The following Iron Artrists remain:

8.) Darious096
9.) Killinov
10.) thephantomdork


Slots are closed until November 2nd. This weekend is our clan's Ren Faire visit, and the weekend after is Onicon, where xiaomao and I will be selling for Mao's Menagerie. I may be slower on these three pieces as I prep for the camping and also work on jewelry pieces to be sold at Onicon.

Thank you all for your patronage and understanding. I can't wait to get back to arting again after Onicon!

Anyone want to share a room at Onicon? Halloween con on the freakin' beach? ;D

Also gonna finish any IAs I have paid by the end of the week then I need to take a break to pursue projects for a few weeks. Just a heads up if you have been thinking of getting one.

Oh yeah, my dad broke his hip today. So more delays on IAs. x.x

CLOSED UNTIL AFTER ONICON

Announcing 30 Iron Artist slots with delivery starting ASAP!

I would like to work on my speed and the efficiency of my process so I am beginning an Iron Artist project starting today!

For $10 OR a trade you will get anything from a sketch or sketch page all the way up to a painting, depending on how inspired I am by your request and how backlogged I get.

My goal is to finish three requests/commissions a week, on top of any other projects I have brewing.



RULES AND GUIDELINES

A.) If you are interested, post the following in a reply below:
Word or Phrase: [Whatever you want, but that is all the say you get into what I draw with your character.]
Reference: [Link to character reference(s)
Rating: [SFW, NSFW Vanilla, NSFW Dirty -- I like all three....so whatever you want is fine with me. Take a peek in my gallery. If NSFW Dirty, please note I do not do: skat, pee, diapers, vore, or gore.]
Style: [Traditional or Digital]
Payment: [Trade or $?]

B.) You may purchase multiple slots; please keep each request form in it's own comment.

C.) I intend to schedule these pictures but I will not necessarily stick to the schedule. Paying is not a guarantee of a timeframe or a quality! If you are number 30, keep in mind that places you ten weeks out at the start!

D.) Once you have posted a reply I will reply to that stating that we can go ahead, and I will NOTE you with my PayPal information to pay, or we can discuss the nature of the trade by note.

E.) If these work out well I reserve the right to sell prints of these pieces unless you request otherwise. Note me with concerns.

F.) ONE LAST TIME - THESE WILL PROBABLY ALL BE QUICK SKETCHES BUT COULD BE ANYTHING!

Week One
1.) Zaezar - done - may go back later - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17393409/
2.) Zaezar - done - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17414576/
3.) Zaezar - done - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17430302/

Week Two
4.) Yamidog - done - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17534719/
5.) Keirajo - done - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17553155/
6.) ADK - done - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17687722/ and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17687722/

Week Three
7.) ADK - done - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17880350/
8.) Darious096 - done - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18578781/
9.) Killinov

Week Four
10.) thephantomdork

Where are you staying?
Westin all the way!

What day are you getting there?
Thursday!

How are you traveling?
Flying and driving!

Who will you be rooming with?

Also, hopefully,

How is the best way to find you?
Text me or IM me on Skype (Jon.Wildmane).

Are there any panels you might be attending?
Likely not. I shop and goof off and go to parties.

What do you look like?
I am an average man mountain with very little hair and some earrings.

Will you be suiting?
Yeah.... I would have a heatstroke in a suit.

Do you do free art?
If I am drunk and you do me equal favors.

Do you do trades?
If I am drunk and... uh... same as above? xD

Do you do badges?
Nope. Well. Not at a con. Not much into traditional art lately.

What is your gender?
Otoko no hito da.

How tall are you?
6'0"

Can I talk to you?
Of course!

Can I touch you?
Please!

Can I visit your room?
If we ask you to!

Can I buy you drinks?
Of course but prepare to be disappointed if it's beer. Girly drinks only.

Can I give you stuff?
Yes, so long as I can live with the cost ;P

Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Mmmmhmmmyeahbaby.
*doing so implicitly gives Mao permission to molest you

Are you nice?
Unhappily, I am indeed nice.

How long are you going?
Thursday to Monday

Do you have an artist table?
No. Don't like the pressure.

Will you be going to parties?
Yes. Fetlife meet and the play party. Any good drinking parties that I get invited to.

Will you be performing?
I will be starring as myself, actually, in the role of me.

If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Glomp or speak. There is no other option.

Where will you be most of the time during the day/s?
Wasting money and partying.

