So after seven years of waiting... I've been living in this house with my boyfriend Chay for two weeks, now! Things are going great, and I don't think either one of us could be happier. We've got some nice things, we're settled in, and taking on the challenges of everyday life one day at a time. Just to have him around improves my mood. I'm practically glowing anymore. n_n I hope we'll both live a long time and enjoy each others' love for years to come. <3

Since it's been a while since I specified, and I'm getting a few inquiries lately...

Requests
You can always make 'em! You could barrage my notebox with requests every single day and I wouldn't mind. However, there are a few caveats to this-

1. I reserve the right to pick and choose which ones I'll draw. Sounds kind of elitist, doesn't it? It's just because I could try to please everybody all day and I'd fail 90% of the time. So this rule just puts less stress on me and less expectation on you. Keep in mind this also means, due to volume, I probably won't draw the majority of requests I receive. Sorry, human limitation.

2. I ask that you please try and think of at least some context for the picture outside "here is my character" or "insert sexual action here." I know my art can be pretty cookie-cutter at times, but it's because the comedic or social situation behind it is interesting to me. There are a million artists who can draw characters in random poses or having sex for no reason at all... I'm just not one of them. =P

3. If you haven't known me for a while, or I've never heard of them, please explain your character to me in detail. That doesn't mean to tell me how many cocks or wings or weapons they have; that means let me know about their personality! What's their story? Their motivation? What makes them tick? Are they a trickster or a gentleman or a bondage mistress? What kinds of people do they get along with? Do they have any quirks? And most of all, if you're requesting a picture with one of my characters and yours, what brought them together?

Trades
I don't usually do these. Why? Because I crack with the pressure. It really really really bothers me to know I owe someone else something, and every passing day I don't get it done gnaws on my very lovecraftian sanity. Please don't put me through this. xD

Commissions
All the anxiety of a trade, and none of the inspiration! Never again. Sorry.

And I do occasionally do gift art, I'm just usually drowning in half-completed pictures. xD If only you guys could see the graveyard that is my art folder.

What is the name of your fursona?
Norithics "Nori" Kusemurai.

Where did the name of your Fursona come from?
I have an old Iron Maiden shirt I was looking at through the mirror, and saw the word 'Nori.' The rest, I just sort of pulled out of my magic bag of tricks. I figured Norithics sounded like some kind of math.

What species is your fursona and why did you choose that species?
Anthropomorphic raccoon. 'Coons have always been my favorite animal for their resourcefulness, reputation for mischief and relative lack of fear when it comes to all the other species of the world. Also, I think their fur patterns are really pretty and probably always will. As for why that applies to me? Well, I could pull any number of reasons out of my pocket, but talk to me in person for a while and I think you'll understand.

What color is your fursona and why? Hair/fur/eyes/etc
Everything about him is grey. He's what  grayscalerain called a 'Nega-Coon.' Instead of a primarily light coat with black rings, mask and extremeties, he's got a primarily dark one with the opposite everywhere. His hair is that same shade of light grey, and the only real color on him outside of clothing is his eyes, which are a kind of intense orange. Like Dukes of Hazzard orange.

What is your fursona's personality and how does this compare to your irl personality?
He's my fuzzy buttpuppet. I make his mouf-a move.

What is one item your fursona owns that is significant to you irl?
The tube shorts. Though I'm hoping to find a printing place that'll put on designs so I can finally have a real FOOMP! shirt. :D

What is one thing you think you would say to your fursona if you could meet?
"Go rape our boyfriend, I'll take pictures; he'll love it."

What is one thing your fursona would say to you if you could meet?
"I have to wash and condition my entire body every day, and you can't even manage not to make your head look like Scott Stapp stepped out of a garbage dump?"

How has your fursona changed over the years?
Well. He used to be a human, then a female ringtail. But I consider them seperate characters that I temporarily used as my own. Hilariously, most everybody thinks Mashato is my avatar.

How long have you had this fursona?
Since August 7, 2006.

Would you like to be more like your fursona?
Occasionally I think it'd be cool, but it'd probably get old fast. Other than the furry thing, he's pretty much just like me; skinny, average height, maniacal intent... I do aspire to have that length hair, but that's just a matter of time.

