And this isn't some PC exclusive, neither.

rest in peace, Stan Lee -- born December 28 1922, died November 12, 2018

Just informed via a live stream. He lived a long, noble life. May his works live forever.

I've...not got the words

This chance doesn't come up every day. A chance to devour some deer in one gulp. (Artistically...of course.) The price is even decent for a three panel, definitely NSFW piece. Artist is even willing to offer a discount. And this fast food has been served up to a beautiful fox.

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I mean really stupid and simple goal. I found the monolith in Star Voyager, tonight! After 31 years of random plays in this game, I found it's literal lottery jackpot item. It's randomly floating about in dead space. No clues are ever mentioned, outside of a tiny paragraph in the manual and one short range detection routine on the radar.

And...what does it do? Super bomb. One time use. I always thought it was some kind of super fuel cell that kept you alive for a little bit longer.

Never quite had any dream like that, before. I mean...transformation?

Anyhow, I'm my Human self and enter some kind of gaming competition. Just me, a set of arcade-like control stations and a rodent in a maze.
I approach station one as this announcer voice says 'Go' and gives some mild comment. My control is a Trac-Ball and in front of me is this simple, physical maze inside a cube made of transparent walls. I reach out to the ball and nudge it, noticing this little mouse move as I roll the ball. I also note a digital display that is counting down from one minute. Putting two and two together, I move the mouse through the maze to the cheese goal marker with plenty of time. There's also a small hole in the floor. Perfectly mouse sized.

The announcer says to move to station two. Which has another Trac-Ball and a couple Human hand shaped pads on both sides of the ball. The rodent pops up through a hole at the starting position, having self exited from the first maze. This maze is more complex. The time is two minutes and running down. I use the Trac-Ball with knowledge from the first maze. Get about half way through the course and this maze has tunnels. My controlled mouse goes in. Then, I can't see what it is doing as I use the ball blind to it's movements. Time continues to run down. The announcer immediately hints "Become the mouse". I think, "What?" Then look at the hand pads and think, "Maybe???" Placing both hands on the pad, I instantly start seeing through the mouse's eyes and start thinking it's movements through these tight tunnels. Oddly, I can still see through my Human eyes just slightly, seeing my own reflection in the transparent divider between my station and this maze. It's a bit rough going with the sudden change in POV. But, I get the mouse through to the cheese goal in under two minutes.

Taking my hands off the pads to run to station three, I nearly trip over my pants. The leggings are floppy and loose. I'm in too much of a hurry to have noticed that my legs are now a bit shorter and the pants don't quite fit. Also, my Human hands are slightly more like paws and my face is elongated into that of a rodent. Tiny whiskers are just emerging.

Too distracted, I look over the controls at Station Three. No Trac-Ball. Instead, a large, round surface with the two Human shaped pads on both sides. Another maze. Another timer. Three minutes. There's the mouse. I place my hand-paws on the side pads and see through the rodent's eyes. My movement thoughts are it's actions. The announcer continues to comment. This maze is full of tunnels and blind spots that my Human POV could not have helped with. Having a POV from both sets of eyes is of great help, even though I barely notice how my Human side vision is getting mighty low. Then, I feel my hands slip away from the pads and my vision to the mouse completely breaks. I'm feelingly highly frustrated how I can now barely see over the lip of the control's frame support. My mind is too focused on the game to think about why I'm so small. This super sized shirt is frustrating and I mindlessly pull it off, not noticing that my pants have pretty much fallen to my feet on their own. No time to notice how many changes my body has made towards being like a really large mouse. I just want to reach both of those pads and reach the goal before time runs out. 'Winning the prize of this contest' is my true goal. 'Not these inconveniences.'

I leap with my semi-changed mouse hind legs to reach the controls and can barely touch them. I feel this pressure around the area of my butt start pulling me upwards, not knowing that someone's hand is grabbing the base of a growing tail I neither knew I now had or could even think about. Just thankful for the help, I can now touch both hand controls...just barely. Now, I am only seeing the maze mouse, whom was perfectly pleased to stay put in my absence. Concentrating, I do my best to get this critter through the tight tunnels. It's confusing with only this one perspective. And by the time I do find an exit, I have no idea that my entire 'former Human' body is now laying out on the disk and my mouse arms are too short to reach the dual set of Human hand pads, though I am still trying to. Every shred of clothing is gone and only my mouse fur is countering my public nude display. Though, I am still sized like the largest rat ever seen and I may still be slightly deformed. However, finding the cheese goal is my goal and I'm only seeing through the maze mouse's eyes. Smelling through it's nose. Hearing through it's ears. And those ears slightly hear the announcer doing a count down. I can only think that finding the goal is now top priority, as if it wasn't already.

