop is helping out. One... two... threefourfive. Definately a pileup. Thing is, three cars hit each other. The other TWO were trying to avoid them and went off the road onto nice landscaping with BOULDERS!
"Yeah, the roads aint THAT bad, eh dude?" I'm thnking to myself. There were injuries, too. I guarantee those folks either thought the roads werent that bad, or were there as a result of someone else not knowing what they're doing.
Just cuz I know what I'm doing in snow doesn't mean some moron isn't going to take ME out too.
So those of youze getting your driver's licenses in towns where there is snow, yes snow is slick, yes there are areas that become slick even if the rest of the roads are not, and no you aint immortal.

You all know by now these petty little grudges I have... I HAVE noticed something...
For the most part there's been three targets. One is a poser artist. Nothing changed there. They got an unfair hand on FA with the ban of poser arts, but I aint cryin for him. Souled out he is.
But the other two... a female I'll just refer to as "her" and the guy who is made of bottomless bucks posting a number of images per day that he commissions.
Let's start with "her". That one seems to have made it her life's mission to not care about being disrespectful for the sport of boxing. But... that seems to have CHANGED. "Her" art has slowed to a crawl. Very few pics coming up. But here's the thing I'm kinda glad to see... the few that have come up are CLEAN! Almost as if it occurred to "her" that "You know... some find my portrayals offensive and thinking about it I can understand why. Maybe it's time I show proper respect, do the right thing and honor what the sport is. To be part of the solution, not part of the problem." That impresses me. It takes a bit of a load off of my mind that a good kind of maturity is taking hold. Psychological maturity instead of hormonal maturity. Self control. Self esteem. The train of thought that "I can be just as good clothed as I am naked. I'm going to prove I can be just as entertaining and I can SUSTAIN my AUDIENCE this way."
When you have a character that specializes in something it's LAME to rely on nudity as the draw to the character. It's taking the easiest route, the cheapest route, and laziest route. It takes no effort at all, no creativity at all, to get attention doing something all nude. I'd rather be mediocre but trying hard than super popular and doing it the easy way. Will their popularity begin to fade because they're behaving in a manner appropriate to their character's profession? Maybe. But if they stay the course and keep doing it the right way it will show personal character and a respectible integrity. Time will tell.

As for Mr. Moneybags... things are more disturbing than ever with him. I recall being told by "He with endless money" that I seem to be all about the negative, the suffering, the sacrifice, and the pain. He goes on to explain how HE is all about the FUN and GOOD and WONDERFUL aspects of combat sport. Looking at his art... "Fun, good, and wonderful" is being stripped naked, beaten bloody, humliated in front of crowds, and even being killed intentionally as erotic stimulation viewed through muted coloration and rediculous body proportions. I've seen my share of padded cells, and I've seen lots of people who been in them. Then there's iron bars. I KNOW what crazy is. I know disturbed quite well. I'm not sure which would be appropriate here. Not to mention EVERYTHING is a masterpiece in his eyes. He seems to have stopped calling the art he asks a masterpiece. He still posts pictures by other artists he finds on the net *SUPPOSEDLY* with permission and calls them masterpieces. An obsession that runs so much more deeply than any of my own... I can't help but wonder when and how will it end. He's one of those artists that I'd LOVE to see take his entire collection to a major art gallery, just to witness his dejected expressions as he explains how happy, fluffy, and wonderful and how good and fun a picture is as the audience sees a naked female gladiator pinned to the dirt floor with a sword... done totally digitally thus no actual tangible work to analyze. EVen Ron Jeremy would be appalled.
So I gotta give "her" kudos. A step in the right direction and a desire to be right.

Now once in a while, lately, I've been getting E-mails from someone. With my horrible memory I somewhat recognize them... but at the same time I don't recall them. I see they're forwarded to a lot of other folks and all there is in the Email is a link, usually a PHP at the end.
If it's a friend sending me the stuff, please put a name down because I can't remember people's emails well. A lot sort of blend together if they're similar. I don't wanna ignore friends, but at the same time I don't wanna risk it being a virus sort of deal.

