So, SoFurry took another hit from a DDOS on or around the 18th of this month. My profile - https://kamikashin.sofurry.com/ - seems to have been one of the targeted ones, for reasons I cannot begin to guess at. So now I have more than 25 thousand page views... And over 5.6 million profile views. I'm not entirely sure what to think or say about this, other than perhaps an ironic 'I r popufur now?'. Considering I'm not well-known by any stretch of the imagination, I can only guess that my profile was picked at random. To be honest, now I can't stop laughing about this.

That's right, I'm opening up for commissions. These will all be writing of various sorts, at $0.01 per word in 500 word increments ($5/500 words, $10/1000, etc). I'm willing to do short stories, character descriptions, and other forms of writing. Longer story series will take multiple slots, one for each chapter, though each chapter can be any length you desire, from short to long! An example can be found at http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15086657/ (1000-word character description) for those interested. It should also be noted that, should I write more than the desired length, you will not be charged for the extra, though I will most likely never run over by more than 200 words.

Content can be pretty much whatever you'd like - the only hard limits I have are scat and cub.

Anyone who's interested can comment here, send me a note on FA, or email me at kamikashin@gmail.com.

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Commissions
1: - 1500 word story/PAID/Outline drafted
2: (empty)
3: (empty)
4: (empty)
5: (empty)

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Trades

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Story Series Commissions
1: Raiin - Current set: Intro (1000 words) + Chapter 1 (4000 words)

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Completed
1: 'A Day in the Life of Dragons' http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15113796/
2: 'Start of a New Breed' http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15232934/

Panini's in some dire straits at the moment, so if anyone in the DC/Maryland/Virginia area can give her a hand, that would be kickass.

Further info at http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6299737/

That's right, I'm opening up for commissions. These will all be writing of various sorts, at $0.01 per word in 500 word increments ($5/500 words, $10/1000, etc). I'm willing to do short stories, character descriptions, and other forms of writing. Longer story series will take multiple slots, one for each chapter, though each chapter can be any length you desire, from short to long! An example can be found at http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15086657/ (1000-word character description) for those interested. It should also be noted that, should I write more than the desired length, you will not be charged for the extra, though I will most likely never run over by more than 200 words.

Content can be pretty much whatever you'd like - the only hard limits I have are scat and cub.

Anyone who's interested can comment here, send me a note on FA, or email me at kamikashin@gmail.com.

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Commissions
1: - 1500 word story
2: - 1500 word story
3: (empty)
4: (empty)
5: (empty)

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Trades
1: = ~50% complete. Current word count: 3226.

An idea I've been toying with. I know there's a fair amount of people on different places that've seen my writing recently (Tapestries MU*, F-List, etc, etc) and I've received quite a few compliments on them. So I think I should try opening up for them! I'm thinking $0.01 per word, with no upper or lower limit to the number of words beyond an interested party's willingness to pay - any commissioners would set the number of words they wish their story to contain. Pretty much all themes would be accepted - the only things I'm unwilling to write about are cub and scat. I'd also be willing to include my characters to anyone who wants them. If multiple people have created the characters involved in a story, I'll require permission to use said characters from all involved.

A post here by anybody who's interested would be nice, and if anyone definitely wants to get in on one, they can send me a note here or an email to kamikashin[at]gmail.com to hash out the details - I'm available most any time.

Thanks for reading!

Well, first off, I'd not ask if it were just me in dire straights, by its my whole family. My father and myself are the only two paychecks in the household, and my mother's not been able to find one yet. So, as much as I hate asking, it'd be very much appreciated indeed if I could garner some small donations to help pay for food and water and such - its hard to support a family of five on $700 a week. But, because I'm a proud Scot and absolutely abhor people just giving me things, here's what'll happen:

Anyone that donates $1-4 will get a sketch of their character
$5-9 receives inks.
$10-19 will receive full colors and background.
$20+ Will receive two inked pictures, or a full color and a sketch, both with the options of multiple characters.