Rounding a corner in the maze, I can now see out to the Player's station through the transparent wall. The announcer is at five and I see a perplexing site. A small mouse is laying there on the center pad, eagle spread. My concentration breaks as something seems ponderous.

'Two.'

'Oh, no! The goal!' I think and try to move on.

'One.'

*BUZZZZZZZ!!!!!*

My connection to the maze mouse breaks and the announcer goes on to some unseen audience about how I just lost the grand prize by running out of time. Seeing through my POV, I am confused as to why the flooring seems so close and the maze through the glass is gigantic. My mouse just stopped as it rounded the corner and I think, "My word! That rump is so large!"

The announcer mentioning how I won the parting prize brings my attention back to reality. And then I feel that hand around my tail, again. It picks me completely off the center pad that I was laying on. I suddenly gaze at my fore paws and only see rodent paws. I recognize that my head is gazing downwards, yet I am holding on to nothing. The hold feels uncomfortable. I feel the air where I shouldn't be feeling it. Helpless and naked, I wiggle about. Observing the maze from overhead.

The hand puts me down inside. Right where the cheese goal is. I hear the announcer say, "I'm sure that he'll be happy with his prize, folks." And I hear the scurry of something racing from behind the maze walls.

Suddenly, the maze mouse rounds the turn and runs right for me. Funny how I just realized it was a 'she' after just being an 'it' for the last six minutes. And it's love at first sight. My thoughts grow kind of hazy and we got friendly in a hurry. My Human thoughts mildly suggest that 'Others must be watching. This is some game show, after all.' And immediately counter it with 'They show this kind of stuff on G rated Nature shows. Let'em watch.' After all, something about her was making my danglies tingle. She was hot. We were both nude.

No time like the present. I was already forgetting about the past and losing track of any future goals.

Do think I would like to commission this into a small comic at some point.

So...just found a classic Fox game from a by-gone era. It had some interesting potential. But, I think got lost in ways to stay fresh after the first ten minutes.

So, while making a reply, I thought long and hard to come up with a neutral comment. Here's what I produced...

"This...is a very weird thing. Disney has a lot to answer for by opening up such floodgates into an alternative realm where Un-Human reality exists. (As do other entertainers.) Maybe that's the only true defining bit to the whole thing. Honestly, I'm not sure. A Human...or mundane...can watch the flat image, be entertained, and walk away with barely a thought about it, afterwards. A Furry would willingly walk through and become apart of that reality. And then there are those that fall in-between, as if mere visitors. There's not a whole lot else that binds the meaning. And it's way too easy...and way too Human...to find some meaning and stick to it to explain just what Furry even is. And because it's so broad ranged and encompassing of so much, it's hard to defend because it's...in a way...freedom. If this fandom were a movie, it would have to be rated Y, G, PG, PG-13, PG-18, R AND XXX, all at once. There's a million sub-divisions involved and it's about everything.

So, I guess the thing to ask is... Would you willingly step through the portal into that non-Human world or not? There are millions whom would and support meetings (cons) are happening all over the Earth to aid in such a question."

It has been a question that I've pondered for years. Because, there really is a ton of connections and so many of them vary so greatly. To the point that it seems like almost nothing really defines this fandom at all.

Just another day on the ole YouTube's with my family friendly video watching. Here comes this ad for appliances. But...what the??? They're pushing BDSM that shouldn't be witnessed by the kiddies. When advertising nerds for ovens break down, they crash hard. Erm...think I saw leather and skimpy and whips. Someone on a dog leash, maybe. I heard that YT advertisers were pulling out for unsavory videos. But, when did the reverse happen?

Oh, heck. I just found it. https://youtu.be/rHxTC9ajItw Maybe it wasn't quite as shocking??? maybe?

In short, this video is talking about a new kind of cancer treatment called CAR-T. I mean, the C word has been such a curse word for generations. Why, it's very likely that most everyone has known someone (a friend, associate, loved one...even self) who has had to fight cancer with traditional medical practices. And now...there may be something that can truly eradicate cancer from ever being a threat, again.

