I keep forgetting about FA. Sometimes i wonder why i even bother keeping an account.
I survived the drive, was fun even if things kept going wrong. Now that im back and established once more, time to make good on some things. starting with FA update.
So now heres a question....
been a while since i was last up here, anyone near the Kent area and have suggestions on things to do?

Man has it been a long while, so much has changed.....
So this is a recap, an explanation, and perhaps a chance at something else.
Guess ill start with the stuff people care about and move down the list.

Kobolds of Fa. in a nutshell, i turned over control to someone who has shown it far more love and attention then i could have given it. to be honest, i was never suppose to run that show. i was only to get it built, going, and then pass it to others who intended to run it. i wasn't even suppose to get a foot note, my entire presence in that project was to go entirely unknown. regardless, its in much better hands now. I hope that when i next log in and check it, it will have swelled to a size that rivals dragons of Fa.

Relocating. Currently im in Sanford, north Carolina. however starting tomorrow, im going to be making the journey back to Washington. taking the I40 route west...well...mostly.
have to drive under Tennessee because the I40 route there is closed. so far im considering pausing at the Grand canyon and the red wood national park, maybe pester Jarek when i hit Oregon...
Assuming the dragon even remembers who i am.
...
... yeah, probably not a good idea.

then back to Washington, depending on elements there, i might even continue onwards to Alaska...ive always wanted to see Alaska. though might be better to settle in and wait till spring before trying that. If anyone has any other good ideas for stopping points along I40, let me know. if im gonna be stuck in my car for 54+ hours, i might as well make a few memories for the trouble.

And lastly, my FA account. for a long while i have just ignored this place. using it only because people tend to link me things here. i have considered several times just closing my account...but perhaps....maybe what it needs is a good shake down and a update. something i will consider during the trek back.

I was doing that!
...
...
kinda.


a few months ago, i got one of those fancy art tablet thingies. and after ignoring it for this long. Decided. what the fuck...why not give it a go.
plugged that puppy in, downloaded streaming software stuff.
And went a-doodling.

Man...what an odd experience. Ive grown up drawing on paper. its strange to go from pressing my face to the paper to having to trust my hands and watch a screen. Also....Button options. this bloody tablet pen seems to have a button for everything from copying colors to doing my laundry.

And Man.....its been like 7ish years since ive drawn anything. and that shit showed. i feel sorry for Izzy, whom i dragged in to test the channel. having to watch what must be the artist equivalent of a train wreck.

Theres still a lot of things i need to work out, both art wise and broadcast stuff.......... Like remembering that when i click "Stop streaming"
My mic also turns off.
And i dont spent 20 minutes talking to myself.

Ill probably stream some more tomorrow for a bit.

A most magical moment for me occurred today at lunch. I managed to clear a number off my bucket list.
I was nabbing some lunch at Fred meyers, had just checked out. when the lady behind me points and says "Your cord is dangling." ( Yes, I'm aware of how perverted that sounded. it took all my will power not to be reduced to a giggling mess on the floor.)
What had happen was that i removed my headphones from my Ipod, so i could plug it into my car stereo. but since i keep my headphone cord along the inside of my shirt. the bottom six inches was flying free by my left leg. I, being the retard i am, failed to notice this. and probably walked around the entire store with this cord slapping the back of my leg.
But then, an idea struck me. it was brilliant!
I turned and said "Yeah, that thing does things on its own....A-cord.
Stunned silence followed that. the lady just looked at me in complete and absolute disbelief. i was smiling wide thinking myself amazing when i felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the cashier that just finished ringing me up. with a soft voice and concern look on his face he said
"Sir. I'm afraid i must ask you to leave the store."
i was dying with laughter all the way back to my car.


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Because there is a shit ton of people whom i haven't spoken too in so long now that Skype no longer has the last message saved.

Those who wish to be saved/readded. note me or something.

hehehehe....I made it to age 30.

Despite what some people predicted...i plan on living to 102 and then dying.....in the city of Detroit.

For those at rainfurrest, you will probably find me near dealers den, often lugging or flopped into a purple go husky chair. Feel free to say hello

<.=.<

>.=.>

I'm moving out tomorrow.

I'm...free.....

o.=.o

...free....

I"M FREE!!!

FREEDOM!!!!

I have seen some incredible things.

Today, a man named Joe, and his friend Tim.
they didn't know it, but fate would put them on a play of such biblical scale that i will never again view my job with a level of seriousness required by a professional manager.

you see, these two work for a company thats all about signs. starbucks signs in the case of my warehouse.
Now these signs im throwing out on their behalf...they are huge things too...and dont want to sit on my forklift blades very well. but the lift is NEEDED because the damed screens are too heavy to be lifted by even a small group of people.
So Joe decides to be a counter weight and stands on top of the screens, i find this to be a really stupid idea. i tell him to get the fuck off because this will end badly for him.

well...God heard my warning, and decided that Joe would be PERFECT for a life lesson, so while he was standing on a screen. Tim moves something attached to the screens to cause the product to shift to the left.
Joe looses balance.
he flails, screams a bit...
...
and then farts.

only....
....
it wasn't just a fart.