On a side note... I was a road rage VICTIM today! That was fun, I love it when I have a good excuse to get a little nasty. In the Target parking lot I was heading towards the exit and there are stop signs in all the lanes for people trying to cross the main drag. I had the right of way and all, and a guy in a new Charger ran his stop sign and nearly broadsided me. He then follows me, gets out at the light, and starts bitching at my "maniacle driving". Normally I do drive rather hard but this time I was safe, it's a parking lot and kids can be around. I'm agressive, but not careless or stupid. Once he put his hand on my door sill and began dropping F-bombs all I said was (and I can't believe I said it) "Homie don't play dat." and I grab the guy's forearm good and solid and begin to creep forward forcing him to walk along the car. He's trying to pull free, and I'm just locked on with my eyes and smiling, getting a little faster and a littler faster before I let go.
But I don't condone this behavior. Odds are a creep like that won't come after me in person. By now he probably thinks I'm a loonatic not to fuck with. However, my car is easy to recognize. Fire engine red Pontiac Grand Am with custom Halo Headlights and enough clutter in the back seat to fill a dumpster. He sees my car he may take it out on the car instead. I wasn't gonna get out of the car, otherwise it might escelate into a fight, and I don't need the legal issues. (Though grabbing a guy and driving off THREATENING to drag him alongside the car is bad enough. I wouldn't have gone that fast, it wasn't even a brisk walk. It was merely a gesture. Still, not good in the eyes of the law.)
Still, I like getting like that here and there. Kinda a creative outlet. Still... I can't believe "Homie don't play dat" came out of my mouth...

Okay, in this community almost all of us have our own created characters. Now here's a question...
If some big name animator came along and saw your original online characters and wanted to do a big budget block buster animation starring your characters and story and could get anyone you want to do the voices, who would you choose? Anyone but you, because as furries we all sound nerdy. For example...

The first name for Landslide that comes to mind would be Vin Diesel. But that'd really only work in Landslide's time of being grim and gritty. There was a point in Landslide's life where he loses it all, and becomes a grim, dark, and gritty person. He's still a good guy, but only just. He makes the Punisher shiver a little "I aint messing with him."
But here's a voice you might not really think would fit Landslide... until you listen. When Landslide is full of fun and life a good voice actor would be Shawn Michaels. (Actually either of these guys)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AxogCo4dV4

Prowl is easy. He's not a small man, he's a pretty good sized guy. So he can't have a simpering little wimp voice. But he's not a dark character. He's fun and lively and I can only think either Ryan Reynolds or Dane Cook, plus they'd be able to wing the dialogue real well. As long as they can cut down on the F Bombs. Prowl likes to be an inspiration to the kiddies and parents frown upon that sort of language. 'Slide doesn't give a damn...

Sierra was a tough. Sierra has a full voice, she's got a good singing voice. She loves karaoke and entertaining. But there is a SINGER that would be able to do it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVSmiasnAuk especially when she really starts getting into the emotion of the song. Deep inner power eminating from the lungs...

So, who would voice YOUR characters?

I woulda done this a while ago but I've been quite sick and that triggers migraines that make light hurt my SKIN!.
On a sad side note... I barfed on my parakeet. I was there with my head in the bucket hurling and Birdie REALLY wanted to know what I was doing... and he fell in. He was NOT happy about the bath I forced him to take. But he's fine, no worries. He just smelled like regurgitated Dr Pepper and Blueberry Muffins and TUMS
HMMM... I was gonna do this meme but... I don't have 12 chharacters on either side of good or evil. I need 12 good characters or 12 evil. I'll really have to think long and hard and see if I can dig some up.