What/where will you be eating?
Kinda bored of the usual suspects? We have so many dog bowls. May bring our own food like lamers.

Can I come with you for food/fun/etc.?
Sure, if I seem to not be afraid of you.

Can I look in your sketchbook?
Maybe but it will be basically empty.

Can I draw in your sketchbook?
Sure, if I have one on me.

Can I take your picture?
...sure?

What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
Bow-chicka-wow-wow...

So Mao and I are potentially looking for someone to share our room at AC this year. It's not an emergency but if someone wants to split a room at the Westin, let us know!

You ever read Ruaidri's epic journal on creepy comments?

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11036255/

I agree with every word of it. Not only do I shamelessly fave porn, I draw it too. In fact, I love drawing porn. My mate and I are dirty, dirty people. We entertain, a lot, and the walls of our bedroom are covered in our porn.

So yeah. Don't hesitate to say whatever you want on my journals and art. It will only empower my perviness to greater heights.

How many people know me from before I was happy? I am a changed man. To be honest, a lot of the people on Facebook that I call friends don’t even know me from before I began this transformation, or didn’t know me well, but today I want to tell a little story about my journey. Sorry in advance for the length, but you know, artists are pretty arrogant by nature so I’ll just take up your time. 

When I was a kid, I loved two things most: making things and learning things. I grew up thinking I was either going to be a great scientist or a great artist, or often enough some bizarre combination of the two (hey, NASA had four exopaleontologists on staff). I was one of those capricious kids that we all hate when they aren’t close to us and adore when they are; too smart for my own good, I did terribly in school, bored as I was – except at one thing – creative pursuits.

By the end of high school, I was finally applying myself and getting passing grades thanks to about a hundred teachers who believed in me with every fiber of their beings and kept pushing me on despite the fact that I couldn’t be assed to turn in a single homework assignment. The problem is that my new, somewhat successful mindset had me thinking in a very down to earth manner about college. At the point where I could have chosen one path for myself, I ended up taking a road I was not destined to follow.

I majored in physics initially, which while not particularly down to earth signaled a belief that my course in life was to be a scientist or work in the educational system. I quickly became disenfranchised with my major, and with my school, and became lost during my freshman year. University was a cakewalk for me, but something about studying and solving equations wasn’t working for me. I began enrolling in more art classes and rekindled my creative side.

Two colleges later, I was getting straight “A”s at UT Austin studying art. It was a different art world than I had grown up with, though. Instead of illustrators and cartoonists drawing dragons and knights and laser swords, it was art for its own sake. That was far from foreign to me if we are being honest, but wasn’t what I had dreamed of.

I learned things from the wonderful professors in that program – you might not know this, but UT in Austin is a renowned fine art grad school – that taught me the worth of the creative process in a genuine way. I gained a true and deep appreciation for everything created, from the most bland piece of mass produced plastic, to architecture and roadways, all the way up to the most abstract fine art. I could discourse for hours on a white canvas with the best of the art nerds.

I learned how to defend my creations, and how to justify the artistic process in its rawest form.

But, having been a nerd my whole life, I was not very experienced in the living of life. At twenty I had not imbibed a substance, inhaled a thing, or drank a drop of alcohol willingly. I had also been on a grand total of two dates in high school, and dated two girls between my freshman and sophomore years. I was perfectly, blissfully happy and still a stranger to the real world.

That’s why my first ex wife moved in with me two weeks after I lost my virginity. I was just not equipped to handle an intimate relationship. That marked a change in me that took fourteen years to overcome.

She was not a healthy person and I was a caring enabler. Within months of her entering my life I was completely devoted to her and we were completely codependent upon one another. She was on disability but I knew she didn’t earn it; she had very severe mental health issues due to growing up in foster care and a world of abuse, but she was perfectly functional when she wasn’t in the grips of terrible depression.

I believe that seeing what she did to me through no fault of her own actually worsened her own depression. Long before I was done with college, I was trying subconsciously to escape a relationship my conscious mind would fight tooth and nail to preserve. I am not sure how many people know why I really studied Japanese; although I adore Japan and Asia, I believe now that it was a simple escape plan. I was spending most of my spare time working on immense art projects and what was left behind was devoted to learning more Japanese with an eventual goal of moving there to teach English.
Although I was perfectly successful with every artistic pursuit I cared to go after, something in my newly saddened psyche couldn’t accept the reality of a hardscrabble artistic life. Couldn’t accept that I could work that hard or that I could survive it. And it definitely wanted to protect me from my ex.

