... was yesterday.

It's not too late! Appreciate an elephant!

My 64,000+ subs I had to sift through has been knee chopped down to 26,000. ... looks like FA doesn't wanna carry more than 1 year of data. ... oh well.

So, went go see Child's Play tonight. The new one.

First of all, I want to apologize to Mark Hamill. They made him play what is basically the antithesis to Chucky so shortly after making him play the antithesis to Luke, it must be hard. At least with his comments on Luke he started to grow some balls and speak out about how disappointed he was in the direction they took the character. All the material I've read thus far sounded like he really, honestly enjoyed this movie. I don't know if that's just because he has to say that, right now, or if he's honestly just given up on Hollywood, being honest, or if he really has finally gone crazy, cause I can tell you: this is Mark Hamill reading Chucky lines. It isn't a Mark Hamill performance! ... or even a Brad Dourif impression. It's just, just ... ya know, just Mark Hamill. And yah! Mark does creepy! ... but like I said, I have to apologize, cause something had to've happened to Mark if this what he got and he thought it was worth the gusto he seemed to've been going into during his interviews. I think Hollywood finally broke the farm boy from Tatooine. I really don't fault him for his performance. I think there was so much more they could've done with the story.


----SPOILERS BELOW----

So, my first, super major... what? didn't you see the spoiler warning? Go! Go before I throw a football at'cha.



So, my first major problem is the opening. For those of you who haven't seen it and don't care about spoilers the whole reason Chucky is 'chucked' in this movie is because the Korean worker in charge of doing the final system checks on his huge ass microchip ... gets berated by his boss. So he turns off a few security protocols and finishes up. ... ... ... yep. That's it. That's totally it. And then he commits suicide by throwing himself from the factory onto a car. We don't even see him jump. Just his impact with the car. It's such... SUCH a dead scene.

The first... what. 30 minutes are just ... not useful. Once the murders start to ramp up (about the point in the film where the kids start to make fun of how ridiculous Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is) then it... it's a serviceable gore splat. None of the killings are too terribly inventive, but Chucky never was until he became a lampshade parody of himself in the - Of Chucky movies. But still and all it's strung up by Mark Hamill just being the most INAPPROPRIATE default voice for a doll. Yes, Mark does do a bit of falsetto at the start but come on!! ... I only just tonight found out that Brad D. did not play the "Hi! I'm Chucky!" voice. Color me surprised. I just thought the guy was a God. But I don't think that that would work for this movie, as Chucky doesn't have a "personality" that flips from Doll mode to Killer mode. He just ... is Mark.

But that could be rolled into a saving grace, if they just opened the movie a little different.



We can still be in some Korean sweatshop. Not a problem. But we have all these bright, shiny, happy faces. It's a good place to work. Clean, livable. Productive. Everyone just getting along and working on their own little part of the assembly line ... then we get to the guy at the end of the line. His work station is a mess. The light above him isn't working, maybe. He's disheveled, unkempt, face hidden behind stringy hair and a dirty knit hat. We focus on a grimy name-tag. ... CHARLES... And... he's singing. He's singing to the doll he's working on. We recognize that voice. It's Mark fucking Hamill, alright. Maybe from the outside it's incoherent, but it's to the tune of 'The Buddi Song,' and it's getting creeped out looks from his co-workers. The supervisor is coming over.

"Charles! We talked about this! You can't keep singing while you work! Everyone thinks you're performing black magic or someshit on the dolls. Charles?? Are you listening to me, Charles?!" He grabs Mark by the upper arm.
"CHUCKY!!" screams Mark as he stops singing, turning to the supervisor. There's manic in his eyes as we get the first look at our current year Charles Lee Ray. "... my friends call me Chucky, I said."

"WE'RE NOT FRIENDS! We're not even co-workers anymore! Get your shit, and get out! This will be the last doll you work on!!"
and our supervisor shoves Charles back into his station. There's an exposed shelf ledge. We saw this before, when we first came upon this work station. It's sort of a Chekhov's Gun. Mark hits his head on it and a big wound opens up, getting our first blood splatter in under 5 minutes. Some of it catches the supervisor. Some of it gets on the doll he's working on and its exposed circuitry. Charles doesn't scream. He doesn't cry out. He just falls back onto the factory floor, black blood pouring out of his wound.