I seriously don't expect anybody to donate more than $25-ish, but if you do, send me a note and we'll work something out, and my paypal's kamikashin[at]gmail.com .

Thank you, all of you that read this. If it were just me in trouble, I'd just go hungry for a while, but... Well. Don't want to see my two younger sisters in that position. Economy is totally stagnant in NH - took me six months to find a job after the last one, and its at a lower pay-grade. Lisbon's become a ghost town - there's a grocery store and two gas stations, an a small bar and grill, and two factories. I've worked at both factories, and I don't think I've seen the other places hire in the last four years.

Thats about it, I think, and... Again. Thank you, guys. I hate, hate, /HATE/ asking people for money, but I know this community is supportive, and I can at least offer pretty things in trade.

So, I haven't really been all that active the last three years or so. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Doin' art again, actually uploaded something... Dunno how long it'll last, but I'll enjoy it while it does.

As for RL updates? Yeah. I'm mindfucked enough, you guys don't need to hear about that.

Yeah, its been a while since I updated. Good reason for it, though - I've been way busy with all sorts of stuff. I'd planned to be out of where I'm at by now, but sometimes the unexpected happens. Kinda like the moose in Pittsburg. Whole front windshield of my car got toasted (this was about a month ago.), and its been forever fighting with the local auto shop to get it fixed, and my left hand got a touch fucked up, but not too badly. Other than that, not much. I've been at the beach for the last week with the family, many nerdgames were to be had. (AFMBE is fucking awesome. Mein zombies!)

I'm not around much anymore, as some may have noticed - I've got my reasons for it, but most of ya'll don't need to know them. Suffice to say I'm rather disgusted, with a lot of things, most of them offline.

Oh, yeah, I turn 20 in a couple weeks. Whoo? Still not old enough to buy booze, but it doesn't stop me anyways. Later, guys.

Got a bit slowed down on my work for the shop, as I've got a cold. And slowed down even a little more due to the family dog of nine years passing away today.

I'm also fuckjesus tired and don't really feel like talking. Hope ya'll are well.

So I'm fairly amused. Went to see my favorite gal at the 'headshop, and we got to talking. Besides the fact that I'd forgotten it was lingere night and she was barely clad though the whole thing, which was a plus, we talked about the charity drive they're running - they're looking for new ideas. So I came up with one - me. Starting the end of the week, I'll be dropping artworks off at the place once a week for them to sell, profits going entirely going to the charity. They like the idea of a local artist selling his work there, anyways - they do a lot of fair trade/organic/local stuff. Helping raise money for an assistance dog for a disabled child is a good thing, too. :D

Plus, a gleeful woman in lingere that wants to hug you? 8D

Y'know, its not often that I post a link to something horrible. Well, at least, not to my journal. This was linked to me by a friend that ran into it, hand a moment of D:! and shared it with me. I seriously hope this shit's fake.

-Warning! This is graphic content that should not be viewed. Ever. Complementary brain bleachings near the exit.-

http://img.lulz.net:8080/src/122908.....1801--OMGF.gif


-Edit- By same friend, minutes later: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vc8tPTVBRSc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_fQVhM9CnY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRzTfgds0UI

So, yeah. What up?

I've been gone Christ knows how long. Well, not really gone, so much as inactive. My laptop and scanner haven't been co-operating - in the form of fucked up file conversions. I've got a six-month backlog of art, and I'm kinda getting pissed that I can't scan it. Haven't bought a new one, for a good reason. Saving up money from the 'day' job (whats that sunlight thing again?) to pull off a move from home to my own place. Kinda hoping for one area in particular, buts its at a point where anywhere looks good. Hopefully I'll be able to have a more stable headspace when I have, well, space of my own. Granted, 19 and living with folks isn't a bad thing. More than a few people manage well enough with 'em.