Ok now tag three other people you would like to learn about!
Like everyone and their momma's face's house wasn't on the news.

I quit soda about a month ago. I was doing really well. And I still am, I've been desugared and decaffienated for the entirety of it.

But today I spent fifteen minutes in a Circle K staring at a litre of grape soda, having an epic battle of thoughts, each side warring for that sparkling purple liquid.

God. I had no idea how much I was addicted to this stuff. That poor confused cashier. xD

Yep, that's right, I'll be 21 tomorrow. My birthday's always fallen on Veteran's Day, which is sort of ironic, I suppose, both considering the military's attitude toward people of my persuasion, and the fact that my father's side of the family descends from a Civil War deserter.

The age I'm turning doesn't mean anything to me, as I don't drink (can't stand anything but straight Jack to begin with, bizarrely) and my mom's work as a blackjack dealer for 15+ years has taught me that gambling is a waste of time; you might as well just give the money to them. All the same, it feels like a time for reflection on my life, and as I sit here, I contemplate all the things I used to think about myself:

-That I wanted to be an inventor. My father was an inventor himself; he made the first insulated electric cable that was not subject to 'tugging' wear. I wonder if we still have the copyrights on that. If we do, then you can thank us for every pair of headphones that's stopped working because the cord got yanked. xD But that aside, he was a brilliant man before he died of a heroin overdose; I was about five at the time. I wanted to follow in his footsteps, somehow, and I admit I've had many very interesting ideas... but frankly, it doesn't pay well unless you get lucky. He was a repairman in the meantime, and taught my older half brother a lot. Which brings me to...

-That I wanted to be a computer geek. My brother, known as Mr. Mojo, cracked the security of Windows NT (I believe he was the first, but don't quote me on that) and became somewhat popular for it. I kind of looked up to him at the time, so I took up programming and actually got well enough into it. Was very interesting and learned quite a few things. But... it was too dry, and just not for me.

-That I wanted to be an animator/comic artist. Disenchanted with the gruelling world science, I turned to art about seven years ago. Previously I had never drawn so much as a stick figure, but soon I figured out that art can be a process. I set out to observe and absorb everything I could, learning to draw with the logical side of my mind. I'm no master, but I'd say it turned out pretty well so far. All the same, I began to see that a career in art would not contain any kind of joy on my part. I very rarely liked drawing what others wanted me to. I hated deadlines. And animation, while fun, is a labor of love. No, that wasn't for me.

-That I wanted to be in a band. I've been playing guitar for almost ten years now, but even my small stint in a punk band called '900 lb. Gorilla' taught me that being in a band is ridiculous. I could never put up with those kinds of demands. Much better to just find other musicians and jam.

-That I was insane. Schizophrenia, since emerging significantly at about age 12, scared me in ways I'd never thought a person could be. Truth be told, I only talk about the gore and images because that's the only thing anyone could possibly relate to. The real madness comes from dwelling on how I felt at that time. Everything becomes multiplied in and upon itself, layers and layers peeled away, visible for the first time. A complete loss of self occurs and suddenly there is no more room for perception; I just... see everything perfectly clear. Don't even try to imagine it, because your imagination simply can't do it justice. All the same, I learned after a while that this wasn't my fault. I'm not some harbinger of evil because I have things inside my mind brought forth before me. I'm not insane because I can't handle the things that cause people to go that way. On the contrary, I am strong because I have and can weather this. All the Lovecraftian creations in the fictional world couldn't drive me any further than I've already survived, and that's... empowering in a large way.

-That I was straight. I've always had an anatomical fascination with women, and probably always will. But unfortunately, as I learned the hard way, that just doesn't translate into the ability to love or lust for them. Poor girl took it hard.