At the end of the video, however, they have to report that one potential side effect is a lethal swelling of the brain. A bit rare of a side effect. So, this isn't quite the Aspirin of cancer eradication, just yet. But, dang...did it ever seem like cancer would be a permanent killer in life. (And the early price tag. But, what is life worth, after all?)

Still...there is a tiny thought that screams 'Beware the potentials of Raccoon City.' (Resident Evil plot, BTW.)

Here's some kind of ancient Furry Thanksgiving flick from who knows when.



From our 'family' to yours, may your holidays be full of joy and love.

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I'm going to keep this journal open to pass along story bits between computers, rather then creating/deleting. It's just a tool for data processing.

Little bit of personal life to share, here. So, a few nights ago, I was getting fuel and changing a few bills over at the local casino. When coming out, I notice these pair of parking lights and figure that someone was just hoping to get this sweet parking space. But, nope. A CHP officer, targeting me as a DUI potential. I disappoint him so badly on that one. He says the laminate on my plates has worn off. (And that I was driving too slowly.) They were just warnings, thankfully. So no fighting it in traffic court.

Look up this stuff up as soon as I could. One little news article with some feedback on the subject of laminate from two years ago. Seems these fancy computerized cars that some police drive have auto plate readers and it needs that shiny plate to work properly. (Which I suspect is partially bunk. Like with a license plate cover that Al Bear got pulled over for and ticketed on.) Some inside information tells me the police have to but click a single button to activate a filter app to override any plate issues like that. So, this little heard law is really just another tool for Officer Meat Puppet to use to OP the general public with. Still, when it comes to law enforcement, I usually play it cool. Don't argue with this person. Don't try to lie. Show a super shallow level of respect. They are literally OP, as it is. And that's just how the game is played. Been rigged like that for a very long time.

Well, I spend a little time down at the DMV to swap those non-Hollywood plates. And, yes. I did a little, calm venting about the situation. Guess I said the right things. The lady behind the desk shares this story about another officer who kept doing DUI's to people, quoting a failure to make a right hand signal as the pull over excuse. And the judge was very annoyed with this officer's approach, letting loose all the pulled over victims. Then she looks at me for a moment, has me sign a quick waiver and all the plate replacement fees were waived. I merely mentioned how the officer literally stalked me from the parking lot to the public street, the demanding need to do a DUI test, the fact that he didn't really care to see my registration, (That is it's own ordeal.) and such. But the waiver was after admitting the plates were on the truck from the day of it's purchase and the laminate in question...merely wore out from extreme age. Inferior workmanship, she called it. Really made my day, as I had read on line that where Cali DMV is concerned, laminate that peels off of plates isn't an issue. It was posted as third party information from two years ago, though.

Or, at least says my dream. Nearly ran a red light and narrowly avoided hitting a few people in a crosswalk when the ferret went for a face licking assault, blocking my view while driving. Rather surprised the dream police didn't show up before pulling into the drive through Mongolian restaurant. (The dream was very specific about that.)

Seems the RoC sees money in making merchandise for Furries and animal lovers of America. I had noticed before that there was a little bit of stuff around Halloween. Like a basic fox head piece and simple tail. That tends to make sense. But, in the last year or two, there's been a bit more then that. Like sleep ware. (That moose sleep outfit was surprisingly higher quality then expected.) Animal slippers. Knick Knacks. And now, something I totally was never expecting. Full heads. Mascot/Fursuit heads. This drop box is waiting in my branch's back room, right now. Inside a large drop bin that is decorated with full color images of what is inside, are various animal heads. I don't think they are quite like the normal construction. Thinking more like a fluffy printed pillow, or something. I'm sure these things will be showing up at cons, too. Look real weird as an incomplete partial, like some display I used to see at a mall store with mannequins that wore TV's on their heads.

Can't fully tell until these actually hit the floor. But, looks like all the 'fun' of being suffocated by a pillow without the vital spot across the maw that actually keeps the person from breathing. And it's come way too early for Halloween. So...it's just a random 'thing'.

I guess this can mean that Wal-Mart is going Furry the only way it understand...on the profit margin. Expect random customers to slip one of these things on while shopping. Actually, that's going to be a rather gross thing to think about if seriously going to purchase one of these things.

