My website will be offline for an indefinite amount of time while I sort some things out. I apologize for the inconvenience.

EDIT Sep. 26, 2009 9:50 PM CST
My website is back online for the time being.

As of 04:45 CST, I have completed yet another orbit around the sun. Now I find myself looking back and taking stock of all that has transpired in the year that was.

* 1 case of Salmonella poisoning endured.
* 0 deaths. My 32-year streak continues!
* 0 dates.
* 1 apartment of my own moved into.
* 0 career goals met.
* 34 erotic pictures completed and published (including commissions.)
* 260 dollars made on commissions.
* 350 dollars spent keeping my computer running.
* 1 website created on The Jab Archives.
* 0 new video games purchased.
* 700 hours spent playing the same tired games. (Approximation)
* 47 new songs added to my favorites.
* 6 movies seen at the movie theater.
* 1 used sailboat (14') purchased.
* 0 hours spent sailing.
* 7 seasons of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine purchased and watched.
* 5 seasons of NCIS purchased and watched.
* 1 Sci-fi/Furry conventions attended.
* 3 hours spent at Sci-fi/Furry conventions.
* 0 vacations taken.

All things considered, not a great year. But, I suppose, it could have been worse.

I'm relocating! As of today, you can now find me hanging out with  cheetahjab and the crew over at The Jab Archives. (I'm the shadowy one in the corner.)

All of my submissions made to date will be remaining here on FA, but my new stuff (excluding commissions) will henceforth be posted to my new gallery over at TJA. However, I will make a preview submission here on FA when I have a new image up on my website. And, since my website doesn't grant visitors the ability to comment on images (yet), I will continue to rely on FA for feedback.

I hope to see you all over at my new home. (Wipe your feet at the door. That goes double for quadrupeds.)

Whohooo! I just passed 10,000 page views!

And it only took 79 submissions...

Whoohoo!! Today I reached and passed the milestone of 1,000 watches. I didn't think I would ever reach this many. To everyone who watches me, thank you! Your continued interest in my artwork, your faves, and your comments all mean a lot to me and are greatly appreciated.

Yay!! The talented goblins behind the curtain at FA have finally brought back the search feature. Now, with a few simple keystrokes, I can jump right to whatever images fit my current fetish. It's great!

In an effort to bring my gallery up to speed with the new search feature, I just spent three hours adding tags to all my works (past and present). If you run across any of my artworks and find that they are missing a tag or in some way mislabeled, please drop my a line and let know.

http://www.furspace.com/

I just heard about this today and it sounds pretty cool. I think I'll give it a try for awhile. If anyone else has an account, feel free to add me. http://www.furspace.com/Netherwulf

I would like to apologize to those for whom I'm currently working on a commission. I do not usually take so long to finish commissions. But between the stress of the approaching holidays and being sick with some kind of bizarre stomach flu for the past week, my ability to draw has been severely limited as of late.

I thank you for your patients and understanding. And I promise I will be getting those commissions done soon.

 netherwulf

But to really fuck up, you need a computer.

I few months ago, my computer's CRT monitor blew and I was forced to buy another monitor. Since then, I have had nothing but trouble with my artwork.

The first monitor that I bought to replace my busted one was a cheap ($150.00) no-name brand, 17" LCD from Radio Shack. Big mistake! Having used a CRT monitor for several years, I was unaware of a very critical (that is, if you are using it to produce artwork) aspect of LCD displays: Contrast Ratio. My new monitor had a pathetic 700:1 Contrast Ratio which was bleeding nearly all of the color out of the images on my screen. So when I thought I had gotten a picture looking awesome, it was in actuality excessively dark and over-contrasted on everyone else's computer. Fortunately, I found this out before releasing any of that artwork. That monitor lasted for about a month before it quit working for no apparent reason.

Knowing that it would be quicker and cost less to buy a new monitor than fix that piece of shit, I went to Best Buy to get a new one. This time, I bought a very nice, 19" LCD with a beautiful 8000:1 Contrast Ratio. Finally, I could go back to creating artwork without having to worry that it might look different (sucky) on other people's monitors.

Or so I thought.

My new monitor has a native resolution of 1440 x 900. Unfortunately for me, my rather outdated graphics card (NVIDIA GeForce FX 5500) doesn't support this "wide-screen" resolution. While attempting to save the exorbitant amount of money needed for a new graphics card, I set my monitor to a resolution that was as close to the proper size as possible and made an effort to compensate for the slight distortion when finishing up my artwork.