So I'm at work and check my Deviantart account on my smartphone and I see a visitor who... lets just say I don't see eye to eye with.
Now, for those of you new to my rantings and ravings, I have... a problem... with certain types of porn. Especially when it comes to combat sport. I saw a woman's life torn apart by a fetishist much like this visitor.
I'm a boxing fan. I was thinking "What method do you use to really watch boxing? Do you watch your favored fighter? Or do you watch using the perifery (SP?)and try and take it all in. It's fast paced, and tough to track.
Anyway...
While I'm pondering that I see the visitor at my page and as if a disembodied voice recalled to me about a discussion the guy and I had in the past.
I was big on ranting about how hard women in the sport have it, and how I have seen some seriously hurt and even seen some seriously DIE in the ring. Blah blah blah and such. So this guy (Who I wont name or link to unless asked because I do have younguns who watch me, and I don't want to link 'em to a smut peddling perv)
He said that I may be all about the suffering and hardships of the women in the sport, how I ignore the good and how he represents himself as displaying the FUN and GOOD and PLEASANT side of women in the sport.
However... if he's not lying to me he must be lying to himself and it definately shows a bit of his mentality that causes me concern. In his gallery I don't think there's a smile in there. His entire gallery is nothing but pain, punishment, suffering, agony... even DEATH. He has death meant as a sexual turn on. Rediculously endowed women skeweing each other with swords, for example. Polls about "which of these hotties DIE!?"...
And he accuses ME of being negative? Plus the work he displays has an almost bleak patina about it. Like it's a gloomy and faded photo or some... protien stained... ancient illustration on parchment. There's a lack of vivid coloration. There's no joy at all.
In his mind... is that happy and fun and wonderful? Holy shit...
Many of you already know who I'm talking about. But if you look at my art I have colorful characters, there are smiles, there are scenes where they ARE having fun in the sport and feeling that natural and heart pounding adrenaline... thumbs ups... as well as let downs and such.
This guy is beginning to frightem me more and more. Even another fetishist on another site even feels this guy is all about pain and suffering. "All his art is about is people hurting each other for cheap and ugly erotic thrills."
He swears up and down he has a lot of respect for the sport. He loves the athletes. Yet he's put forth no effort at all to show it. He has pictures posted that are true and respectful, but they're done by Richard P. Reyes and he's been inactive for a long time. This fetishist merely CLAIMS he has permission to post any and all works by this guy. Not sure if I believe him. I can't say no because maybe I simply don't WANT to believe Richard would support such a vile fetish so openly and willingly.

Got one in the back yard. There's a squirrel picking a fight with a great horned owl in my back yard! THEN... squirrel turns on ME! Sorta. He charged. I had him cornered and he wasn't happy. At the top of the pole, big ol gnarly owl. Beautiful creature, biding his time. At the bottom of the pole... me... trying to get the owl to look at me for a photo. Squirrel charges me and then hauls ass along the fence. Mr Owl decides "Dinner time.", but missed.
Hopefully I'll be able to see this guy more often! He's not full grown I don't think. Didn't seem to give a damn about me, though. Looked at me like... twice... "Sir... I don't know which is more buck toothed... the squirrel... or you."

I hate being sick. I need to eat and I need to take medicine but I keep barfing it up.

You can't view anything on Youtube without a google account now. Sounds to me like the first step in Youtube SUCKING.

Well, not for me. I have one built into my laptop but I'll never...
ever...
use it.
Nope, it's the Tigress. The woman Sierra my little lady boxer is based on. She got a new computer with a webcam built in. It's really welcome given how her visits since her folks are gone came to a halt. She'd stop and visit passing through to see her folks. Now she's a professional, making a lot of money and her job is on call so travel just doesn't happen anymore.
Anyway, we got to talking and... it wasn't really a pleasant one. We're not fighting, it was just remembering.
You see, Sierra is a byproduct. The Tigress was using her as a gimmick for her sport, boxing. In turn we were using boxing as her gimmick in furry fandom.
If she were still competing, she wouldn't be using the character at all. She's ashamed to have had anything to do with furry. The sex has gotten out of control and that makes things hard when you're trying to mix it with your profession because the general public sees furries as legitimate sex addicts. She would want to be out thhere for everyone, be a role model. Someone children to look up to, for inspiration for people who have had a few bumps slow them down in life. She wouldn't want a fan to come to FA and sign up and see the things they'd see here, especially when it comes to Green Legend, Summerbunny, Tetsuo... well.. all of them. Sure, there's all that "If you don't like it don't look at it" but it still sneaks through and it still leaves an impression and people would probably make a connection Sierra+boxing+sex=the tigress.
But it would have been something to move away from silently. A gimmick would have been a crutch anyway. But the big let down is her... I hesitate to use the word... "fans".
Out of all the people that claimed they were her fans (Not Sierra's fans. HER fans) nobody stood up for her. These foxy boxers knew where we stood. We stated our points of view. But the fans wouldn't.
ONE fan made pics with the PRO boxing vs foxy boxing. Addlesee supported how we felt. One other fan had a comic where a single panel mentioned how foxy boxing was hard on the sport and it's athletes. But aside from that... nobody stood up for her.
They were too scared, I guess. Fucking cowards. All she really wanted from them was to stand up for her. They didn't have to start a big fight, they didn't have to cause a lot of drama like I do. Just to tell, in front of the world, these foxy boxers are disrespecting people and hurting someone's feelings. But they were too cowardly. Then one of them finally grows some balls to bible thump me over the head to stand up for soeone ELSE I was beating over the head. Was it too much to ask for a "Hey, Green, this is cute and all but I have this friend who does this for REAL and your art makes her feel bad." or something? Apparently. Theyy didn't want to look like a bad guy by saying something. Hell, many fans of Sierra... all but a couple... lacked the BALLS to really say or do anything to say "Hey, this is a real person here and your stuff has a negative affect."
How long have I cried out for help? Just to have someone stand by me and the tigress and SAY something? Especially from those who flat out say they were fans? One guy was willing to stand by me and feel like the bad guy. You know why we were the bad guy? Because we were TWO VOICES trying to state a moral dilemma in a sea of people. If more people had joined in maybe things might have been a little different.
But looking at these fans now... it's become clear. They wanted to be friends with the tigress, muchly for the sex effect... AND they wanted to be friends with the more perverted nature of things at the same time. Be friends with GOOD as well as EVIL, so to speak... while claiming to be on both sides at the same time.
You know, it STILL bothers her. The career in the ring never happened, sure. But like Sierra she pushed herself for her fans, what few she had. Hell, now that her strength in that arm is back up to 70% I wouldn't be surprised if she'd give it another go for THE FANS. But right now the sport has no place. Women's matches are held with what can hardly be called a real audience. There is no pay really to it unless you're a BIG name... even then a lot of the BIG names have 9-5 jobs. And she has no fans to entertain. So she sits behind a desk. She's very happy with her life, she makes real good money, has a social life with good friends, and has a legitimate good time. But we still get that "what if" thought. Socializing with me brings that on, so I have to keep at a distence. Not push myself too hard into her good life and remind her and when I do see her online not bring anything up.
How sad izzat?
"What I've felt, what I've known. Never shined through in what I've shown. Never be, never see. Wont see what might have been. What I've felt, what I've known. Never shined through in what I shown. Never see, NEVER ME... so I dub thee unforgiven."
OH yeah. Before I forget and since I'm in a don't give a fuck mood... Summerbunny aint gone. So those fans and friends can stop pretending to mourne, and take down their "Sorely missed" banners. She's over on Sofurry... but then... I wager most of those guys knew that. Especially her fluffy green counterpart.