So I graduated with three degrees, something that is pretty unusual to do on the same day; Studio Art, Art History, and Japanese Language (my minor was in astronomy lest you think I totally abandoned physics…) and I graduated cum laude. I promptly put all of my efforts into leaving the country.

The problem was they could tell I was desperate to escape. I am not sure how, but all those great teach abroad programs didn’t want this intellectual Asiaphile who adored education and teaching, and I am reasonably sure it is because they could tell I wanted out of a bad situation. After all, the relationship thing always came up.

I ended up having to get a real job. I worked at Fry’s Electronics thanks to my computer knowledge and quickly skyrocketed through the ranks. My friends gave up trying to separate me from my ex and just smiled and nodded while life progressed downhill. My ex did things too terrible for Facebook and not all of them were to me. And yet… I was stuck.

I was a department manager at Fry’s in about a year. I was making a lot of money. I was definitely in one of the top tax brackets, but I was working eighty hour weeks and I couldn’t get my finances under control despite my income, mainly because my ex was racking up terrible credit card debt.

During my tenure at Fry’s I had no time for friends, no time for life, no time for art. I let a part of me die completely. I worked so much overtime that some mornings when I stood up from bed my feet didn’t work right and I collapsed to the ground. I worked and I slept.

We got married while I was at Fry’s and went on a ridiculous honeymoon, first getting hitched on the beach in Hawaii and then travelling Japan for a little over a week. My ex literally got in a fight with me the day after the wedding that culminated in her throwing her purse at me and storming off down a Tokyo street without knowing one word of Japanese or the name of our hotel. I had to run down the streets of a very conservative country trying to calm her down. Talk about instant regrets.

By the time we split, a little over a year later, she had tried to kill herself four times, the most spectacular of which culminated in her taking out 17 credit cards and even a loan in my name to fly to Italy where she intended to drown herself in the Adriatic. I truly, deeply wish I were making this up or exaggerating.

My credit now is… kinda back to “no credit” status, a dozen years later, which is an improvement over where it was for a long time.

I don’t think I ever truly understood that I was enabling her self-destructive behavior at the time. What I did understand by the time I melted down and had to leave Fry’s (I will never forget my three 18 hour shifts as penance for daring to take a two week honeymoon) was that I was in a very dangerous place with a very unstable woman who needed help but thought she was too smart to listen to psychiatrists and therapists.

Our marriage lasted less than two years. She did not go willingly. She did not fight, either. It was the saddest thing I’ve ever had to endure, leaving her in her efficiency, listening to her tell me that she didn’t want her precious cat that she had hand fed as an invalid kitten, because she didn’t think she had the resources to care for him, when I knew in my heart it was because she planned to kill herself.

Thank every spiritual being you may believe in because she didn’t. Somehow she persevered and moved on. Last I heard she moved in with a farmer in a breadbasket state of all things.

That was at the height of my World of Warcraft phase, which was just another barrier preventing me from being artistic. For seven years I gave myself to that game because it gave me another place to hide from first one ex and then the other. It gave me friends and a second family that unconditionally loved me. I don’t regret the time I spent playing that game and certainly not the expanding of my circle of friends that resulted, but I do regret the lost opportunity to get back into art that it contributed to.

I ended up at Best Buy and have been a Geek Squad Double Agent for almost eleven years now. I have had a roller coaster ride of a relationship with Best Buy. For years many employees felt as though the company was doomed to failure, though it eventually recovered and is now stronger than the day I was hired. It was not pleasant feeling like your job could be eliminated or your employer go away years on end.

Playing WoW I met my second ex. I actually dated a few people from Warcraft but she was the first one I met in person. We had a quick courtship because she lived in California, and after our first real life date (a week in Cali for me) she moved in with me. This is perhaps a bit of a pattern.

She was very demure and sweet at first. She was a geek and an artist, though not as accomplished as myself, and part of my attraction to her was not that she was a WoW player but that she belonged to a very certain fandom to which I have always had a dear relationship.

What changed in her is something some of my friends neither saw nor can comprehend to this day.

She was one of a number of well meaning individuals over the years who have tried to help me regain my artistic verve. She pushed and she pushed and then she gave up. When she decided I was washed up, she lost her attraction to me, and lost some of her confidence in herself which pretty much destroyed our sex life.