I failed. Miserably.

However, I didn't discover my failure until today. While messing around with my monitor's settings, I found an option that allowed me to switch its view mode between Normal and Wide. Ignoring the irritating side effect of having 3.5 cm (1¼") of empty space on both sides of the screen, I set my monitor back to a "normal" 4:3 ratio resolution and then looked at my recent artwork to see how close I had gotten it to correct. And... DAMN IT!!!
I assumed that it would be slightly stretched in the vertical plane, but it was horribly stretched! I'm shocked that no one said anything and that people actually favorited these pictures!

I have now gone back and edited the effected pictures, and updated them in my gallery. If you favorited the pictures "Bedtime", "Undead Striptease", and/or "Seduction", it would go a long way toward repairing my pride if you would please go back and view them as they were intended to be viewed. Thanks!


 netherwulf <-- Dumbass

So... I just finished watching the new Star Trek movie trailer and I'm not quite as thrilled as everyone else seems to be. First off, the trailer starts with a kid flying down the road in a car that he has apparently stolen. Now the thing that gets me here is that the car appears old even by modern standards. (I'm no car expert, but I would estimate it being a 1960s-1970s model.) However, this story is supposed to take place approximately 300 years in the future. What's the likelihood that a kid would even have the opportunity to steal a three-century old vehicle in the middle of a barren desert? And, furthermore, in a world of hovering/flying vehicles that no doubt go a lot faster than the 75+ mph he was shown going, why would someone even want to? That's like stealing a Ford Model-T!
That aside, we move on to just after this mentally-challenged child drives his antiquated vehicle off into an excessively deep chasm for no apparent reason, to when he stands up and proudly declares to the pursuing police officer that he is James Siberius Kirk.
Siberius? Any self-respecting Star Trek fan can tell you that Captain Kirk's middle initial is T, not S. Did the writers of the script forget this extremely well-known fact? Or was it that the actor they hired (who bares no resemblance to William Shatner) simply mispronounced the name and no one caught it? Or was it that, in the story, he used his tongue as traction to keep from going off the cliff and that's why he couldn't say Tiberius correctly? Who knows!

Yet another technical error came later in the trailer, then we see the now-grown James S. Kirk drive up on yet another wheeled vehicle that bares an uncanny resemblance to a modern motorcycle, and looks out upon the awe-inspiring sight of the USS Enterprise (or, at least, another Constitution-class starship) being constructed in the desert. You don't have to be an engineer or an expert in physics to know that a starship of this design is neither aerodynamically stable, balanced, nor capable of supporting its own weight under Earth's gravity. Anyone who has payed even the most minute amount of attention to any of the previous Star Trek movies knows that starships are built in the huge scaffolding of orbital shipyards.

At this point, you may be asking yourself why I am pointing all this out. Honestly, I don't know. Complaining about it won't change anything. Perhaps it just pisses me off and I want to bitch for awhile. I grimaced when I first heard that J J Abrams had been given the license to make the next Star Trek movie, as I assumed then that he would fuck it up. And, considering that I can pick out that many errors in a two minute trailer is evidence to me that I was right. Unfortunately.
Sure, I'll go see it like everybody else. And I'm sure it'll have awesome special-effects and a few cool scenes. But geeks like me have come to really value the Star Trek universe that has evolved over the past 40+ years, and it pains me to see that little spoiled brat of a director bending and warping canon (or disregarding it completely) to fit his "vision."

I don't know what is wrong with me. It's been well over a month since I last posted something and I haven't even managed to turn out a single crappy sketch. I've got 2 or 3 pics just sitting in Photoshop waiting to be finished, but for some inexplicable reason I can't bring myself to work on them. That artistic drive that normally compels me to draw one naughty picture after another seems to have fallen asleep and I can't wake it. What's worse is that Halloween is fast approaching. My favorite holiday! If I draw a pic for any holiday, it's this one. But with less than a week to go, I still haven't been able to draw anything. I want to say that it is because I've been distracted by other projects that I'm working on, but then, that has never stopped me before. I'm not sure what my problem is, but I hope it corrects itself soon. I miss my art.

Well, damn. It's official: I'm one year older and still none the wiser. When is that supposed to kick in, anyway? :-P

In my recent submission, I depicted a female furry playfully masturbating atop her bedpost. To my surprise --and delight- a number of my female fans commented with claims --or at least insinuations- of having tried that act themselves. When I created the picture, I done so simply because I, like most males, find the idea of a female pleasuring herself on the furniture to be very arousing. However, I had always assumed that this was something that appealed primarily to men and that women did not necessarily find it all that interesting or enjoyable. But in light of the many favs and numerous comments that I have received from female fans, I am happily considering the notion that I may have been mistaken.