The really big downside to all of this? Sorting through nineteen years of accumulated shit to figure out what I want to keep. Thankfully, I've got a car and a truck I can use, and a brother that's willing to help out. I think I'm going to take this time to dump most of my watchlist and favorites - I don't know how, but its really out of control. I sign on more than a little often, but within three or four days I've got thousands of submissions in my inbox, and usually twice that in journals. I simply don't have that kind of time. I'll be cutting... Well, most everybody. If I don't remember talking with an artist at least once, or don't find anything I enjoy in the gallery, as my tastes have... Well, changed. And a lot of inactive accounts - though a few will be held on to for sentimental value. Most of the artists I'll be keeping beyond close friends are those I think I'd like to learn from, if only by watching and trying to understand the forms.

Yeah, I'm rambling again.

And, well, most anybody that reads this is probably going to be kept, anyways. Ya'll know who you are. <3 I'll be starting the process in about four days, and anybody that's unsure if they'll be kept on can drop a line. I'm not exactly hard to find, folks.

Another update in a week, eh?

First off, I've finally gotten myself Skype (as Kamikashin@gmail.com, durr. :P) so if anybody feels like pinging me and hearing what I sound like, its finally an option.

Em - I've got the tickets and hotel reserved. This is going to kick serious ass. <3 I can hardly wait.

Other than that, life is pretty boring. Work's being a pisser, and I've still got no luck with the ladies - or is it that they have no luck with me? I dunno anymore. Sometimes I think girls are flirting with me, but I never really notice.

Headspace is, slowly, clearing. I've been feeling better the past couple months than I have the past few years, so things are good. :D Uh... My favorite book series is being made into a TV show, the books being Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series, and the show named Legend of the Seeker. Premiers Nov. 1st, you guys should check it out. :D The books were incredible. Easily my favorite series, ever. I picked up the first one for you, Em, even if you're going to yell at me for spending money on you. Also grabbed The Animator's Survival Kit, which is probably going to be a huge help with my art - so many styles and methods. Plan on starting in on that as soon as I finish this, actually.

Other than that, not much is going on. Managed to get employee of the week last week, but I have no idea how. I seriously nap in the back room, throw plastic balls at people, and generally make a (stoned) idiot of myself. But, hey, if that's what it takes. Really hope to be out of here soon, but all the employment in the area is in the shitter, so there's not really anywhere for me to go up here. Granted, I want to get out of the whole area.

Well, that's it, folks. Later. <3

The dust? Sure, decent song. As I go about getting ready for work, I've been wondering - Am I ahead of the game, or way behind? At 19, most people my age are in college already, starting their first or second semester, and usually without a job, letting mommy and daddy pay for everything. That's what's happened with every person in my graduating class. I, on the other hand, took a couple years off to mature, and got a job. I'm not saying its the better choice, but I think it was for me - I probably would have dropped out of college had I gone in right off. Now, though, I've got a car, a small nest-egg, and time on my side. The folks in college? Had better hope they can keep all their scholarships, and start trying to pay off their loans soon - right now, many of them are already $10,000 or better in debt. Granted, college is one of those 'good' debts that help you make money, but that's a daunting figure for one or two /years/ of education. More than that? Upwards of $50-75,000. That's just an estimate, but, again, daunting. At my wage, that's just over seven years to pay back, if every cent I have is put towards it, and I defer it each year. And, with the economy as it is, even a job like mine is starting to be hard-to-find, much less one that's better paying. Hell, I work with a fellow that's got his BA in the fine arts, who's making all of a dollar more. He's 29, and he's one of four guys on the crew, out of some twenty five, that's under thirty.

And you know what? He's still got four years to go to pay off his college loans. I think I'll hold off a bit on college until I've got enough money that I'm not trying to live beyond my means. Later, folks. <3

Alright. Once more, spendin' a few minutes online. Not much is new, really. Today was payday, and my weekend has started, cut down as it might be. Its really become a bunch of bullshit - one of the bosses walked in on me taking a nap, and laughed. Said I had the right idea, even. No truck last night, which always means an early day, but we played with the new system a bit and found out how retarded it really is.