The supervisor is... PISSED. He's not scared he just murdered someone. He's SUPER PISSED that someone would DARE die on his shift! (this leans back more towards the supervisor we got in the movie; he probably doesn't have a place in a clean facility, but I still liked him. Big mood) So he calls security to come escort Mr. Charles's off the premises, even though he's already going through death throes on the floor. He's distracted. But we can see that our Good G-- sorry, our Buddi's control checks are cycling through ... by themselves. Boxes are being ticked. Security is being overridden. Warning screens are coming up and being shut down without so much as a single mouse click. Then we see the last little box. "Pre-Imprint name (for Store Demo only):" and it types out C H U C K Y in that typical 'slow but not plodding' kind of typing. And then green lights!! All clear! It's right at this moment our supervisor turns away from Charles's lifeless body being drug out through the backdoor and sees the doll, all ready for shipping. He looks at the blood. He looks at the screen. He looks at the doll one more time... and then closes up the chest, pulls down the shirt and puts on the coveralls.

AND FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHEN YOU LOAD A TRUCK, YOU DO NOT JUST FORKLIFT THE LAST PALLET IN ALL WILLY-NILLY AND THEN CLOSE THE DOORS.

... god that bothered me so much, and I don't know why. They just shove the last shipment on and that's it. They don't try to align it with the rest of the pallets, strap anything down OR cram it full. They're just like "Huh. The plot device has been loaded. Time to ship this one out! Yeehaw!"



But yah! That's TOTALLY a much better reason WHY Chucky sounds like that, why his name is Chucky, and it's much better than "the only thing that stops an AI from going on a rampage is 3 Y/N that any fucking dummy could hack." The end goal is still the same: he just wants a friend! A friend ... to the end...

Fite me.

I turned on the shinies just to make this joke.

I doubt I'm anyone's favorite artist, but it might lead to more Minnie art. Who knows?

Just like before, I’m just kinda tossin this one out in the æther.

Again, we open on a big herm and a little dude. Shocking, I know.

The little dude would be buzzing around the big herm. Perhaps they had already had a conversation, with the herm saying something like “... and as you said, it’s a stupid question.”

To which the male replies/cold opens: “Ohh, you are/look like a girl who likes to hoist a guy by his own perard!”

In the next panel, he’s facing away from her, grabbing his own tail and yanking it up, saying “Go ahead!! Start yankin!” Big herm no amused.

[Yes, I know what the phrase means. Googled it this morning!™ ... but it’s just a funny idea. Like the Stewie line “you’ll rue the day... go on! Start rueing!”]

So, I don't know who follows my story, I sure as fuck don't, but I'd been without a pc proper for about 2 some odd years since my last one went kaput on me at probably the best time. It put a fire under my ass and since I've gotten this new one I've appreciated it more, as well as life, ya da d...

But it made checking fa during down time in games hard when you aren't ... playing any games. That's how I kept up with ~800 watches. A lotta down time, a lotta gaming.

So for the last 2 years it's been building up. Lately I'm back into old habits. A game here, a check there. And I thought it was going to be good. 72 per page, 6000~ submissions. I should chog through these in no time.

Then I noticed something. The counter wasn't going down. Not nearly as fast as 72. I had 6,042, then I had 6035. For a time, I thought it was just all the empty submissions ("This submission has been deleted...") that were correctly not tallied, but still displayed.

... then I squinted. It was not 6035. It was 60351. I have over 60 thousand submissions to slog through. Even 2 hundred at a time, only actually looking at maybe 4~ per page ... this is going to take forever.

Also, if you're wondering why I've been faving/commenting on old ass art, that's why.

Also, it's hella fun to come across swaths of art all at once. Like I found a bunch of art of that red head from Inner Workings, that little Disney short that appeared before Moana. I bet some of you don't even remember that!! Right now, I'm in the middle of what I have to assume is the release/leak of Pokemon Sun/Moon. Lotta Team Skull art. Fun!

No. I promise. I know how to spell. Just hear me out.

Went go see Capt. Marvel last night.

I think Marvel fatigue is setting in.

Lemme come back to that. The movie itself was an okay-to-good movie but about halfway through I found myself wondering why I was watching it. Like I showed up just because I (or more importantly my wife) wanted to absorb all the backstory before Endgame. In the end I felt a little more wisened about the MCU ... but I don’t know if I enjoyed myself, or if I was just a cog in the giant Disney mechanism.