I have always been very fascinated by female sexuality and I enjoy learning what women find arousing and pleasurable. To that end, I would like to conduct something of a survey in hopes of acquiring a better understanding of how sexual and experimental real women are when it comes to masturbation, and to separate what women truly enjoy from what is merely a fanciful product of the porn industry.

Taking into account how personal and private a lot people consider this subject to be, it will surprise me if I get any responses to this. But I'm curious and I believe that it never hurts to ask.

Note:

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* This survey is for women only. I'm not interested in the opinions or experiences of men.
* If, for any reason, you wish not answer one of the questions, you are welcome to write, "I prefer not to answer." But do try to answer most of the questions, please.
* If you would like to participate, but would prefer that your answers not be broadcast on FA, you can private message me your answers.

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Survey

#1. Assuming no other sexual contact, how many times would you estimate that you masturbate within a week's time, on average?

#2. Have you ever allowed anyone to watch you masturbate? If not, would you ever consider it?

#3. Have you ever masturbated in front/on top of a mirror so that you could watch yourself?

#4. Have you ever secretly masturbated around others or in a public place? If so, where? If not, have you ever considered it?

#5. Have you ever used sex toys to pleasure yourself? If so, what kind?

#6. Have you ever used fruits or vegetables (i.e. cucumber, carrot, banana, etc...) while masturbating? If so, what kind and did you enjoy it?

#7. Have you ever used a bottle (i.e. cola or wine bottle, or other such glass or plastic vessel) while masturbating? If so, what kind and did you enjoy it?

#8. Have you ever used any tool or appliance (i.e. hammer, duster, curling iron, etc...) while masturbating? If so, what kind and did you enjoy it?

#9. Have you ever used any piece of furniture (i.e. bedpost, chair arm, table/desk corner, etc...) while masturbating? If so, what kind and did you enjoy it?

#10. Have you ever used any other object not listed here while masturbating? If so, what kind and did you enjoy it?

#11. What has been your most enjoyable or most memorable solo sexual experience?

#12. Would you like to see more pictures by me on this theme in the future?



Thanks in advance to anyone brave enough to respond to this survey.

 netherwulf

I'm bored. If you are, as well, then read on. If, by the end, you feel that this was a complete and utter waste of your time; then you are absolutely correct! Congratulations! You've earned yourself a cookie.

I've never posted one of these before so I figure why not start BIG?

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Pirated from the lovely  lucah

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1. How old will you be in five years?
A very immature 36.

2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today?
My mom, dad, and sister.

3. How tall are you?
5'11"

4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?
My birthday? No wait... not that.

5. What's the last movie you saw?
WALL-E (Laugh if you want. But I thought it was cute.)

6. Who was the last person you called?
My mom.

7. Who was the last person to call you?
My mom.

8. What was the last text message you received?
I don't own a cell phone. (Shocking, I know)

9. Who was the last person to leave you a voice mail?
I'm not sure. I don't think I ever figured out how to check my voice mail.

10. Do you prefer to call or text?
Call. In all but a few circumstances I feel that texting is retarded.

11. What were you doing at 12am last night?
Sniping people on Battlefield 2.

12. Are your parents married/divorced?
Married.

13. When did you last see your mom?
Approximately one hour ago.

14. What color are your eyes?
Gray/Blue.

15. What time did you wake up today?
Around 1:00 PM

16. What are you wearing right now?
Blue shorts.

17. What is your favorite Christmas song?
Carol of the Bells (performed by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra)

18. Where is your favorite place to be?
In the forest.

19. Where is your least favorite place to be?
In the city.

20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere?
New Zealand.

21. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?
Probably still working on this meme. Damn! How long is this thing?

22. Do you tan or burn?
Burn like a vampyre.

23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
Aliens. Not the short, gray kind. The Giger aliens from the Alien movies. *shivers*

24. What was the last thing that really made you laugh?
This

25. How many TVs do you have in your house?
One.

26. How big is your bed?
Single.

27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?
Desktop.

28. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
Without.

29. What color are your sheets?
Black.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
Four.

31. What is your favorite season?
Spring.

33. What do you like about winter?
The spooky look of the leafless trees on a cloudy evening; the crystal-clear view of the stars; and the sparkle of the morning frost on the ground.