My particular variety of depression – the one that lasted from 20 to 34 – did not allow for cheering up or encouragement. When I was wallowing in self-loathing, I reveled in disappointing people. When someone bought me a little bit of art supplies, I knew immediately I would never use it. When someone cajoled me into volunteering to make something for them, I knew I would let them down by not doing it or taking months to do it.

My second ex simply did not know what to do with this. Our relationship became destructive. She was trying to motivate me but what it actually turned into was kicking a down dog. I was dependent on her because I was addicted to being destroyed. It wasn’t codependence, it was simply weakness on my part.

It didn’t hurt that I adored her family. They were good people and became a definite part of my life. I even went to the farm we would one day inherit, had my life gone another way.

A day came when I couldn’t stand it anymore. Her abuse was psychological, intellectual, and yes, physical. She was hitting, pinching and scratching me quite often. We were intimate not once in six months. Like any young man that was the biggest warning sign for me, and in the process of exploring options I asked her if she wanted to go to a counselor, and her answer was to tell me, “no, but you should.”

One week later I asked her for a divorce. I don’t know what changed to give me a spine, but boy did I suddenly grow one, and it didn’t go away. She countered with an offer to go to counseling with me, and to be perfectly honest I told her, “no, thanks. I’m done.”

I never regretted ending that relationship. I never went through a mourning phase. It was genuinely strange – it was as though a veil were lifted from my life and suddenly things were just… right. If I regret anything it was the loss of my relationship with her family. I am pretty sure she told them the reason I left her was that I had cheated on her and fallen for someone else. I regret them thinking that of me. Men can’t even say things like this without being immediately suspect of misrepresentation, but that’s my honest emotion on the matter on the table.

At that point I began a renaissance. I started working out and dieting, and I became social for the first time in my life. I tried every new thing I could scrabble together, even went to Sixth Street and learned I loved dancing. I made dozens of new friends. Craig moved in with me to help with the rent and within a few months I had a new brother. We rented the house in Pflugerville and my depression was gone.

Just… gone. Completely destroyed. Somehow I had learned to believe in myself again, and far more mysteriously than it had entered my life, my depression was lifted. I wish to God I could convey to my younger friends who are going through the doldrums of their twenties how to overcome it, but I don’t even know myself what happened.

I made and lost a lot of friends in a couple years’ time. I met a truly mad young woman who … well let’s just say helped me try all the things I should have tried in art school … and then had to eject her from my life because she was toxic. Some of my WoW friends moved to Austin and became friends long enough for me to reevaluate my friendship with them. I met Carson, and in addition to a brother, I found a sister to love for life.

I dated off and on, and true to form tended to fall in and out of love in a couple months’ time. I dated a guy, truth be told two, because I thought I must be gay. Spoiler alert: men are BAD at being partners. I dated two online friends, one of whom was mature enough to endure dating me and the cessation of dating me without a blip in our friendship. I fell for a woman who was a pure user of men and did not reciprocate, and watched her fall into deep depression and her life fall apart while lying to herself about her circumstance every step of the way.

Through the fandom to which I belong most dearly, not to mention half the people I dated, I met Amy Jo. I was dumbfounded, to be frank, that she was into me. I didn’t know what to make of it, or to trust it at first. For one thing, well, honestly, I was head over heels attracted to her, a feeling I hadn’t felt so clearly once in my life. For another, she was so bubbly there was no frame of reference for her in my artsy fartsy sarcastic grumpy world.

She was a light to me and remains to this day. I don’t know how it is that we are compatible but HOLY HELL WE ARE. There is no aspect of our relationship that we don’t fit together like a puzzle. For the first time in my life, I know what it is to adore the things I find annoying in a person. For the first time I know what it is to have a partner who enjoys our intimate times together.

I know there are people who think somehow she takes advantage of me. It breaks my heart to think there are people who still think that years after our relationship began. Her condition keeps her from working a single full time job… but she works two part time jobs and is responsible for almost the whole house. How someone could regard that as inequitable is beyond me.

But more importantly; here is the rub of this entire exposition; she has fixed me.

A month ago we came back from one of our many wonderful excursions, this time to a nerd convention. I came back totally energized. Not only had her business done very well, but something had snapped in me. I was finally ready to get my life back on track – for real.

I had an interview with Dell shortly before that trip. An interview which, let’s be honest, went really well. While at the convention I was offered a job which on the IT scale was a significant upgrade over what I’ve been up to the last ten years. But for Dell’s interest, it could not have come at a worse time.

Surrounded by all the artists and the people just loving their lives, I realized something I’d forgotten; I am an artist.