EDIT: These things have moved remarkably quickly. Don't think the cardboard drop bin stayed put for two weeks. My branch had these heads placed upon a top shelf in the clothing department. They were being re-arranged daily and seemed to be selling out at a rapid rate. I looked at where the box was and a couple heads were in go back shopping carts.

Almost sold out inside a month. And I do ponder why.

Since when did my dreams start becoming this specific about details? Sure. Some are literally living worlds with characters that seem too well developed. Still...just too good not to share.

So, in this dream, I was looking through the eyes of some inspired comic book artist at some kind of convention or something. Some other guy's got this gunny sack looking doll-thing (Bland, brown, almost voo-doo doll shaped thing about four feet with a few scribbled signatures. Human shaped with zero features. Almost looked like it's wrapped in an non-descript plain brown shopping paper bag.) and says something about just getting a signature upon this thing. Well...this guy whose eyes I'm looking through whips out a large marker, thinks about it for a moment, and starts outlining a couple words around the mid-drift region. 'RIGHT TURN' He thinks to himself 'This...this could work.' while adding in a ninety degree arror inbetween the words and makes a couple letters wrap around the side without caring too much if the symbol intrudes upon another's signature.

It's at this point when a synthesizer beat starts playing (Seriously...a base line theme song that has four notes representing the character's name, 'The Right Turn Girl' starts to play.) and he starts dreaming up a back story. "Yea. She's a tough girl from the streets of the Bronx. May only be fourteen. But she can take a punch. And...and land one, too. On her way to school, one day, she witnessed several street thugs hustling some other guy for his wallet and stuff. They were all holding little, but sharp knives and yelling some crude words to create panic. With nothing but her school books as a shield, she bravely yelled back at them to 'knock it off', even though her heart was beating hard enough to leap out of her chest for having done so. The punks divide up in order to harrass her for having stood up and she runs. Right turn. Right turn...hmm. Of course. She spots a street sign that directs traffic as she flees from the pursuing punk and she evades him. She doesn't know that he gives up the chase, rather easily. She just puts that the sign directed her to safety and should direct others, too. Making that her crime fighting symbol. Little girl's got to have a family. (This is more of a crime fighting hero story in the vein of Kick Ass, so it seems.) She's grown dilusional on this goal of righting the wrongs around her. She's also smart enough to not ramble on and on about it. Choosing her words to her mother. Easily sways the need for some Karate defense courses. A natural. She starts out small. Sees a bully doing some word taunting at school and steps in to the scene. Bully's much larger. She's ready to pick that fight and tries using her newly learned skills. Only to find his palm to her forehead, knocking her down with ease. "Loser!" he taunts. "Give me your lunch money, loser!" It's at that point she decides to start working towards an alter ego, complete with an outfit to help hide her identity behind. Too bland. Let's see. She's got her heart set on picking another fight with that bully after some friend made her those tights. How? Work that bit out, later. She's dashing out the door when her mother stops her. 'Don't you want breakfast, sweetie?' To which, Right Turn Girl in her reality persona slightly gripes about being late."

The dream, as so many tend to do, just bursts apart at that point. I can only imagine it was heading towards more generic tropes about her picking a few fights with those tights on and that Robin style bandana mask like some kind of kid at Halloween. Winning a few fights and grabbing the attention of the right person. Getting an invite to a secret soceity of super hero street avengers. And probably a few other things while the comic artist wins an award for the newest character and her adventures. Too creative for a dream. After all...theme song?

If Capcom still has a collective brain among their corporation, they should be rushing out to buy this whole game for top dollar. Then, port it to everything they can for pure profit!



Seriously. Amidst the potential idea thieves for Super Mario Maker, a Mega Man one is up there on the list for best ideas. And I am sure glad that someone had the programming know how to make that a reality, since Capcom is really questionable in their mind set, these days. (I mean, Street Fighter II for the Switch??? Maybe if it was a compile of all the II's with the full array of characters and speed, plus some of the newer stuff like the best of III.)

Oh...and spoiler alert! I love at how the end of the demo stage bit, the player built the stage in such a way that escape from the boss was actually possible. Then, the boss actually follows and changes up the whole dynamics of how things work. Not sure if that was an oversight glitch or intentional by the game's maker(s). But, it was both very amusing to see and so easily pushes this engine beyond the original scope of how all Mega Man games ever worked. Sounds like a great thing to work with for potential stage makers...unless it is a glitch and the boss has a good chance of not following, thus making the stage unpassable.

