Men that have a lot of sex are called studs,
whereas women that fuck a lot are called sluts.

Some people think that this is unfair,
that men should be given a desirable title,
and women should be called a disrespectful name,
when they're just doing the same thing.


But I'm not so sure.
I think men earn their title.

Because it's easy to be a slut, and it's hard to be a stud.

To be a stud you have to be approachable,
friendly, witty, charming, well dressed, and have a fake job.

To be a slut you just have to be there.


\


In other news, there's a small group of about thirty or forty
bats living in the garage where I keep my car.

Anyone know how I can make life more comfortable for them?


- Faraaar

Words #28 - 56 & 84 are dedicated to Cryptozoo. The rest are basically worthless, but should hopefully be fun to read all the same. So, holes. Weird things, aren't they? What gets larger the more you take from it? A hole. How bizarre. What are holes, really? Can you buy one, or do you have to make them, and if so then what are they made of? Is it possible to see a hole? What do they look like? ...or just see through it? The Beatles had a song called "Fixing a Hole" but you don't actually fix the hole, do you? You fix whatever it is that the hole is in. Is it possible to have something full of holes? You can have a hole in a bucket, but you can't have a bucketful of holes, certainly not that you can pour out onto the carpet. Do they even exist at all?

Anyway, today I was a bit miffed at someone who was struggling to find an artist to commission. I swear they only mentioned it in a "yeah I'm pretty desperate for an artist but I wouldn't look at your rubbish if you paid me" sort of way. I wonder when being a total shit to me will go out of fashion.

Just a quick note on my forthcoming journals, and a bit of personal news. Since art and music are a bit of a "no" for me, I'm paying the bills by doing journalism again. This means that my FA journals are now professional quality, and you'll have to pay to read them.

Only joking.
They're not going to be professional quality at all.

- Fara

...but this time it's the white house.

Welcome to office Mr President Barack Obama!

You know, one of the criticisms levelled at Obama in the run up to him being elected was that he is not a real American. When you look at him, you can see what they mean. After all, he's slim. It's a bit odd that America sees a black president as a dawn of change, I don't see what's so different about a black guy demanding change, and anyway, Zimbabwe have had a black president for years and he's fucking terrible. Anyway, it really dosn't matter about the colour of his skin. At the end of the day, he's an annoying opinionated American.

This was originally written by Jameberlin,
I'm reposting it as a QFT, since I have been known
to let people hear opinions and ideas that they don't want to hear,
or ones, that they have been told by society, are wrong.

*

You know what?
There are a lot of people with opposing views from mine,
if I don't agree, and I choose to say so, I respectfully disagree,
and state why. Hopefully,
it incites a nice dialogue of opposing opinions...
unfortunately, people are way to into being drama queens,
they get upset too easily, take everything as a personal attack
and pass judgments on you as a person
based on something you said on the internet.

ZOMG! INTERNETS! I IS OFFENDEDZ!!!
THIS CANNOT HAPPEN!!!
FLAME FLAME FLAME FLAME.

Pick your battles, drama queens. Spare us your inane dribble.

*

I lasted one day
one
day
on the Fur Affinity forums, before I was gang-flamed
and e-mobbed off the site, because someone chose
to be offended by an opinion I stated, and set about
flaming me and inviting others to join in.

Thankfully, though, the main site of Fur Affinity seems
a lot more respectful, considerate, and far less eager to
be offended at every opportunity. So well done, and thanks,
for being a lovely community.

If I could, I'd make you all a nice cup of tea.

- Faramisz

Any ideas on stuff I can do to my car to make it look more "fur affinity" ? Gotta be cheap, easy to do, removeable in case I want to drive somewhere, and not leave any marks on the car after it's gone. I want to try an alternative car-photoshoot.

Just a quick rant, while I'm browsing the newspapers. Might turn this into an article for a Sunday newspaper.