I AM AN ARTIST.

I may have done a lot of things to pay bills over the years. I didn’t even mention the carpet cleaning company. But by god, I live to create things. And I remembered it, thanks to some very smart people, and thanks to a very big constant river of support from one person.

Amy Jo has done what no other person could do in fourteen years. She read me like a book, and endured my angst, and shot holes in my armor. She supported. She has never shown disappointment. She has never given up for a second. Constant, constant, but gentle pressure. A river, or the ocean, pushing me to do what I’d given up on for years and years and years.

I can’t even, hand to heart and tears in my eyes, begin to understand how all the times I’ve shot down suggestions to make something bluntly, all the times I’ve just said “no,” or wailed away my failure, how she did it, how she could be supportive without despairing in me or doubting me BUT SHE HAS.

I told Dell, “no but thank you for the opportunity,” to experience what it is to turn down a job offer! What power! What confidence! Dell wasn’t the place for art; Dell would be stress. Geek Squad lets me go home and be myself.
When I came back from the con I was changed. In college I would go back to school after class, break into the art building, and work hours every night on my projects. Since that convention I have come home and worked four to six hours every night on teaching myself digital illustration and wire jewel beading. I haven’t been tempted to pick up a game, tempted to lie around and “relax.”

Fuck that. The me that once was, the me that had hope and infinite patience for art; that me is back with a vengeance and I know, I AM CERTAIN I am done disappointing people.

You want to know why Amy Jo and I are getting married? It’s because she completes me. It’s because she has given me the greatest gift I have ever received. It’s because I have hope for the future again, and because I am going to take that road with her and I know in my heart, I’m going to love every step of it in her arms.

Whew.

Thanks for enduring to the end.

Love y’all!

Now I just need to figure out how to get healthy, but that’s another story.

So I am in the middle of a sort of renaissance in my life. I'm motivated in a way I haven't felt in a long time and have been making some critical decisions that will affect my future in significant ways. One of those ways is to learn how to execute digital art.

I am pretty ok at traditional art even if I am really a life painter, but I know diddly squat about digital media. The last couple weeks I've been drawing quite a bit with my tablet, including coloring pieces from other artists I'm not uploading, and I'm getting really excited to draw what I really want digitally, which is teh pronz.

So this is my warning, dear watchers. I know a lot of you watch me because I am a friend or my mate is your friend, but now that I am posting art you should brace yourselves for a lot of very dirty naughtiness.

...because we are very, very naughty people.

...there will probably be tentacles.

This would be longer and more expository if I wasn't too busy making art to type. EXCITING NO?

Any furs gonna be there? :O

We are gonna have a huge camp this year, should be a party.

Which is good because, you know, it's cold as balls.

Where are you staying?
At the convention hotel of course!

How are you traveling?
Driving.

What day are you getting there?
Thorsday.

How is the best way to find you?
Usually wearing a thick black tail by Fuzumi. Wearing a traditional badge by

Are you taken?
Yes, by

Are there any panels you might be attending?
Rarely. I go to cons to eat, drink, party, play and dance.

What do you look like?
A bit like my fursona, but my chest is not quite so fantastic. I am 1/2 bear RL.

Will you be suiting?
Nyegateev. I need to BREATHE!

Do you do free art?
Rarely and only with zero pressure.

Do you do trades?
See above.

Do you do badges?
Nope.

Will you have a DD/AA table?
has a Dealer's Den table which I will be at frequently.

What is your gender?
I have an outie.

How tall are you?
6'0"

Can I talk to you?
Of course but if you drone on about something bizarrely specific like the various models of battlemech drives, I will tune you out. Yes, that is personal experience.

Can I touch you?
Pretty much however you wish, just keep it friendly or so rude and raunchy that Mao doesn't care.

Can I visit your room?
By invitation, certainly, we like to make with the friends and booze.

Also, if you are already a friend, you don't need said invitation.

Can I buy you drinks?
Ask first, I'm very specific about what I drink.

Can I give you stuff?
So long as you have never had unrequited affections for me, I do not see why not!

Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Hugs yes, snuggles only with a Mao.

Are you nice?
I am very giving of my soul and energy but I am also very blunt and have no patience for people who hurt others.

Will you be going to parties?
GOD I HOPE SO.

Will you be performing?
Oh ~hell~ no.

...unless I've had too much to drink.

If I see you, how should I get your attention?
With the social skills you have earned over your ____ years on this Earth.