All in all, I applaud someone finally making the Mega Man game I have always wanted a reality.

EDIT: Oh...I thought this was a preview and the game was about to be released. Nope. Released on the 15'th.

So...link. "Mega Maker Official Website: https://mega-maker.com/ "

The visuals are simply amazing. The fine control over the camera. Control over character position seems 'almost' natural. I think the plot had to be forced to meet some kind of limitations. But...unlike some past movies made from game scenes, this one 'almost' seems like the engine is working with the artist.

If RockStar went even further with this movie making feature, I'm fully convinced that indie movie makers the world over would be pumping out thousands of movies via such an engine, direct to DVD/streaming video. After all, the credits show about 7 people were involved. And that was mostly voice acting and ambiance/music. (Plus a whole team of mod makers.)

I may have imagined that CG could re-invent the whole movie making industry. But, via a video game engine? Nope. Didn't see it coming from there. That's RockStar power.

It is fun to catch old science fiction to see what they predicted correctly...or not.

So...Blade Runner. It was this movie made back in 1982. Starred Harrison Ford. (You know...Star Wars/Indy.) The core notion was that the future would develop AI Robots in the 2000's. The year of the movie was 2019. (Still got a few days left on that one.) Renegade androids have come back to Earth to find their makers and are hoping for a life extension patch. (A fail safe for androids. Limited life span to avoid 'over evolving' and becoming too smart...or something like that.)

I just saw a sequel is about to land while looking up information. Blade Runner 2049. Coming in October.

Anyhow, they thought that the orients would have a greater impact on the Americas. Well, to the degree that LA would end up looking more like some of the Japan videos I've seen, didn't quite come true. But, some of the technology did.

Prediction that tube tech would last may have failed. But, they got the voice recognition software bit.

Video phones. The public pay phone half most certainly went wrong. But, it is like a Skype call...from the street. So, half point.

Flying cars with hover capabilities. Still very much of a dream. Not to say a flying car isn't beyond us. It just isn't a thing beyond prototype/concept.

However, walking, talking androids is something that is coming our way. Not to the degree portrayed in the movie. But, the points given in it are very valid. Even more so now then they were back then.

Colonies from outer space. Not quite yet. Oh, how hopeful people were from back then that space was a faster moving thing. We may yet see it in our lifetimes, though.

Allergies to turning on a lamp. Were they saying indirectly that electricity would become more of a commodity in the future or was all that darkness just an artistic liberty? Seriously. This movie lived to be in the darkness, while surrounded by neon. If anything, we've now got electrical grids out there that are paying people just to use the excess up.

Gigantic advertisement signs that use television type displays. Check.

Oh, and I suppose once we get robots out there, there will probably be specialized cops for them.

All in all, still quite the entertaining movie. Still worth watching, today. Especially now that there's finally a sequel on the way.

I was talking about this the other day on Fred's stream while he was creating his wonderful vision of a fleshed out Star Fox world. More specifically, how a smarter computer could comprehend the written word and understand what every line meant in order to figure out the next few steps in fluid motion.

Only thing was, I said such a computer was many years away...



...seems that years really should have been seconds.

And here's a follow up about Deep Mind...

So, (as of this writing) I just saw this video pop up...



https://youtu.be/jVaisRJXsXk?t=6m40s

(Ink tattooing in the eyeballs? They said this guy actually did that for this effect as seen in this freeze frame. Just the idea of needle injections there, makes my skin squirm.)

In a way, it's nice that Dennis is still be recognized to this day. Alas...this video is so obviously troll bait. Still...it is what it is. Video should be cued up to reach #2 position. If not, it's around the six minute and forty second position.

Got kind of preachy in it. I'll just paste what I said, below.

I have and always will feel deeply honored to have actually spent time with one of the people upon this list. Dennis 'Stalking Cat' Avner. Fantastic guy. Deeply religious. So very open minded. Literally viewed this world through eyes that most people will never comprehend. Had a heart worth more then gold. (And a love for those awful cigars, too.) As mentioned in this video, he followed the advice of his tribal brethren and laid forth a life long calling to become what he felt, inside. Taking the modern medical practices of the 80s and 90s to the extreme, he peirced, plastic surgeried, dentaled and tattooed to the limits to achieve an outward expression of his inner soul. Sadly, this world is far too immature to generally comprehend his reasoning. He relied on there always being a need for a general technology engineer and programmer in a changing world where such jobs would become re-institutionalized into a corporate structure. Unable to find a more public job in a world that held 2% tollerance for anything outside the norm, he would slowly strangulate all remaining oasis throughout the years until winding up in Tonopah, Nevada, where he passed away during November of 2012.