-That I was MtF transsexual. I went through a man-hating period, I'll be honest. And I'm still very much a supporter of equalism; the things society has, will and still does to women AND men based solely on their gender roles is reprehensible, and I couldn't reconcile that in this arrogantly proud age of progression. I guess it was through this that I began to sympathize so heavily with the female condition that I took it upon myself. And... to be honest, I did enjoy it. It gave me a look into how perception of you changes when you answer to 'miz.' I gained a number of MtF friends as well, and I still think they're beautiful, wonderful ladies. All the same, and somewhat heartbreakingly, I realized after a while that my thoughts on this were mistaken. I am male... but the thing that interested me was what I learned. I think every man should walk in a woman's shoes, and not just the crossdressers. =P And vice versa! Honestly, girls really need to realize their own shortfalls and not always blame guys. Especially not guys in general; we're our own Oedipal victims.

-That love couldn't really exist. I have one man to thank for that, and I thank him through my words and actions every day. Nearly seven years of loving him have taught me that relationships are... an enhancement of self through another. A selfless giving and taking. Love is the bridge to truth. But like any bridge, you have to build it, keep it maintained, and most importantly, meet in the middle. That is some hard work. And well-worth it, I might add. =)

-That I was an atheist. I'm not. I have my own religion, and I call it 'the human experience.' God, to me, is not a being or an object or what have you; it's a book mark, a label for things I don't understand. If something happens that science can't explain to me, it's magic. If something happens in a way that seems too coincidental to be chance, I call it fate. And what about when these things have explanations? Well, I don't need the marker any more, do I? And the fun thing is, it's just as valid a religion as anyone's and doesn't include or disclude people for arbitrary reasons. :]

-That my fancharacters are an ego stroke. Never! I've always had fancharacters; if I like any kind of series, I WILL make one for it. It's not that I think I'm better than the writer or artist or what have you, but rather that the character in question challenges concepts and causes reactions that otherwise would've gone unseen or undone. A human among furries, a warrior among artisans, an antiquated person among the modern, a giant among mice... It's a social experiment in my own mind, not a meddling into others' affairs.

It's funny. My life story seems so sad in places, yet I'm so much happier than nearly the rest of the world.

Man, seriously, I hate driving through town. The air is SO bad in Phoenix, I am for realsies. I drove into town three days ago and STILL everything tastes like I sucked on a muffler like my life depended on it. No wonder the gub'mint is threatening to take away our funds for that shit.

Painting backgrounds is easier than I thought, and profitable to the increase in the quality of my work! Did me well in an icon of a book I painted for my boyfriend Chay, and for that last pic of Brightheart I uploaded.

Plus, dang, I got a good response on that for the story behind it. I had it on the backburners due to the 'probably obscure and silly as hell' factor, but in light of this, I think I'll have to devote more effort to it!

I got a new distortion pedal for my guitar. Digitech Metal Master; best thing Digitech ever did, not that that's saying a whole lot. All the same, Gutter Ball is sounding pretty good through it. Also, installed some new EMG pickups in her, and burnt myself with a soldering iron, twice. Barbecued flesh isn't a smell you forget quickly.

As always, thanks for the comments and favorites and stuff. And if I skipped over a piece you wanted an opinion on, link me to it; I'll be happy to make up for lost brain matter. Until later!

Through time, I've learned to look past what people say, and get at what they really mean. It's never as pretty. ;) *

What body part do you find most attractive on women?

Answer: Big jugs!
Translation: Big girls! But 'big jugs' isn't as negative.

Answer: Big jugs! But no fat chicks.
Translation: I don't know very much about women.

Answer: Small breasts.
Translation: I like to catch the ones those other guys rejected off the rebound.

Answer: A big, healthy butt.
Translation: I am also mesmerized by jell-o and shiny objects.

Answer: A nice set of legs.
Translation: I'm perverted, but classy.

Answer: Her smile.
Translation: I don't want to seem like a jerk.

Answer: Her eyes.
Translation: I don't want to seem like a jerk, but I'm not as creative as that other guy.

Answer: Her feet.
Translation: And my desire to suck on them like a lamprey. I have a fetish.

Answer: Her hair.
Translation: I'm either really old-fashioned or a furry.



*Surgeon General's Warning: Refusal to recognize satire is hazardous to your health!

There's a brand of gum called 'juicy fruit.' Exactly what is this fruit, and where can I find it?