What/where will you be eating?
Probably at least once in the hotel, but we have a dear friend in Dallas who is a foodie and he will drag us fanciful places.

Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Probably!

Can I look in your sketchbook?
If you catch me with one I might allow monitored viewing. I am no longer an active artist so if I even have one it will likely only have a very few uncomplicated doodles.

Can I draw in your sketchbook?
I would love that but again, I doubt I'll have anything in my hand other than a shopping bag and a <booze> disguised as a soda.

Can I take your picture?
If you are so inclined. Weirdo.

What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
Having fun, seeing friends, eating good food, helping Mao make some money.

Super psyched about this one! Go over to  Hicane and favorite it before I repost it here!

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/155...../#cid:91892154

Look... I know FurAffinity is a community site. That said, for a large number of artists, it is the soul gallery site and therefore marketing tool they are using. I am really appalled by the manner in which many artists use the site and it's just driving me crazy. I'd say 90% of artists know nothing about marketing themselves, and I'm not just talking about anthro artists. That said, most artists outside of the community use a private gallery. I rarely see professional artists using DA or similar sites as their main gallery, so there are some points I would like some of my furry friends to ponder, if they have the time, and if they choose to imagine themselves as professionals.

If you don't know, I have multiple degrees in the arts and a number of years experience working on artistic endeavors and with artists, including an Art Director position.

1.) You are a business owner. Act like it. It is not appropriate to complain about the behavior of one of your customers in a public forum. This makes you look unstable and makes it harder for people to justify giving money to you.

2.) Your customers are art patrons. Remember that you are asking them to give you money for a product unseen most of the time. That requires trust. Do not make them question that trust! If you are running behind, keep it private with current commissioners and don't ever apologize. If you didn't give a deadline you don't have one. Many art-for-art's sake projects take years to complete. If you are going on three months for an illustration for personal use, you owe no one an apology. Just keep everyone informed of what is going on and no reasonable person will lose their cool.

3.) You are an ARTIST. Criticism is GOOD and the best teacher. If you hide from criticism under a rock, you are telling me you aren't a professional artist and that I should think twice before flinging money at you.

4.) If someone copies you, deal with it. It's at best a compliment, and at worst childish. If they are selling what they copied, you can Google some very well written legal threats to mail them that should shut them up quickly. And often times it's just a misunderstanding.

5.) CYA. Make a set of policies and abide by them. Every artist should be using a terms and services form prior to completing a sale.

6.) Art is worth what people will pay for it. Patrons of the arts pay a premium to artists they love in order to secure their work for themselves. Believe it or not, there are illustrators out there that make a full time living at it. Don't compare yourself to other artists except perhaps to gauge what price range seems to be marketable.

7.) Communication. If something unforeseen happens or you need to ask a question, you haven't tried to communicate with your patron until you have tried repeatedly and in different methods to talk to them, and documented it.

8.) If you want your gallery to look truly professional but you want to chat with the community and gripe about the weather or ask for money, make a second account for your fursona and keep it separate from your business account.

I know this will make me sound like a douchebag to some of you, but all of this is simple business sense that I'm scared some of my friends don't think about.

LOOK AT IT!

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/138...../#cid:84673973

So, I worked 72 hours this week and 68 last week. The last three nights were all filled with terrible stressors, which made me question my insanity.

But the flipside is, Anthrocon? Yeah, ain't no problem. For once.

Where are you staying?
Westin baby!

What day are you getting there?
Thorsday.

How are you traveling?
Flying to PA, driving from Mao's folks'

Who will you be rooming with?
XiaoMao, Jedala and her mate.

How is the best way to find you?
Text me.
Weirdo.

Are there any panels you might be attending?
DANCE!

What do you look like?
6' bearish. Bald as a pool ball.

Will you be suiting?
Negateev komrade.

Do you do free art?
If I am drunk and you do me equal favors.

Do you do trades?
If I am drunk and... uh... same as above? xD

Do you do badges?
Not really. Tend to just do sketches and 120 hour paintings.

What is your gender?
Manchild

How tall are you?
Six feets

Can I talk to you?
Yarr!

Can I touch you?
Yarrrrr!

How can I find you?
Text me! Why is this question here twice? O.o

Can I visit your room?
If we know or invite ya!

Can I buy you drinks?
Sure but it better taste good! Seriously. I drink but, nothing manly.

Can I give you stuff?
Why the fuck not. Who says no to this?

Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Awwww yeaaaah :B
*doing so implicitly gives Mao permission to molest you

Are you nice?
Some say TOO nice.

How long are you going?
Thursday to Monday

Do you have an artist table?
Narp

Will you be going to parties?
If I can find good ones!

Will you be performing?
I don't do this "practice" thing.

If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Punch me? Speak?

Where will you be most of the time during the day/s?
Wasting money and wandering.

What/where will you be eating?
The usual suspects. There will be dog bowls.

Can I come with you for food/fun/etc.?
What does this mean? I'm not going to a con to be alone! Don't ask me for money. I play Second Life. I have armor vs. beggars.

Can I look in your sketchbook?
I won't have one most likely. Don't handle people fondling it well.

Can I draw in your sketchbook?
Ill have something on me specifically for this.

Can I take your picture?
Yes but why?

What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

Here we go again!

Q: Where are you staying?
A: Con hotel

Q: When will you be arriving and leaving?
A: Checking in Thursday checking out Sunday

Q: Who will you be rooming with?
A: tylenn awesomeavrin xiaomao zaezar

Q: Where will you be most of the time during the day/s?
A: Hopefully having fun with friends. XiaoMao will try to snag an Alley table at least one day so I will be there quite a bit.

Q: What/where will you be eating?
A: Food! Going to Zander's at some point, among other things.

Q: Will you be having a room party?
A: No room party on purpose but I definitely dig them.

Q: Will you be drinking and/or getting drunk?
A: YES!


PERSONAL STUFF:

Q: What is your gender?
A: Male

Q: How tall are you?
A: 6'

Q: If I approach you, will you chat with me?
A: Sure as long as time permits and you aren't a creeper.

Q: If I see you, how should I get your attention?
A: Say something xD

Q: How many furry conventions have you attended?
A: TFF and AC a couple times

Q: Do you own a fursuit?
A: Negatory

PERMISSIONS:

Q: Can I hug or snuggle with you?
A: Yes depending on your hygiene xD

Q: How can I find you?
A: Note me or text me if you have my number.

Q: Can I buy you drinks?
A: Yep!

Q: Can I look in your sketchbook?
A: If I have one and it's open.

Q: Can I take your picture?
A: Preferably if you ask first :p And try and send it to me later ;)

MISCELLANEOUS:

Q: Do you do do free art, trades, commissions, badges?
A: No. I consider myself a professional artist whether I practice rarely or not. I am capable of having fun though so nothing is set in stone.

Q: Do you have a table in the Artist Alley / Dealer's Den or a panel in the Art Show? If so, what are you selling?
A: Nope

Q: Do you plan to volunteer?
A: Nope

Q: What's your goal for the con this year?
A: To have fun, drink and get sexy with my mate. To catch up with friends. To buy art.

Our friend Ziggy drew Mao and it's AWESOME!

Go watch her! Seriously. Lovely and a style of her own.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12623699/

Where are you staying?
- The Westin! Official con hotel ftw yo!

What day are you getting there?
- July fourth through seventh!

Who will you be with?
- XiaoMao and FlyingFire, and anyone else who is cool and wants to get trashed and listen to music and dance and eat and avoid panels x3

Do you do free art?
- Yes but getting it out of me basically involves becoming literally my best friend and then waiting a year for the whim to take me.

Do you do trades?
- If you make pretty art and guilt me into it and hang out with us for several hours, I could definitely be convinced.

Do you do Commissions?
- Yes but the terms and conditions are commercial, my turn time is awful, and I never do it for fan/convention prices.

What is your gender?
- I'm a happy man-child.

How old are you?
- 35 and just fine with it.

Can I talk to you?
- If you are coming to a convention and don't want to be social, even if you are famous you are a dick.

Can I touch you?
- I am very touchable. Just don't be a clichéd smelly beast.

Can I hang out with you?
- Unless I tell you otherwise, the more the merrier and the bigger the party xD

How can I find you?
- I will be wandering around taking pictures and wasting money, bugging FlyingFire to stop working, and eating good food with Mao. I will be at anything with loud music and dancing, and I will be chilling in my room or at the zoo.

Can I buy you drinks?
- What an odd question. Yes? Does it have alcohol? Make sure it's a girly drink. I like cocktails.

Can I give you lots of money?
- o.o Who are you, mysterious web philanthropist?