Y'see, we've got this handy little thing called Perpetual Inventory. Tells us where everything is, and where it is in the back room. Tells us how many each shelf can take, even. And really, this would be much, much easier if we just removed one element.

Namely, department managers. These dumb fucks have been around too long to get rid of, but don't really do shit. Or even know anything. One of them has admitted (to another, myself within earshot) that he doesn't really do any work in his department, just walks around with his Gemini all day and help the occasional customer. As a result, not only our on-hands (scanned into lists in department#/bin#/Pallet/case/each# lists, readable on the Gemini) off, by, like. Well. We have retarded backstock that we simply don't need. In addition to that, though, the shelf capacities aren't right, either. Or, y'know, lists scanned properly, things taken out and moved without changing the list its in (so we end up searching pallet after pallet for stuff). Which screws up our picklists - the generated lists of merchandise that needs to be stocked. Saying we need to stock things that we don't have places for, or that we don't need to stock things that are empty. But doing things manually fucks the system up, so we have to bitch at the store manager to get after the department managers. Who... Yeah. This place is just a real big bunch of idiocy. Monkeys on crack, I swear.

Aside from that, I'm doin' all right. I think I really need to cut back on a few more vices, and open up time for more productive things, though. Thinking about switching to part time, or unloading. Either would change my hours for the better - anything to get some more daylight in my life. I'm sick of artificial light and time in the dark. However, watching the sun rise every morning is a fun thing. Later, folks. <3

With these journals, at least. As I go about getting ready for another day of fun and games at work (this involves getting fried, yes - you really need no brain capacity for this job. Monkeys could do it better, they'd fuck off less and probably throw less shit.), I'll write another entry, sure.

Lesse... My usual day at work, you ask? A quick meeting to find out what department I'm working in, then straight to pulling. I seem to find all the big and/or ugly pallets, so I'm constantly dropping shit and running into stuff. Its fun, because I don't really care. Then there's usually the six-seven hours spent stocking Health and Beauty. Why they put one of the most masculine guys on the crew in that area is beyond me, but I'm pretty good at it, even if I'm bored out of my fucking skull most of the time. There's a couple quick breaks, and an hour long lunch in there (yay, laptop), and the final pull back - namely, taking all the crap that didn't go on the shelves back into the backroom. Again with the running into things.

With my new hours, I deal with the public for all of... Fifteen minutes, maybe? Good, because I'm not really a social person, and bad, because my doc says I need more daylight in my life, and working overnights is decidedly Not Helping.

Lesse, what else... Um. Oh, yeah. Started a new bit of art - inspired by a rather lovely friend of mine, White. Cutemink. :D Yay for slow lap rides. And buttsex. Mmm, buttsex. z.z

Well, its about time for me to roll. Take care, folks. <3

Well, oddly enough, trying to be around less isn't working very well. However, being more productive with the time I do spend on here is working fairly well. Lesse...

Well. Last night was kinda fun. Granted, I was at work. Didn't get much done, though. Bunch of us (one of the bosses included) pretty much just fucked off all night.

Flag football anyone?

Uh... Yeah. New gasmask. This thing really just gets me stoned off my fucking face. I might draw something today, I dunno.

Other news... Um. Oh yeah, a couple weeks ago I had my first mushroom trip. Only a little bit, free from a friend, and done in a controlled environment. It was fun. :D However, I need more oilpaints. Or something. I went all Bob Ross on a canvas and cranked some music - definitely a good time.

Other than that, not really anything new. And, sorry, Em, still no luck on the love front - but I'm still trying. <3

Later, folks.

So, I'm about to start puttering around and getting ready for work once more. And I've realized that I just don't want to go there anymore. The people I work with are pretty decent, but...