34. What do you like about the summer?
Thunderstorms; Full, green forests; and it being warm enough to play in water and walk around naked.

35. What do you like about spring?
The smell of the forest in bloom and the mild temperatures - not too hot and and not too cold.

36. How many states/provinces have you lived in?
Two. Alabama and Florida. And I dislike them both.

37. What cities/towns have you lived in?
Pell City, Birmingham, Lakeland.

38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?
Bare feet.

39. Are you a social person?
I am once you get to know me. And if I like you. Otherwise, I'm quite reclusive.

40. What was the last thing you ate?
A banana.

41. What is your favorite restaurant?
I don't really like to eat out. Does Subway count?

42. What is your favorite ice cream?
As boring as it might sound, I have found that sometimes the simplest things in life are the best. I'm very partial to vanilla.

43. What is your favorite dessert?
Black cherry Jello.

44. What is your favorite kind of soup?
I dislike soup. But if I had to choose one I would have to say vegetable soup.

45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB & J sandwich?
I don't like jelly. But if I did, I would say blackberry.

46. Do you like Chinese food?
Generally, no.

47. Do you like coffee?
No.

48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?
Four to five.

49. What do you drink in the morning?
Ice tea.

51. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?
While going to sleep (or waking up) I tend to traverse the entire bed. But, inevitably, I seem to gravitate to the right side of my bed, as that is the side that rests against the wall and I like to sleep snuggled between the wall and the bed.

52. Do you know how to play poker?
I do. Although, I don't find it all that entertaining. Unless, of course, it's strip poker!

53. Do you like to cuddle?
I cannot say "YES" emphatically enough to accurately describe how much I love to cuddle!

54. Have you ever been to Canada?
No, but I think I want to.

55. Do you have an addictive personality?
No, I don't believe so.

56. Do you eat out or at home more often?
At home.

58. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?
I used to.

59. Do you want kids?
I'm not sure.

60. Do you speak any other languages?
Yes, two. Although, neither is technically a "real" language.

61. Have you ever gotten stitches?
Yes. I'm no stranger to injury.

62. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
Only in the front.

63. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?
As for swimming and frolicking in the water I prefer a pool. However, I adore the ocean and love to be either on a boat or being tossed around by the surf.

64. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?
Window.

65. Do you know how to drive stick?
That's all I drive! I don't like automatics. I like having more control over the vehicle.

66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?
I don't like spending money. If you spend it, then you won't have it; and then you're screwed!

67. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?
No. Jewelry cannot survive being on my person for very long.

68. What is your favorite TV show?
Stargate SG-1

69. Can you roll your tongue?
Yes. Why, is that actually useful for something?

70. Who is the funniest person you know?
My cousin, Shane.

71. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
No.

72. What is the main ring tone on your phone?
I no longer own a cell phone. But when I did, it was the Star Wars Imperial March.

73. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?
Yes. My family and I are huge pack-rats. We never throw away anything.

74. What red object is closest to you right now?
A red notebook on my desk.

75. Do you turn off the water while you brush your teeth?
Yes.

76. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
I try to close it, but it somehow always seems to find its way open again.

77. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees?
A big bear. Dealing with one big thing is always easier than dealing with a lot of little things. And I'm more maneuverable than a bear.

78. Do you flirt a lot?
I try to. But considering how largely unsuccessful my attempts have been, it's possible that women don't think so.

79. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?
I don't dip my chicken nuggets.

80. What is your favorite food?
Watermelon.

81. Can you change the oil on a car?
Yes. That reminds me, I need to do that.

82. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket?
Yes. Once.

83. Have you ever run out of gas?
No. Although, I've come close a couple of times.

84. What is your usual bedtime?
I have no usual bed time.

85. What was the last book you read?
I referenced some of my programming and physics books a little earlier. Does that count?

86. Do you read the newspaper?
I'll glance at the comics section from time to time.

87. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?
No.

89. Do you watch soap operas?
No. After Lucas slept with his best-friend's mother and his illegitimate son was abducted by time-traveling aliens and sold into slavery inside a Colombian drug cartel, I sort of lost interest.

90. Do you dance in the car?
No.

91. What radio station did you last listen to?
I don't recall. Do they still make those things?

92. Who is in the picture frame closest to you?
I only have two pictures hanging on my wall. One is of an F-16 Fighting Falcon; the other is of the International Space Station.

93. What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper?
A physics equation that I needed for something I was programming.