Can I hug you?
- I liek hug time. :3

How tall are you?
- 6'0" generally beary and I act a bit flamey sometimes. I HAS NO HAIR! :U

Are you nice?
- I am redonculously easy to get along with and can talk to anyone so long as you don't come across as threatening to someone I care about and don't engage me in detailed conversations about obscure gaming systems.

Can I stalk you?
- What even is...? Like tiger stalk me? OK but I'm not easy to tackle. Like lecherously stalk me? Are you good looking?

How long are you going?
- Thursday through Sunday and then off to other things, big trip in general.

Do you like parties?
- FUCKING HELLZ YARRR!

If I see you, how should I get your attention?
- Greet me! Hug me! Pounce me! You can grope, spank or lick me, but Mao bites, just to warn you.

Where will you be most of the time during the day?
- Wandering, buying shit, eating and drunk in our room x3~

What/where will you be eating?
- All the food! Is Furnando's still there? The food in the hotel is good but terribly expensive.

Can I take your picture?
- Well yeah. I'm not worried about my soul being stolen. I was in the newspaper photos last year with Anaruu. x3~ http://pittsburgh.cbslocal.com/phot.....nvention-2012/ like the third picture in :P

What are your goal(s) for the con this year?
- Hot dirty sex and lots of booze and shopping, good friends and food.

Spotting a LessThan3:
- I'm a big man. Six foot, a little overweight, muscles apparent. Bald. That's usually a giveaway. I wear panther paws and tail during the day, and timberwolf at night because my glowy lights work best with it. I'll be with a very active and sexy younger woman in reddish pink and black fur stuff. I have a badge. It's a picture of me and says <3

How to interact with a LessThan3:
- Be cool. Be interesting.

What is okay to do:
- Pretty much anything, no joke. I go to cons to act a fool, and I expect you do the same.

What is NOT okay to do:
- Do NOT hassle or grief my friends, even if I do so. I am very protective.
- Don't hug me if you're sticky or smelly. I'll freak.

Wow.

I haven't felt... so blessed... so lucky... ever.

I try not to spam FA with personal stuff but I'm just completely overwhelmed. I may have finally won the life lottery and I'm so happy I just had to share.

I truly wish and hope that everyone gets to experience this at some point in their lives.

Good fortune, my friends.

Oh, and as to the reason for my joy... you know who you are. <3

I have been informed by that I must post an F5 journal to announce my new icon that she purchased for me from the lovely

THIS IS THAT JOURNAL

DUN DUN DUN

Please press F5 to see the squee ^_^

I think this makes me sound like a douchebag. But I wanted to see if anyone I know besides my friends who accidentally convinced me to go will be there. :P

• Where are you staying?
Con Hotel
• What day are you getting there?
Friday
• Who will you be rooming with?
Uh, myself and anyone who wants unsolicited snuggles and passes various tests.
• What is your gender?
Manly Man
• How old are you?
35
• Can I talk to you?
As long as you don't desire getting into a pissing contest about rules in an obscure board game, I am quite gregarious and open to conversation.
• Can I touch you?
I am ~extremely~ touchable so long as you don't smell and aren't creepy.
• Are you friendly?
Absolutely.
• Can I hang out with you?
Please don't leave me alone T_T
• Are you taken?
Hopefully.
• How can I find you?
I'm bald. Uh. Flamboyant. Tall. I tend to wear black paws and a black tail by day, and various forms of glowing timber wolf gear by night. I should have a very snazzy badge by Tora at some point during the day.
• Can I buy you food?
I would be confused why but I guess?
• Can I buy you drinks?
Do they have alcohol? If so, certainly!
• Do you do free art?
Not if you ever want to see it. Maybe. I dunno. Collabs and such, perhaps.
• Do you do trades?
Perhaps. Depends.
• Do you do commissions?
Yes but how you came by such a desire is beyond me as none of my art is here and to warn, I charge commercial rates because I don't have much time for them u.u

drew a commission for me of my favorite pirate queen cheetah from SL, Idra! Go fave it because she reacts positively to... positive reinforcement... like everyone! x3~

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9807029/

So, hmm. I guess I'm writing a journal. Sorry those of you who watched me in order to trick me into making art, this isn't that journal :U

Going to Texas Renaissance Faire with a good friend tomorrow. I'm super psyched. This is one of my things, along with seeing a mountain every year, going to AKon and Anthrocon, and going to Japan from time to time, that keeps me alive and sane.

Looking forward to rocking my new pirate gear. Looking forward to getting drunk and prowling and hanging out at a campfire with total strangers.

Hope everyone is well.