Well. I do a monkey's job. Hell, a monkey could probably get my job done better than I would - he wouldn't stop stocking shelves to crack a joke. Needless to say, I'm bored out of my fucking mind every night. Fun? Not so much. Then there's management. Those people are pretty cracked out on... Something. Bunch of assholes. We're required to give three weeks notice at HellMart before we take vacation, which isn't a bad thing - schedules are made once every two weeks. However, /they/ get away away with changing everyone's hours from four ten hour days, to five eights. Not like there's any more or less hours worked, but the whole three day weekend let me recover and get ready to go at it once again. Not to mention that I have to work weekends. I miss my friends. D:

I'm... Pretty much working just hard enough not to get fired. I really want to tell this place to shove it, but the company my father works for (Yes, still live with my folks - but I'm working on it. Hence the job in the first place) looks to be going under in the next month or so due to, go figure, poor management. So my $300 a week paycheck is going to have to support a family of five if that happens. Which... Yeah. Not fun.

But, well, my alarm goes off, and I need to go get ready. Honestly? I hate it here. Fuck this place.

Maybe with a pitchfork.

Hope ya'll are having a better day than I am.

So, yeah. Work. Pretty much consumed me. Still does, really. I haven't had much time for art, or, well, anything, including more than checking notes and hitting a few favorite artist's pages to check for stuff I missed. It rather sucks, but, well, its work, and I have to deal with it until I find something better.

Some of you already know that I've dealt with some heavy emotional issues for a long time now, that I try to kick under the rug against most folks. But, well, acceptance is the first step in recovery, and I'm finally getting some decent treatment for it. Once weekly therapy sessions, and, thankfully, no medications. The night shift thing seems to be a factor, so I'm trying to get away from that. I'm really sick and tired of always being in such shitty moods.

Trying to stay away from videogames, too, since WoW, Spore, and (oddly enough) Dungeon Runners have consumed most of what free time I do have.

Not that I really have anything to spend it on but my laptop, but, y'know.

To the relief of one or two of you - Yes, I'm finally at a place where I'm comfortable to be actively looking, even though I still haven't had any luck. I know one in particular that was worried about that. <3

I'm kinda stepping back from the fandom as well. Not entirely, but I'm only checking notes, comments, and a couple friends' pages. I'll try and get art up when I can, but don't expect a whole lot - its time consuming for me, and I don't really have a lot of time any more. Love those of you that I can get away with applying it to, and I hope all of you are doing well. If anybody needs me, I will still be around a couple times a week.

Well. 'M nineteen now, as of midnight last night. Didn't get me out of working my usual ten hour shift, though. I probably won't be submitting much for a while, work really drains all the inspiration out of me, but I'll be pegging away at things slowly so you all don't think I'm dead.

Dunno what else to say. I doubt I'm going to do anything for my birthday. Picked up a new headset and charger for my xBox, couple of books, and a cheap movie.

Love ya'll, hope you're well.

Peter's Laws
The Creed of the Sociopathic Obsessive Compulsive

*If anything can go wrong, Fix It! (To hell with Murphy!)
*When given a choice-Take Both!
*Multiple projects lead to multiple successes.
*Start at the top then work your way up.
*Do it by the book ... but be the author!
*When forced to compromise, ask for more.
*If you can't beat them, join them, - then beat them.
*If it's worth doing, it's got to be done right now.
*If you can't win, change the rules.
*If you can't change the rules, then ignore them.
*Perfection is not optional.
*When faced without a challenge, make one.
*"No" simply means begin again at one level higher.
*Don't walk when you can run.
*Bureaucracy is a challenge to be conquered with a righteous attitude, a tolerance for stupidity, and a bulldozer when necessary.
*When in doubt: THINK!
*Patience is a virtue, but persistence to the point of success is a blessing.
*The squeaky wheel gets replaced.
*The faster you move, the slower time passes, the longer you live.