What does the Moviephone guy do when he wants to know what's playing?

The ten commandments surprised me. I didn't even know there were Billy Idol impersonators back then.

If someone formed a guitar made of pure electricity, what would they call it?

For as famous as that saying "don't drink the red kool-aid" is, it's a pain in the ass to find any other flavor in a store.

I don't take offense to the phrase "couldn't find your way out of a paper bag." If I'm in the condition to fit in one, suffice to say there are much worse problems at hand.

The "no parking on this side" signs intimidate me. This side of what? The sidewalk? The street? Town? Is the sign trying to say that there isn't enough room in this town for me AND it, possibly followed by a tense silence and a gunfight?

I took a picture of KISS's lead guitarist to a poker tournament and placed him in my sleeve in plain sight, yet was still allowed to play, much to my surprise.

Does Atlantis have a Department of Homeland Security?

I've never called a plumber in my life. I thought they used wrenches and stuff, but according to Shigeru Miyamoto, all they do is stomp on thuggish Italians and soldiers.

It would be ironic if 50 Cent couldn't package birthday presents correctly.

I wish I had a network of video recording devices that captured nothing but people who are uncomfortable. I'd call them Insecurity Cameras.

Would it be too lenient to administer corporal punishment to a general?

If Mashato got dressed up for a formal event, would it then become a tanuki suit?

Things I said:
- There's needless fear about being 'caught furry.'
- There's too much pandering to morons who have nothing productive to say.
- The furries who already identify as such are shying back from it.

Things I did not say:
- Everyone is a furry.
- Being here means being a furry.
- I'm labeling you.
- You should announce to the whole world that you're part of this thing.

Four things I didn't say, as opposed three things I said. Try not to add so many unnecessary implications to my posts, eh friends? I know I can seem like a totalitarian, but it ain't so. =P

We bend over backward to help people make fun of us.

This isn't about fursuits or ponyplay or any other number of different things like that; it's actually about the fact that noone wants to call themselves a 'furry' anymore.

I'm a furry. I'm a furry in the same way that I might be a Star Wars geek and a Trekkie and any number of different things. Do all Trekkies get married in Klingon garb? No. And what do they do to counter this? "Yeah, I'm a Trekkie, but I'm really only in it for the action figures/show/comics/etc."

What do we do? "Oh! No, I'm not a furry." A last ditch effort to remain above the rest of the group, disassociating yourself with other 'less desirable' members of the fandom.

"I'm not a furry, I'm just in it to make a quick buck." Hours and hours admiring art and otherwise participating say otherwise.
"I'm not a furry, I only have a few core fetishes." What?
"I'm not a furry, I don't even like porn!" Who said you did?

Who said you did, indeed? Jerks who don't like us, that's who. Goons with the IQ of a paperclip and absolutely no comedic creativity passed that all furries do all of these things and deserve instant judgement. But instead of contesting that, a great deal of us are just saying that this is okay. It's all right for asshats who don't like us to define our language, because they deserve some... sort of respect for their ability to be completely arrogant?

The irony? It gains us nothing. In the end, even someone who doesn't identify as a 'furry' will be identified us as such, nomatter what we think. Thus cementing the idea that they simply are not worth the time.

Why do I always have to be the one to say it?

Inspired by  darkboss's journal.

You know, I've been looking at the trolls, the 4chan type of posters for a long time. Always having fun at someone else's expense, which in itself isn't always that bad. But while I've tried, I just can't seem to get into it, and there's a reason why. It goes back to elementary school, high school and the like. There were kids that would go around making fun of other kids, getting them riled up, and laughing at their 'stupidity' or just the fact that they were human and react socially. They were the cool kids, and I never was one of them. They didn't need a rhyme or reason to do what they did, just the unspoken group mentality that as long as they were having fun, it was okay, nomatter what happened to anyone else.