Gran Turismo 5. It's difficult to describe to those who have not played it.
It's a tough game to pick up AND put down.
It's kind of difficult to want to play it. But once you do, it's difficult to STOP playing it. If you're into arcade racers you might not like it, because it doesn't "feel" as "rapid" as other games might. But it's still fun.
Though I don't forsee myself getting too into it for much longer. For me a BIG aspect of a good racing games is customizing your car. In Gran Turismo you can't make a real one of a kind car. You can't even really choose from a broad selection of colors. You buy a car, select the color, and you then have a paint chip ou can use. But you can't mix your own colors or anything. Not even custom exhaust pipes and headlights.
Still, I got a 69 Camaro, maxed itt out on everything, and took it to the supercars and smoked 'em. Zondas didn't stand a chance! I still can't help but feel that it may be a little too easy, as far as A-spec goes. I lost one race. I'm not that great of a racer on videogames.

When I get to work... they should try and say my name more properly! Though I don't take offense... some customers do.
"HEYYYY REETCHARD!"
and a customer says... "Did she just call you RETARD?"
"Oh retard, can you get me the coleslaw?"
"Oh retard, can you sharpend these blades?"
"HELLO RETARD! You do such good work, reetard!"
"Oh retard, honey, can you get me the trays out of the cold case?"

It's so hard not to bust up laughing at times...

Well, it all ended about 2 AM this morning. The guy killed himself, just like the coward he is. He got off on children probably because he felt BIG overpowering them and knowing he was the boss, but wasn't big enough to handle an adult, so he had to go after children. That's the case most of the time. I knew roughly when it was over when the ghetto birds (Police helicopters for you white people) stopped keeping me awake all friggin' night.
http://www.denverpost.com/news/ci_17006290 there's the article. At least there's one less pervert in the world. I only feel bad for any GOOD friends and GOOD family who are mourning him... but I don't feel TOO bad for them.