With the full force of fear and impending death, he bulges the back of his pants, and it was heralded by a trumpet that was loud enough to make my soda in my cup holder ripple as if a t-rex had stomped near it.

Boom....the entire warehouse is silent, all stunned by this shittastic display. like a sleezy strip bar, joe stood on this half manged platform looking like he was about to grow a tail.



I wonder....

Does this happen to all managers?
Or do i just have an Aura of bad luck?

.....

<.=.<

>.=.>

*knocks a cobweb down.*

....Whats up?

My mother "And once you've gotten all the dirt out of the back of the truck, we can limb up some shrubs and trees, then we can....Mark? Mark?! Where did you go?!?! STOP HIDING FROM ME!!!!!


Me ---> https://www.pinterest.com/pin/356980707939539128/



this has become my life.
I work during the weekdays...then spend my weekends hiding from my family.

Got a hilarious work story for you. So there i was, driving a forklift down a really narrow alley. pallets of whey on both sides of me (Whey is powdered milk, we stack them 50 bags per pallet and up to four pallets tall.)
im carrying another two pallets, destined for the back row. now ive ran this gauntlet for weeks. and i know theres a part in the alley that kind does little turnish kind motion. its not big....but because one pallet of Whey was so warped it wouldn't settle in the ideal shape. so we just kinda shifted things around to make this little round about for it. now....i know its coming. i look over and count the pallet numbers. 1880, 1882, 1884, 1886, 1888...Turn! except....i was suppose to turn AFTER 1888, not ON 1888. WHAM! POOF!....whey.... I ran into a tower of whey with the force of destiny. a jaw jarring 9mph. the fastest my forklift could go. i hit this shit going what we call "warp 9" and i hit it dead on. There was a atomic whey explosion. seriously...it was like god grabbed two over used chalk board erasers and slapped them together with me in the middle. this shit...is thick as flour but with the flight lingerance of irradiated dust. Im coughing, scrambling to get out of the whey fog that had engulfed me. from behind me..i hear my coworkers go "HE DID IT! HE FINALLY DID IT!" i leave the cloud with them patting me on the back going "Your finally one of us!" now...i know for a fact their insane. because they spent the entire day following me around going "One of us...one of us...one of us." the best part of this story...however...is that despite how much whey was in the air...and how hard i hit. i only Killed 4 bags. each pallet has like...50. and i only waxed 4

had i just waited half a second before turning i wouldn't have ended up looking like i swan dived into bad cocaine.

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too think..the weakest pistol in the game was responsible for an hour of laughter for Dj and I.

...need more local friends.

Cons once a year, i can get past my anti-socail strangness for two fucking days.

Anyone there will find me lurking near dealers den. wearing a worn green hat and a white hoody.
carry a large purple folding chair.

Dont be afraid to come say hello

I will be there on Sunday only.
as i work Saturday.

look for the stocky, dark green hat wearing jerk with a purple fold out chair

The title is the start of a sentence that now haunts my mother forever more.

A while back, Mother complained that she wished to go shopping...just not alone.
As i was in dire need of art supplies. I dragged her with to hopeful shut her up.
Now when i go shopping for things, its a short affair...i go in, buy what i need, and return home as quickly as possible. (i hate being in public.) however, as mother was with me, i had to linger at the art store while she wondered around aimlessly.

Ill admit...i didn't really pay much attention to what my mother was looking at. She had found a small corner display with dog stuff on it and that held 0 interest with me. last i saw, she grabbed a picture frame with little dog bones on it. i turned away to look at some "How to Draw" books while she babbled on.

Mother "Oh, what a lovely picture frame. i can just see your sisters dog framed in this. i think ill get her this........I could pee on this."

Yes....that is what she said.

The ENTIRE place went dead. fucking. silent.
You could hear a mouse fart it was so freaken quiet. I blinked a few times, slowly turned to look at her going "Whhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa the fuck you say?"

All eyes where on her, staring in disbelief.
I seriously thought she finally lost it.
Until she turned around with a smile on her face. holding a book with a cat on it. the title...."I could pee on this."

there was another long moment.
And then laughter.
Mother didn't think it was funny, but there was about 8 other people who would disagree.
And now at random whenever mother is admiring something, we say "Try not to pee on that..."
And we laugh and laugh and laugh...until she takes shots at us with a broom.