94. What is your favorite candle scent?
Uh... Paraffin?

95. What is your favorite board game?
Does D&D count?

97. When was the last time you attended church?
Many, many, many ages ago.

98. Who was your favorite teacher in high school?
I was home-schooled. So, I guess, my mom! :P

99. What is the longest you have ever camped out in a tent?
One week.

100. Who was the last person to do something extra special for you?
My mom. She did my laundry and cooked me supper.

Seriously, it is! Avoid it at all costs.

Yesterday, August 29th, my sister and I set out for the much anticipated Dragon*Con '08 in Atlanta, Georgia. A trip of approximately 125 miles, one way. Things were going well right up until I past the Georgia state line. At that very moment, the engine temperature of my car begin to climb. I stopped at the closest service station and put more water in the radiator, but by the time we reached the City of Atlanta, the temperature gauge was hovering over the red H. Although, that was but one of the many grave concerns facing us. The interstates of Atlanta are a nightmare of gnarly streets constantly splitting, converging, twisting, and flailing off in every direction. Indeed, a car on a Georgia interstate loops around more often than a calligraphy pen. We had a number of close calls on the trip there, with several cars and trucks nearly ramming into us from the rear, side, and front. And to round it all out, the directions given to reach our destination were entirely inaccurate. Fortunately, however, the hotels that housed this year's Dragon*Con are enormous and reach high into the Atlanta skyline, easily visible even to someone speeding haphazardly through a 2g turn with semi trucks baring down on them.
After exiting the interstate we began making our way through the city streets in a manner most closely resembling that of a rat in a maze. Finally reaching the convention, we find that the parking garages closest to the host hotels were sold out and so wound up parking 4 blocks away in a place that, although marked as public parking, appeared instead to be some sort of demolished structure. It was then, after getting out of the car, that the folly of our costume choice became apparent to us... As with other recent sci-fi/fantasy conventions, my sister and I have elected to dress in the uniforms of our favorite science-fiction television series, Stargate SG-1 --an olive-green military flight-suit with black tactical vest, accessorized with the standard issue MP5 and 9mm sidearm (both Airsoft, of course.) We had not even left the vicinity of the car when a man pulled up to us in a van and asked whom we worked for. After we explained that we were there for a nerd convention, he confessed that he had assumed us to be hired gunmen on our way to "off" someone. Apparently, he was in the market.
Although most passers by ignored the 7-foot tall Wookies, half-naked manga/anime chicks, and the assortment of Storm Troopers; we were subjected to a host of intense, sometimes almost furious, stares. Before reaching the hotel, we were informed by one such pedestrian that our uniforms closely resembled those of the local Police tactical drug enforcement unit, the Atlanta Red Dogs. It seems that the residents of Atlanta really like their drugs! Oddly enough, however, unlike other conventions that we have attended, where it was standard practice to have our weapons checked at the door by security, here we breezed past a number of Atlanta PD and hotel security without even a curious glance.
Upon reaching the hotel, we began the long, arduous task of registering for the event. Each Dragon*Con information desk that we went up to sent us somewhere else and we wound up circling the building nearly twice before locating the registration room in a area that appeared to be the basement. The process of actually getting registered took nearly 45 minutes and worked much like the DMV, only more disorganized. After getting our badges, my sister wanted to give her feet a rest for a few minutes and worry over the vulnerable, dilapidated location of my car urged me to go find it a better parking spot. I walked nearly 8 blocks in an unsuccessful attempt to locate where I had parked the car before returning to get my sister to help me find it. We did and thus began looking for a better place to park. There were a number of public parking lots relatively close to the convention, but all were unattended and yet still required patrons to pay $4.00-$6.00... all in change, no less. I don't know about most men, but I have no need to carry around a roll of quarters in my pocket, and therefore, I couldn't park there. Finally, I did managed to find a parking lot with an attendant, although it was more than 6 blocks away from the convention.
After getting back inside the hotel, all the stress and over exertion from walking for so long, under a blazing hot summer sun and wearing a heavy, full-body military flight-suit, finally caught up with me and I began to feel very ill. I will forgo the gory details of said heat-stroke and skip ahead to the point in which I realized how bad off I was and began seeking medical attention. I made my way to one of the convention information booths and requested the location on the convention's emergency medical personnel, but the ladies there were absolutely no help and just bewilderingly thumbed through their books and muttered a prolonged "Uhmmmm...." while I stood their struggling to remain conscious. Fortunately for me, a very kind and heroic fellow con-goer by the name of Jessi "JAC" Conlier, who had some medical training and at that moment happened to be on his way over to compliment me on my costume, quickly came to my aid and rounded up the EMTs. They weren't of as much help as I thought they were going to be -merely checking my vitals and then informing me that I was not going to die but was suffering from severe heat-exhaustion (which I was already painfully aware of.) My new friend stayed with me until I could get someplace cool and out of the way to rest and recuperate before we parted ways. But, more than an hour later, I was still feeling like shit. So my sister (who herself was suffering from the same condition, only to a lesser degree) and I decided to call it quits and head homeward -despite the fact that we had not gotten to enjoy even one minute of the convention and didn't get to see a single celebrity guest.
By the time we made it back to my car, we were both very ill --in every sense of the word. I tried desperately to make it back on to I-20 West-bound, but thanks to poorly labeled off-ramps and a couple of extremely rude and malicious drivers, we instead ended up on I-75 North-bound. Still, I probably could have found my way back onto the interstate I needed to be on had my car's earlier engine troubles not come back to haunt us. With the temperature gauge now well past the red H and steam beginning to pour out from under the hood, we pulled off on some strange, dark exit and attempted to fix the problem. But I was unable to get the radiator to hold water and was forced to undergo the greatest humiliation imaginable --calling our parents to come rescue us.
Sick and upset, my sister and I tried our best to get comfortable and wait the two hours it would take for our parents to reach us. An hour into that wait, on the western edge of the state, our parents had just crossed the accursed Georgia state line when their transmission started to give out. They were then forced to pull over and make repairs before continuing on Atlanta to find us. Ultimately, we were unable to fix my car that night and had to leave it behind. Me and my father had to get up this morning and make the long trip back to Atlanta to retrieve it. A task that took all day to complete. And thus ended the shittiest day I've had in a long time.