Hrm. This is something that most people don't know about me. Or, well, they know it, but they don't know anything about what I did in it. And maybe they should, since I was involved in Scouting for 10 years.

I started out hangin' out with my older brother at his troop meetings. The guys always seemed to have a lot of fun, and I tagged along on a couple of the camping trips. They introduced me to Magic: The Gathering (which, to my knowledge, is still banned in T209 because of them.) Joined up with the Cub Scouts kind of late, but still managed to get my Arrow of Light and all that other good stuff.

12 was when I 'crossed over'. That's the actual name of the ceremony, and it was a lot of fun. Our troop had a small cabin next to a fairly decent sized lake. On one side, they set up a wooden arc, decorated with torches. Sunset was when the ceremony was held. All six of us that were passing from Cubs to Scouts marched under it, one at a time, and got into canoes paddled by two of the older boys. We did a circle around the lake, a serene, peaceful place, and landed on the dock. They had us line up, backs to the cabin, with a huge pile of wood in between. They lit the bonfire, let it get roaring before they started the next step. Each of us in turn had our neckerchiefs taken from us, and a new one presented. It was... A rewarding moment.

Over the next few years, I had a lot of fun. Camping every other weekend, bonding with the other guys, moving up in the scouting ranks. Summer camp was a blast, too. Hidden Valley was great for getting merit badges, and they had a nice sailing program, along with their rifle and archery programs.

The two summers at summer camp that stick out the most weren't at Hidden Valley, but Camp Bell, on the same lot of property. It was a huge place, and we were pretty much self-sufficient, save for food deliveries every morning. Horseback riding, waterskiing, hiking... Fun stuff. This was about the time I was appointed Senior Patrol Leader, about two years ago now. I was the oldest guy in the troop at that point, and I'd already gotten a lot of experience in different things.

And that was just the first year. That year, I bonded with one of the councilors, by the name of Emily. This was the same year and time as Hurricane Emily, so that's what her nickname for that week was. She was... Awesome. Year older than me, the first year she was still a CIT. Second year she was 19, had her own area all about Appalachian crafts, though she still took my troop out on the motorboat twice that week. Ended up doing my Metalworking badge with her, and as her assistant through most of it. Even helped her design the scimitar she made later that summer, wish I still had the pictures of it. She was an incredible friend, and I'm horribly disappointed that I lost touch with her. Last I heard, she was working as a farrier in the southern part of the state.

Cooking was always a blast. I managed to net first place every time I joined the competition, a double-edged sword. (They made me cook every time we went camping.) Klondike was fun, too, even though we were running through ass-deep snow every year.

Food drives played a big part of the bonding process I had with the other Scouts, too. Eight guys walking door to door together, handing out bags for people to put food in and be picked up the next week. We helped a lot of people through that program.

Selling popcorn... That was the only boring part of it. Oddly enough, I was better at the Hike-a-thon, where I was getting donations to walk several miles.

One experience selling popcorn sticks out the most, though. The last one I had, even. I was standing out in front of the local bank, doin' my think. I'd talked to the manager, a friend of my family (hard not to be in a town of <2000 people), and had permission. I was doing fairly brisk business, and attracting a fair bit for the bake sale that was next to my little stall.

Then comes FemAntiChrist. This woman was totally insane. I get the whole disliking Boy Scouts for the decisions by the top guys to be homophobic, though my troop had never had any problem with me, and I was totally open about it. She screamed in my face, made derogatory marks to me. At one point, she said that she wanted to spit in my face. Somehow, I managed to be civil and polite through the whole thing. I swear if I didn't hate the public I'd be an awesome sales rep. Then she asked me who had given me permission to set up, and when I told her, she stepped in to have a word with the manager. I still don't know exactly what was said, but the manager came out on break and asked me how I managed to deal with the crazy bitch and not blow my top.

Blowing my top came five minutes later, when one of the 'good ol' boys' in our town came up and told me I was doing the right thing. I guess he didn't expect me to be a sexual deviant.