XD

...Sent me this. I almost died laughing.


WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER GO HUNTING WITH ITALIANS


Vinny and Sal are out in the woods hunting when suddenly Sal grabs his chest and falls to the ground.
He doesn't seem to be breathing; his eyes are rolled back in his head.



Vinny whips out his cell phone and calls 911. He gasps to the operator, 'I think Sal is dead! What should I do?'



The operator, in a calm soothing voice says, 'Just take it easy and follow my instructions.
First, make sure he's dead.'



There is a silence. And then a gun shot is heard. Vinny's voice comes back on the line,
'Okay... Now what?

Tried the full on purge of all things warframe from my femputer and reinstailed it.
Seems things are working again.

So. let me sum up the problem really quick.
when i play warframe....it freezes and locks up my computer.

this is a problem that started a few months ago. before that i could play warframe for hours without even the slightest of issues....then one day, Game freezes, makes this hideous sound, and nothing works. no Ctr-alt-delete, no alt-tab, nadda. I am forced to restart my computer.

This only happens for warframe.
All my other games run fine with no problems to speak of.

Now ive uninstalled the game, deleted all content from my computer, and reinstailed. still freezing.
I tried verify game cashe, it finds some problems, updates, but the game crashes when i go to play it.

most recently, i find that after i restarted my computer, during the load up my keyboard and mouse are disabled. i have to unplug and replug them back in to get them to work.

I'm no techie.
but warframe is fast becoming more trouble then its worth.

However, im willing to listen to some suggestions if people want to throw some my way.

So...ive gotten a new jorb. working the heavy lift crew for a warehousing company.

I got assigned to a place called Site 3.
Which is also known as "Death row"
primarily because people who are sent there quit or stay there for so long that people cant seem to remember when that person was even hired.
its hard work...

150lb bag of coco beans, boxes of fucking fish, mayo jars by the truck loads.

but i love this place...i work well with the others that work there. the boss is perhaps the first boss ive ever had that i respect and listen too without question....this is my new crew. i love my crew.
I look forward to working with these peeps for a long long time.

in other news, my neglect of Kobolds of FA has finally forced the co-mods to do stuff. i found it strange to log in and find stuff updated...
Like
*Squints.*
...how tired was i? is this..oh! wait...okay..co-mods."


been doodling and writing when i get the chance, got nothing much to throw up...mostly line work (Like thats new. XD )
beyond that....nothing else much is new.

Hows you lot?

I dreamt that i was forced to watch a new movie.
It had Jason Strathom...
As Ash catchem from pokemon.
Shit was bizzare....
Angelina jolie was the chick who goes with him, and James eral jones as the other guy.
and they would go about kicking the shit out of pokemon and enslaving them.

like....man....

Randy Johnson throwing a pokeball at a Pidgey.

For those who understand this...you are allowed to worship my fatigued induced genius.

For those who don't.

Youtube "Randy Johnson fastball."

http://www.pinterest.com/pin/249527635579131177/


Snrrrrrk.

Now, for those who know me...I'm a twenty seven year old hash living in his parents basement because he can barely make enough to pay for gas to drive to his job.
So it annoys me when people assume i have shit tons of money.

I go up to the store to buy my mother cheese cake. One of those "Buy me this and ill ignore the soda can buy with the left over cash." type deals.
Fine..cool.

Safeway is just up the road. So i putter out, waltz to Safeway, head inside, buy what i need and leave.
Only...I'm stopped at the door by a little kid selling chocolates. And not the good kind of chocolates either. The been in the sun too long and its just liquid chocolate trapped in a painfully colored wrapped labeled in Spanish kind of chocolates.

Now, After the cheese cake and soda..i have 4 cents in my pocket. So i tell the kid.
"No thanks man, i don't have enough money."
And i walk out thinking that was that.
Except it wasn't.
The kid follows me.
"We take personal checks!" he says as he stalks directly behind me...making me rather nervous about the safety of my wallet.
"I don't have a check book." i say as i shift a bit to keep him on my left side
"We take credit cards!" He says as i pick up the pace.
"I don't have a card either kid, i don't trust plastic."

This should have been the end. all avenues exhausted and the little bastard should have ran back to pester someone else and this insanity will end.

Only...he didn't.

He follows me OFF Safeway parking lot.

>.=.<

"We accept gold and jewelry too!"

by now I've enough. i stop and turn to the kid and spell it out plainly.

"I'm a twenty seven year old hash...who lives in my parents basement. I have no money kid, i don't even have basic freedoms. i got NOTHING to give you."

And the kid finally gets it, and i think...finally...Except he starts to cry and runs back to the front of the store. This might have worked on someone else..but guilt trips stopped bothering me a long time ago.

I think from here on ill put on my headphones and just ignore people.