Don’t get me wrong. Ms Larson does a fine job as the not-a-lesbian-in-a-hot-interracial-relationship Capt. There were a few good twists on the movie... but they’re obvious if you eschew your comic book knee-jerk knowledge and remember Last Time on the MCU™ ... but even then the twists contain plot holes. Like ‘if (redacted) really are the (redacted)... why did they (blank?)’ holes. And it really does feel like the Captian is just (redacted) 2 point oh. How is she going to help stop Thanos? It really does feel more unnecessary then Ant-man and the Wasp because it keeps insisting that it’s necessary, where as AMW was just happy to be there, a movie just trying to movie, not introduce a universe altering player.

In the beginning it was simple. Iron Man, Thor, Edward Norton. And then they had a big blow off. And that was cool. But I think these movies are becoming cultural touchstones, like Star Wars back in the day. At first you needed to be a nerd to care. But now Murry at the watercooler won’t stop sprouting off his top ten exptations for how they’re gonna defeat Thanos even though we’ve been told that Adam Warlock won’t be in until GotG3, Justin!!

... sorry. What I’m trying to say, I guess, is it would be nice if they did... less.

Like, I’m majorly upset they had a Far From Home trailer before Capt Marvel. It was basically a giant sign that said “hey, after that movie you’re all seeing THIS movie for comes and goes, we’re not wasting any time returning to the Marvel Status Quo™!” I think it’s Disney. They finally got exceptance for their live action movies with B&B and now they’re releasing 4 this year! 4!! 2 of which were called unfilmable, 1 of which was already a play, and another that has been raked over the coals, dragging poor Will
smoth with it. I think Disney knows it’s playing with fire, and is there by going all in, knowing that full immolation hurts way less then a minor burn.

So like I said. Capt Marvel is a fine film stacked in the shoes of a defining film. Fatigue is setting in, abd I think Marvel’s answer is goij g to just be a universe reboot and then a pallet clenser with FFH. But they’re laying their cards on the table way too quick. It’s been a grind, and it’s becoming obvious.

Be on the look out for a spoiler riddled journal hidden under this one ... when I feel like it.

So. Some people say your measure is how many people’s lives you’ve impacted for the better. How many people you’ve inspired. Or if you’re a cynic, how many people wanna use your face for their own gains. I wouldn’t argue with these people, as I’m kinda a little too proud when I find someone using my art to describe their character. I know the classic furru response is “oh my god, original character, doughnut steel!” and I get it and I do see a fine line between inspiration and identity theft... but naaah. I’m just flattered when someone enjoys something I had a hand in bringing into existence.


That being said, I do know several who have confided in me that I was their basis for taking a stab at their own... whatever it is I inspired them with, be it herm characters in general, elephants, big dick pokemorphs... none of which I claim any sole ownership of! But that only makes it all the more endearing, I think. I don’t wanna call it a motherly pride cause there are some times I get a little envious myself and then it feels more like a friendly rivalry, eh hehe he.

But enough at the attempts at making me the villian of my own story. What’s yours? Has Minnie Shoof had an impact on your current trajectory? Do you consider yourself on of my hellspawn? Let’s talk about it! Maybe hash out an image! Who knows! Maybe you’ll find you’ve inspired this ol’ motha.

I really don't care that there isn't an elephant species tag.

So, like, the scene is set at a convenience store, shot from behind the register. One of the ones with a advertisement or like, shelving above the counter.

In the foreground is a short-ish male, in store uniform. On the other side of the counter is a large herm (maybe a Shoof?) The top of her head is just barely visible underneath the sign. On the counter is a soda, some candy... and her junk. She's tall enough that she can just heft the bulge in her shorts up onto the counter. The male is obviously shocked and unable to look at anything else.

She's talking, saying "I'm gonna need a 20 dollars on pump 3, a lotto, and if you keep staring at it it's just gonna get bigger..." signaling that she knows he's staring, and is of course dtf.


Just a free art idea, I offer to anyone out there in the ether, lookin' for something to draw.

If you do go through with it, lemme know yah? I'd dig being credited, even if only I know about it. (tho giving me a shoutout would be much luv.)

... but I hold conversations about co-staring in a porno commission with the same tone and politeness as I do in job interviews.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯



Incidentally, I might be looking for an artist. Maybe a comic page or two featuring my gal Terra and another pokemorph.

Birthday

... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

When your arguement centers around how you perceive what someone else is doing as hateful...