Two merit badges left, halfway through my Eagle project, four weeks to spare. Thought I was goin' to make the dream I'd had my entire life to that point into a reality. I'd wanted to be an Eagle since I was a little kid, and... Well, our scoutmaster had resigned a year before. The new one had two kids in the troop, one of them was my second in command. He refused to send the bluecards (paperwork for finished badges) through, and to help me with my project. I didn't need the help, though I needed the paperwork done. All because I'd gotten farther than his son.

I had to make the hardest, and most depressing, decision of my life so far. I walked out of the troop that I'd spent years getting to know, helping guide. I'd made changes that were revoked as soon as I left. Other parents called up, asking why I'd left. So did their kids. A lot of letters and calls were made to the local council about the scoutmaster. Apparentally, he was pulling the same thing with most of the other kids.

The other kids were.... Upset, to say the least. That was the one place I really belonged. I was a leader there, in a good way. I helped the kids find the best outlets for their talents, gave them a way to have input in their activities... And because of this man, and his refusal to abide by the code, I left. I can honestly say that moment, that one decision, changed me forever. I haven't been the same since then. I finished my Eagle project, a set of dugouts for my highschool, though it didn't get me any closer to my goal. Two weeks before my 18th birthday was when I finished, and I was congratulated by quite a few in the town.

It felt hollow. -I- felt hollow.

Despite how my experience ended, I loved that time in my life. I could be who I was, without fear of reprisal, I could enjoy the outdoors, learn about nature, and a myriad of other things. Even if I wasn't recognized with the achievement, I finished the requirements to be an Eagle Scout. Maybe I'll become an adult leader later on in life and help kids again.

After all, that was the one thing I've ever been really good at.

Take care, everybody. Thanks for readin' this. I might put up some more of my experiences from Boy Scouts later on.

Ugh. This map, frustrates the fuck out of me, even though it shouldn't. I have no problem getting around, but a lot of the people I end up playing with seem to have no idea what to do as an engineer in that level. Here's a hint:

Teleporter. Put the entrance next to the spawn. Now, go to the center capture. See that doorway, the one on your side? Run up into there. Go out either the left or the right window, and drop the exit. Run to the other window, drop the dispenser. Now run over to the other side and add your sentry. With that, you should be able to hold off capture for -hours-, provided you don't get backstabbed. Anybody that comes into the room, gets shotgunned. Its the best position I've found for killin' spies that try to sap, not to mention the close proximity to dropped weapons.

Moral of the story?

A good teleport placement will make all the difference.

Alright, now I'm thoroughly pissed off. Everythin' was working fine last night when I went to bed, but I get up this morning, and what do I find?

All of my bookmarks are gone. Some 120 pages, one of which was immensely valuable to me due to containing an archive of art books, not to mention all the other fun stuff I've picked up.

Anybody have any idea how to get 'em back?

For some reason, FA keeps bogging out on my when I try to upload this piece: http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/.....TradeFinal.jpg

This is my half of an art trade with the lovely Mazz, and I'm ridiculously happy with it, despite glaring problems with it. Its my largest digital drawing to date, the inks were originally on bristol, something I rarely use, and I managed to not fuck it up royally.

Plus, my flood fill tool doesn't work well with my inking style, so I had to do the whole damn thing with a 21 pixel brush. Took forever.

I forgot your earrings, Mazz, and didn't realize it until I'd already uploaded. And the wall socket isn't colored in, but it probably would have been white anyways.

Theres a lot about this thats just... Off balance. And Mazz's leg looks way too short, though its supposed to be curled in front of Desmond. Buh. Next time I'll do better, promise. <3


In other news, I've managed to copy the sketch I was working on. But now I'm having difficulty with the second character. I've got him about how I want him, but I need to change the position of his legs and make him look a little shorter. I'll scan the original, I'm very happy with the result, and I'll get the other stages as they come.

<3, all. Take care, eh?