While browsing, I came across an article that writes about the new law to stop smokers from fostering children. Now, I'm not a smoker, but to me, this is yet another way our (British) government is using to monitor and control us. There's an article about it on the BBC:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/.....on/7710371.stm


...but if you don't want to read that, I'll summarise and explain. The government want to stop people who smoke from fostering children. Fair enough. Problem is this; how do you define a smoker? I had a pack of cigarettes a few months ago, so am I a smoker? I don't smoke anymore, so am I not a smoker? If I were to have a cigarette now, I think I'd be a smoker, but if I were not during all that time in between smoking long ago and smoking now, would I have been a smoker then too? If I smoked one now, in ten minutes, would I still be a smoker? What if I never had another cigarette again? So on and on and on.
It's difficult to define when someone is or isn't a smoker.

That brings up a more serious problem. The government already spy on, and inside, people's homes, under the umbrella of "fraud investigation" - for those people on tax cuts, income support, and job-seekers allowance. If they're cheating the system by receiving benefit as well as having a job, they get busted. There's a special police organisation to catch these people. They monitor bank accounts, phones, cars, and homes. They look through windows to see what has been bought, and what activities are going on, allsorts.

I'm sure they'll do the same with this new law. Watching, and waiting, for a time when they can take children away from people, and lock people up, for smoking in their own homes.

Just discovered something unusual with Windows. Some of you may know my 'rootaur girl character, Con. Short for Connie. Well, I was going to organise her own folder on my computer. Make a new folder, tryed re-naming it to "Con" and the specified device name is invalid. Very odd. I didn't think it was too short. I renamed the folder as "Cog" and then as a simple "." but again it wouldn't let me use Con.

I could name it absolutely anything, except what I wanted.
Isn't that always the way?

The reason is that it's one of those old DOS command folder things, and I couldn't name the folder COM1, COM2 etc, or LPT1, or AUX - because they're DOS things too.

It's not a problem,
I'll just call the folder "Connie" and write a boring journal about it.

Pühapäevane venitus oli kummaline. Paistab, et enamus asjad, mida ma laen üles pühapäeval ei huvita mind ja kuigi ma olen täna asju ka üles laadinud paistab, et teised pole huvitatud nendest. See võib tulla sellest ka, et ma olen tagasi Euroopa aja juures. Igatahes ma salvestan oma laetud asjad ära homse jaoks.
Need, kes jälgivad mu sõiduauto progressi projekti võivad kindlad olla, et teil on veel palju oodata. Ühtegi füüsilist progressi pole tegelikult tehtud, ainult veidi lammutamist aga mul on nüüd plaanid katusega, sammastega, ukse paneelidega ja kõikide teiste kunstnahast värkidega, seal hulgas ka uus must velveti laadne pehme materjal. Alkantara. Mmmm.

Armastust, rahu ja raha
- Faramisz

I blew my van up.

Got some good dorifuto and powerslides this morning.

On the way back, the engine overheated, and then burst.

Not my fault.

Recalls have been issued by the manufacturer.

The machine was flawed and faulty from new.

I've done well to keep it going as long as I have.

But today it gave up.

The whole interior was coated in boiling water and oil.

Hardcore. Messy as well. My phone got drenched.

With the great combination of it being a rice burner,

and me not giving a shit,

I let the steam clear and the engine cool for a moment,

then drove on.

Nearing a chicane into a village, I saw another car coming.

In my lane.

Accelerating towards me. Right at me,

in my crippled, bleeding, burning van.

It swerved at the last moment.

I'm still mucky from the wet slick that was in the seat,

on the dashboard,

and raining from the roof.

Now for a shower and some sleep.

This has been a good day.

It's a work in progress!
This is for a Japanese car tuning magazine, and is an article as part of a larger feature on the pros and cons of electronic driver aids in modern cars. My focus is largely on the Lexus car company, with regard to the leisure drivers and drift pilots. The piece opens with a set of images of Lexus cars powersliding and drifting.