But, I've learned my lesson! Georgia will henceforth be avoided like the plague! I hate that I didn't get to experience Dragon*Con. I'm sure it would have been great fun, had fate not conspired against us on that day.

You know that new 15 inch LCD monitor that I bought a few months back to replace my old 20 inch CRT? Yeah, well it decided that it didn't want to function anymore and stopped doing so yesterday. So... once again I'm without a computer. I don't understand why everything on my computer is inexplicably failing all of a sudden, but it's really starting to piss me off - not to mention put a strain on my wallet! I'm going tomorrow to buy another new monitor. *growl*

If it's not one thing, it's a whole lot of things. After struggling through monitor and scanner problems, I'm now faced with a broken pen tablet. My leg caught the USB cable as I was getting up from my desk, ripped it from the computer, and flung the tablet across the room. It was a spectacular as it was heart wrenching. Now, when I plug it in, the computer pops up a warning that it has caused a power surge in the USB port. Unfortunately, tablets have only increased in price since I bought my last one, so now I must save up several hundred dollars if I hope to get one that is even halfway decent. That may take me awhile.

In the mean time, I've been borrowing my sister's pen tablet (which is identical to my last one.) But, as we both have use for it, it is getting swapped back and forth quite a bit --which it's very inconvenient for the both of us. As a result of all this, the portfolio that I'm working on for The Jab Archives has been seriously delayed. Of the 12 planned pictures features in it, only 8 are thus far completed. Although, I may finish another one tonight.

At this rate, I fear that it's only a matter of time before I'm writing about a complete hard-drive failure or exploding motherboard. :S

As a few of you may have noticed, I haven't posted anything in well over a month. This has lead some to speculate that I've lost interest in drawing furry art, that I've been killed in some horrible lab accident, or that I've been abducted by aliens and sold into an interplanetary sex-slave ring. But these people are idiots. There is actually a number of legitimate reasons why I haven't posted.

Reason #1: I'm lazy.
Reason #2: I've fallen into a creative slump and I can't get up.
Reason #3: I've been busy with other projects.
And finally, the clincher...
Reason #4: My scanner broke!!! I'm not sure why. It was working one day and then not working the next. It acts like it isn't getting power to it, but I've checked all the plugs and cables and they seem fine. I even tried hooking my voltage meter to the power cable to see if it was getting any juice through it, but the voltage meter didn't react --which creates something of a conundrum. It either means that (a. the cable/power adapter is broke; (b. my voltage meter is broke; or (c. they are both broke (which, sadly, isn't as unlikely as it sounds.)

I suppose I could go into the adjoining room and use the scanner in there, but that be in stark contradiction to Reason #1. So, any new posts will have to wait until I get all these technical difficulties straighten out. Bummer, huh?