I had very little trouble with these kids. Rumors that I was homicidally disturbed would keep nice kids from ever becoming my friend, but had the positive effect of keeping these other types of kids away as well. Good as it was to be free of any potential torment, I watched their antics from aside. It always seemed Darwinian in the cruelest of ways- anyone caught with emotions or mistaken ideas, uncool clothes or a strange face would be ostracized instantly, much to their dismay and the cool kids' joy. I never did anything because, well, I was no fighter, and should I have been, confirming rumors about onesself is not a good practice.

All the same, I had thought as I left school that surely these kids would grow up and grow bored of their mean tricks. No such luck, I find, as they are alive, well, and still uncaring.

It must be a wonderful life to care that little.

Why does reciting one's social security number make people feel socially insecure?

I listen to Scandinavian heavy metal, but do not understand the lyrics. I suppose this makes me the musical equivalent of an anime dork, and it is my greatest hope that upon meeting a band like Finntroll, they would proceed to beat me with their viking helmets while yelling loudly. But enough of my sexual fantasies.

My car (which a co-worker whom I give rides home to has correctly nicknamed "The Chariot of Filth" ) physically repels car theft within a three car radius by pure lack of appeal.

Coincidentally, it is my belief that washing windshields is for chumps and quitters, in that order.

Sometimes those below me complain about my method of management. I then ask them what they would do in my place, usually being met with complete silence.
I eventually relent and take the buttplugs out. Whiners.

I was once asked the meaning of life, which prompted my opening of a dictionary. I had previously never been called an "assclown." It was an eye-opening day for both of us.

I don't think of pornography as acting. Not because I'm prude, but because that's the worst acting I've ever seen. How can you fail to convey that sex is generally a good time?

By a show of hands, who here is an amputee?

'Clipboard' is a very efficient summary of the item's function and contents. More items should follow its example.

I like how Alan Greenspan is retired, but even by whispering the word "recession," he can make investors part like the red sea. I wish I had that kind of potentially dangerous but generally inconsequential power.

Being gay means never having to say you're sorry for drawing huge boobs. It's kind of like my own little tree fort from womankind.
A tree fort comprised of feather boas and buttsex.

Considering the phonetics of it, "CDs" are very self-promoting.

I know they're good at fitting in those little cars, but assclowns just seem like a grave mistake.

George Bush is more hostile toward alternative energy sources than Don Quixote.

My mother swears by her doctor. He's a good man, that Dr. Ugs.

I was first demonstrated the physical properties of sex using a hot dog and a donut as props. Discoveries later in life led to a lot of anguish and broken hotdogs.

If there's ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag, what the hell is that bag made of?

In the server I play Half-Life 2: Deathmatch on, some hurt feelings led to it being against the rules to spawnkill. Despite the change, Mr. McFarlane never did come back.

I shave with a straight edge razor. I realize the irony daily.

Why is it called a tophat? I fear to learn that there was ever any other place for them.

Why is felt such an insensitive material to wear?

I wish I could be a geologist; I would always have an excuse to study cleavage.

I want to release a board game all about unimportant furry facts. I'd call it Trivial Fursuit.

I think, somewhere, there is an evil parallel dimension version of Tamar the Ebony Leopard, and he produces a comic called Breeders.

Do cholos do everything elbows up, side to side? Elevator rides must be a bitch.

I used to think 'hard candy' was a poor man's viagra.

I've had a Snickers. Big disappointment; not even a chortle.

In Spanish soap operas, I have determined how to follow the plot without knowing the language: Evil women will never cry, good women will cry constantly without provocation, and the evil woman has hired a hitman to kill the lawyer in the chicken suit. I'm not kidding.

I often partake of gumballs. They're delicious; I wonder how the rest of them tastes.

I once met a MtF in a relationship with a FtM. Either that, or they really liked my confused chimp face.

Garlic and Onion macadamia nuts: tasty treat, and antisocialite's wet dream.

I'm no chemist, and as a result, lathering up with glycerine soap makes me nervous.

A friend of mine wants to be a prophetic luchador named El Paco Lips.

There's some weird invisible trust bubble associated with being gay. Has noone tried to take the quite obvious advantage of this? I would be surprised.

My mom once made macaroni and cheese that defied physics and chemistry. Cheese became magnetic and stuck to the fork in ball form, while you balanced bald noodles on top of said cheeseball. I learned to cook at an early age.