... always be sure to ignore when what you say could be perceived as hateful.

Today is a day, so far, so fair and mild.
A day so fair and mild that I have to put quantifiers like ‘so far’ less I catch myself standing on its precipice saying “nothing could ruin this” and hear the thunder reply
“Hold my beer.”

A day so fair and mild that I could be forgiven if in months, weeks, days, I hardly forget it existed at all.
But I shouldn’t be.
Shouldn’t be forgiven, shouldn’t be forgetting.

They say ‘count your blessings.’ I say keep a tally mark. Because on days so fair and mild it’s easy to miscount. To erase a time you were handed and say “I have always repaided” in favor of a loved one stepping on your toes while saying “I would never hurt you.”

A day without sunshine is terrible,
but a day without terror is sunshine,
Is it not?


Shout out to and , prolly the only two people who would be aware that the rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated.

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, and it may be a while yet, but this was rattling around in my brain on the way to work today...

Alright. I'm looking for a perticular image, folks, and I should be in bed and my google-fu is failing me, so I'mma ask y'all for help.

It's a comic-kinda image. Single image.
It's a picture of a short, tanned farmer wearing overalls and a straw hat standing in his produce stand. The hat covers his eye (I think) but he's got a biiiiiig grin on his face.
There are a few fat cucumbers/zucchini in a row, but the "vegetable" directly infront of the farmer is off color/the same color as his skin.
... it's his dick. His pants are unzipped and he's pushed up against the stand.

I can't remember the exact style, or even where I'd seen it, so, best of luck to all y'all google warriors.

Maybe by the time she hits 16 I'll buy her a car.

Well. That's a bust. After trying to finagle with the rom I wound up over-writing the seed/chest locations, and I'm fairly sure that means I'm double fucked.



I might be starting a new game tonight. Might be a different game. Hope to see at least somebody there.

Yah. In case y'all don't know me, I sit on things. I don't mean... what I mean is that I will bottle things up for an abnormally long time. Information. Emotions. Pain. I think that's part of the reason I don't like surprises - typically I'm 4 steps into enacting my own plans and when people or things throw curve balls, I get pretty volatile. Truth be told, anyone who use to play with me back in the day on the ol' Furry Pound servers knows I'm pretty volatile and unapologetic about it when it comes to shit that truly doesn't matter - like video games. I'm told I lose control ... I question why people attempt to control themselves while controlling digital avatars. If primal screams really work...
But I'm getting off topic. What I wanna say is



GOD DAMN THESE FUCKING PEOPLE PLAYING THIS ZELDA RANDOMIZER CAN'T GET THEIR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER. AHHHH. AGGGGHHH. IT'S... IT'S LIKE WATCHING A TOOTH PULLING BY THE WORLD'S MOST DRUG-ADDLED DENTIST. AGRRGHHH.


Ehum. I'm not going to link to them. They're fucking awful. Anywho.

What I wanted to know is who'd be interested in watching me try and stream, on this crappy laptop of mine, the A Link To the Past Randomize that seems to be floating around on the internet. Don't even know if I can run it. Might be interested to try. Might try to convince Katzy to race me. She seems mildly interested in it too, Zelda nut that she is,, and this might make it spicy. Y'all'd love that, right? Woman's voice on the mic and shit? Hoo. Hoo hoo.



Still lamenting my tower. It actually happened 3 days after my birthday (around the 16th), but, again, I just kinda held it in as I dragged my feet. I did just realize that all the Minnie Shoof artwork I'd accrued over the years was on that Hard Drive and I hadn't properly passed the torch just yet... so that's kinda sad. I kept a few eechi and stuff, but never a 'hard drive fulla porn'... so I didn't lose much else outside of that. Some stuff I was probably needing to do without, anyways...

Well. Lemme know what y'all think, k?

Yup. My tower is dead. :/

Dunno what I'm gonna do, honestly.

So, probably my *best* birthday present was my computer deciding to crap out on me.

Every time it boots, it tells me that it is trying to read from my cd drive, when there is nothing in the drive. So of course it fails. I've googled the issue... And it doesn't seem good.

Any of my tech savvy friends or followers wanna give a phant a hand? I'd hatr to have to scrounge for a new pc. ...

Happy birthday to me.

What do you call the Pandora playlist of the former vice president under Bill Clinton?

The AlGoreRhythm.