Following one's passions and dreams is well and fine. However, to all whom should happen to stray too far away from the narrow mindedness of the masses, be fully warned that the path you choose is full of peril and treads a line closer to Hell then most dare think about. Religion may preach that it is a place far more set up like a prison for all unworthy of a better place for various reasons. Alas, Hell is more flesh and blood bound with endless desires that lurk inside all living beings. And until this world is honestly able to ask "What is a troll?", we may truly never be able to see the real values of life, pointing our fingers at those whom dare step away from the 'Borg-ized' values of a common 'sight & sound' way to living; Reacting in the same smug ways.

It is still a world that is small minded, short sighted and judgemental beyond reason. One not so set apart from a reality which embraced hate groups like some kind of real life Super Heroes. Numbed down like a global herd of sheep by the conveniences of this modern age, the notions of hate are suppressed..._somewhat._ Still, we as a whole for the representatives of Earth have a long way to mature before we're ever worthy of actually meeting God. For it may be a thousand generations or more before any one of us could walk down the street, pass by anyone upon this list and harbor absolutely no reactions, whatsoever.

Dennis followed his dreams. And the American Idiots he so regularly had to encounter killed it.

RIP, Dennis Avner. This world never truly was ready to understand you.

Mega Man fans, rejoice! For a fantastic fan made MM game has just been released!



I was just watching Mike from Cinemassacre do a partial blind play through of this game and it is awesome. Released for PC at this link: http://petersjostrand.com/

Strange, strange dream to wake to, today. I was some alternate form of a Human male on some kind of quest. One that led to finding some elderly guy around a campfire. A bit of dialog ensues as he points out this whitetail deer skin and tells me that my answer lay within. I take the skinned thing. Do remember my (character) saying "This thing smells." and being told again to put it on by the old man. So I begrudgingly try it on, as if trying to wear it like a fursuit. Only to hear the guy chuckling and telling me not to wear it with Human clothes on. I have a split opinion on this. Yet strip down to the bare skin before wrapping my legs around the skinny hind legs of this pelt. I distinctly remember having to guide my Human penis into the partial buck's organ before feeling it press a partial skeletal head over my eyes.

No. That wasn't the weirdest part. When I awoke, I felt a sensation that was...familiar. How to describe it? Maybe like holding a glob of partially solidified blood inside myself. I...don't know how else to explain this very odd feeling. It's...almost spiritual...I suppose. English words probably fail at explaining it. Alas, I have felt it, before. Been a very long time. I've...also had this dream before...sort of. Again, not for a very long time. Childhood dreams that were long forgotten. Or...apparently not. Because, at the moment of this typing, I can clearly link this dream to those very old ones. Right along with that feeling. Oh...I don't know. Like holding a full gallon of milk that isn't cold, nor wet. But, more like solid and squishy.

None of it felt 'Furry'. If anything, I'm drawn to calling it 'spiritual'. Like it has meaning. Maybe I somewhat understand. Maybe not in the slightest. At least I can place the voice of the old man. Left the netbook in front of me and it had some YT video playing with a narrator. The sub-conscious was pulling from that. Seems I was sleeping somewhat in a fetal position, too. Usually laid out on my back. Maybe that had something to do with it?

Some delicious buck meat is currently available. Very low price. (YCH drawing. Link below.) ;P

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22392838/

I think I understand what the artist's intentions were, now. Seems he already filled the predator's roles and was only looking for prey slots. Guess I'm already puppy chow.

Thanks for looking.

Found the herd I was with during the 2017 FC suit parade.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/56009972@N04/32358727655/in/album-72157679152194136/

Titled around this one: FCParade2017_02_-20170114-00124

EDIT: This one has a better shot of me. https://www.flickr.com/photos/56009972@N04/32238465341/in/album-72157679152194136/ The white and super light tan one. Geez...I'm a bit of a runt in this crowd, actually.

I suppose the world kind of gets it.