So, a couple blocks south and one block east of where I am right now a man who is out on bail for solicitation, exploitation of a minor, and internet child porn is having a standoff with S.W.A.T., at least I think it's still going on. We haven't been given the okay yet and I haven't heard a lot of machine gun fire or anything.
It all started when five officers came to issue him a search warrant. He wasn't answering the door, so they breached the house and one cop was shot twice, but he'll be okay. Bullet proof vest and his shoulder was hit.
I want to go to bed, I have a splitting migraine. But I always wanna know what happens!
As many of you know I am active against sexual predation. So I'm sitting here enjoying the shit on how much media attention this is getting and how child molesters will be getting looked up online more and would be child molesters are given something to ponder...
Currently at Sofurry.com they're all in a tizzy because their love of cub porn is being threatened. They lost... I guess it's one of their providers for the web site or something... and they're crying about how long it will be before they try and take the cub porn away from them, and who and when will attention be turned on Sofurry.com?
Well... that is simple. They already have been. The Center of Missing and Exploited Children, FBI, and ASACP, CEOS, and about three other places are on sofurry and eventually... they will be POUNCED on and I will happydance on the testicles of a few people there. Did I mention the feds? You know how I know?
Because I'm one of 'em. I mean, I'm not one of the feds. I just work WITH the feds. I.C.E. and such and even to an extent until recently (my contact was downsized) Department of Homeland Security. Remember, I'm just a deli worker.

So, anyone get far into it? How customizable are the cars? Anything other than "kewl spoilers" and different colors of factory paint jobs?

We FINALLY have winter...
in Colorado. First real snow came today. Not exactly a blizzard but it's cold, and because the trucks didn't get out in time the roads are all slicker than greased shit at Taco Bell. Perfect for driving Camaros around sideways! So I did, which went all good and fine until it was time to go up the driveway and it wouldn't go up the driveway. Back tires get in the gutter and just spin. I didn't want to just sit and roast the tires until they bit, otherwise I might launch into something. But that's the beauty of down turned side exhaust. Back up about a foot and let it sit and idle a couple minutes and it melted the snow enough for me to get the momentum to get off the street!

A certain blue bunny who was supposed to have left the net and furry fandom just put me on watch on Sofurry.
Apparently she doesn't realize who she put on her watch list because she would otherwise know that I'm not exactly a fan.
Apparently doesn't read descriptions on pics either because I pretty much denounce everything she stands for in... every... pic I post.

Okay... well... now its time...
I had been saving and for Christmas the family helped and I got a new higher end home theater system. Time to get it put to use!

Plus I gotta get up at 6 AM to put in our 14 pound $100 prime rib roast lovingly seasoned with onion, garlic, cumin, sage, and... forget the name of the last engredient. We have it taking in the herbs now. Grated parsley! That's what the other was. More like POWDERED parsley.

Merry Christmas to all! If you don't do Christmas then at least a MERRY.. day... or something.

Well, Christmas is almost here and soon will be gone. Boy I can't wait for it to be done. I don't like holidays anymore. I got a feelin' the 24thh is gonna be a sucky day to work retail.

You know something that I have noticed...
When I am on here and run a big long rant and get all creative with the insults and colorful with my dialogue I get a pretty good response. Doesn't seem like fights break out.
BUT... when I try and make a calm, collected, and serious journal where I bring up a certain subject, particularly in the case of foxy boxing, that's when people get bent and pissy. I burned a few bridges because I'm trying to make a point and give some solid facts and figures and they jump my case or when discussing it they give the "*sigh* I hate when you get like this."

I wonder what it is that makes people participate on a reasonable and even fun and entertaining way when I refer to flamin' kitty boy, the green thing, and alone wolf, foxy boxing being a buncha horny sexual deviants who lie through their teeth about respecting the sport even though every action they take (EVERY SINGLE action) is a blatant show of what the sport is trying to avoid and disrespectful to the athletes... they claim to admire and respect the sport. I can go on and on and on and talk about how they're a bunch of loin thumping horndogs and the artists who draw them are attention craving sellouts who don't do art for the sake of doing art but because it's the only interaction with another person because their personality is so abrasive, bland, and insulting to all the senses that nobody with even a sliver of sense would even be willing to tolerate for long...

As opposed to a more calm and thought out journal such as discussing how the only logical outcome to the whole foxy boxing thing is that instinctfully those into it feel a strong mate is in thier best interest because they're good gentic material and capable of defending the children... and besides that there is no logical reason. I calmly point out the way that the athletes themselves don't like it, and have even said so, like here...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWSnQvODc1k and merely wish these artists and commissioners would consider THEIR feelings when they turn these athletes into inspiration for their latest porn pic and emplore them to do the honorable thing and at least devote an honest share of their efforts to supporting these folks the way they want to be respected... all the foxy boxers and their fans get pissy.
I just don't get the logic. Shouldn't it be the other way around?

SO I guess what I need to do from here on out is get mean an' nasty, sling the insults around, and piss in the foxy boxing soup so to speak and things will be fine!