*

The cars seem so graceful, so composed, so effortless, so boring. An old school car would be on the ragged edge, screaming and struggling for grip. You'd need skill to be able to contain its blind fury, without relying on the sophisticated electronics of the modern cars. You would need to drive.

I thought off-roading was boring until I tried it in a Rover Metro. Off-roaders have so much kit on them to make off-roading civilised, comfortable, easy, like driving around town. Technology takes away almost all the fun. Collision mitigation systems take the danger, the reason to pay attention, out of motorway driving. Satellite navigation takes the sense of adventure out of a journey. This is particularly so in the cars where turning the traction control off doesn't turn the system completely off.
Cars like the BMW E92 M3 and the Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X FQ360 are packed with different ride, drive and operational settings to make them quicker, or to make them more fun. This is fine. But they're not quicker if you spend 10 minutes setting them up, and they're not more fun if you can only drive to the limits of whatever mode you've set the computer to.

This makes me wonder, what new cars are there today that can serve up some old school thrills? Something that turns street drift into something more like a street fight? Something that was designed to handle instead of just grip?
A modern-day Toyota Sprinter.

The trouble is that cars without the drive management computer systems are cheap, and cheap means front wheel drive. Rear wheel drive means expensive, and expensive means you get a computer system. There are of course exceptions. The Mazda MX-5, the Honda S2000, the Porsche 987, to name a few. But even these show clear signs of facing in the same direction as the industry, all with some form of drive management system.

Sadly, I think the answer is in America. In technology terms, they've caught up to the European standard of the early 1980s now. Front engined, rear wheel drive, not afraid of some inexpensive power, and (possibly owing to drag-racing heritage) just bad enough ride, handling and build to get you to the point of merry terror.

As for the future, for those that still thrill the old way, unless a manufacturer is willing to take a risk on making a car for driving, rather than big selling, then the advancement of computer co-drivers, and the popularity of front wheel drive especially in America, will render the simple pleasure of real driving

...history.

*

My enemies and a couple of friends had inspired me to think about some things. I evaluated situations like an accountant, weighed up some pros and some cons, did some mathematical calculations, and just had a bit of a think, and the bottom line of my ponderings is that this world doesn't like me, I don't fit in it, and it would be a wise and noble thing to do to remove myself from it.
Don't worry though, if you're owed artwork etc, you'll still get it.

PS: Check out Maybell on FA

That's right.
Free.

You like that word. I know you do.

Buuut,
you have to earn it.

Always a catch, isn't there?
This time, the catch is this:

I want to do more artwork in the next few weeks,
also, I want to try more things, different fetishes,
different ideas etc.
With that, I hope to make my rubbish pictures appeal
to a wider audience.
This is where you come in.

If you can fetch me six new watchers,
you can have a sketch of moderate complexity...
(no "pirate ship with 22 pirates in a big orgy please" please)
...completely free.

It's up to you how you prove that the new watchers were sent by you,
maybe get them to reply to this journal or something.

Six watchers, free commission.
If any of the new watchers want to take part too, go ahead.

And if that wasn't enough,
I'll be putting all the new watchers I get from this cunning scheme
into a list, picking out a few at random,
and giving them free commissions too!

Thanks to you all,
- Faramisz

So!
I'm sick to death of being a stupid fat blob thing! Especially when I used to be such an energetic and intelligent little tower of awesome power. So yesterday, I did that awful deed, and got an excercise bike. Uuurgh gym equipment. The weather was magnificent yesterday, so I went for a run across the hills. It was nice. I used the bike for the first time this morning. It wasn't nice. There's very little inertia in the crank wheel, so it basically stops spinning with each pedal stroke, unless you can keep is chugging at over 150rpm or so. It's not as comfortable or easy to use or as much of a workout as a normal bike ride, and I miss out on the bird watching, beautiful scenery and pleasant weather that a proper outdoor cycle has. But while I'm using the indoor bike, I can play Grand Theft Auto. I'm still a slob at heart.

Just need to work on the "stupid" now. Any ideas?