If I had a dime for every time someone asked me the question, "What? You're gay, really??" I would use them to buy a shirt that says:
8====D ( ( )
YA RLY

I walked into a convenience store where the cashier asked a guy who'd handed her his card, "Credit or Debit?" to which he replied, "Whatever." to which I replied, "I wish my bank would give me a whatever card! That sounds just right for all my frivolous apathetic expenses!"

It is indeed hard to rock a rhyme.

If I had an unnatural despise for Windows Media applications, would that make me a player hater?

When a cop pulls you over and asks you if you know what they pulled you over for, do you get a discount on the ticket for helping them figure it out?

I watched Koyaanisquatsi. I was disappointed not to see Mr. Reeves anywhere in it. On the plus side, this gave the film much more personality.

I hope to one day render the entire world as hermaphrodites, simply to watch hours of fire-and-brimstone televangelists backpedaling furiously.

If I could be a superhero, I'd want the power of uncomfortable, akward silences.

What llama's ass does Winamp whip every time it comes out with a new version? Is there a possible PETA lawsuit in this?

Why is a shortstack of pancakes two, while a full stack is three? Is that the maximum number of cakes the plate can hold? If I wanted four, would they be forced to serve the last one on a seperate plate? Would they have to call it a "full and then another one stack"?

It's always bothered me that some food store items say "30% more!" on them, yet have the same package. Should I assume that they've simply been cheating me for the past several years and are now patting themselves on the back for finally getting the crack down put on them?

"Bite-sized" candy bars bother me. Every candy bar I've ever eaten has been small enough to bite, otherwise it would be called a cake. And bite-sized bars are so small, that you don't actually have to ever bite them.

It would be ironic if gouda was the supervillain of the cheese world.

When fairies lose all their magic, do they become disenchanted?

The local sex shop sells glow-in-the-dark condoms. That has to be the scariest game of flashlight tag possible.

Dozens of people now have requested prints of my animations before. I don't think paper moves yet, and I question the novelty of a stack of high-quality prints of low-quality drawings.

Translucent brazzieres make breasts look angry.

I wasn't sure what would happen when an unstoppable force hit an immovable object, but I found out thanks to Sony's game console department.

Do Hawaiian flowers wear necklaces made of human heads?

I would like to see a gay rapper get really popular and have other rappers on his tracks. I imagine he would exhort himself talking about what features he finds exciting on men, and his particular guests on the track would go on about how they didn't, but that was cool because they didn't judge and they had some gay friends, no really, they did.

How unjust is it that nomatter how much RAM you have, you cannot batter down in-game doors?

It's not gossip if you say it to their face.

If it's currently green, is it still a stoplight?

I want to call every broadcasting journalist and ask them if they're still together with Huey Lewis.

People often ask me if I'm the pitcher or the catcher. I reply that I'm the umpire. Then the police get involved.

 rabid is a stylish artist with a taste for the big and a great way of showing it. He's also a pleasure to commission, I came to find out, as I got this from him: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/656453/

So try and get a commission from him if you can! It's well worth it. And if not, just peruse his work, he's got good stuff. :]

Seems like this place is an adboard for other stuff noawadays, but I can't help it if my life is boring. *fistshake*

Hmm. Y'know what would be cool right now? A reminder from everyone whom I owe a trade or otherwise to. I'm just a leeeetle forgetful, y'know. And as you've gathered, slow as molasses. n.n;

Okay, sorry for the spammage, but this is funny. -> http://www.furaffinity.net/view/649565/

You know, upon reviewing the new FA submission policy, I've gotta say.. I'm completely disappointed.

Not even one of my submissions breaches it! Here I am expecting the second coming of the SheezyArt Crackdown of '04, and all I get are some pitiful guidelines on pictures of myself below the belt and half-hearted fingerwags about copyrights. It's getting so one can't be a proper villain anymore! While I continue to prod and bend and skirt the rules on DeviantArt, here at FA I'm... I'm...

... Vanilla. =(

Here's a question I was thinking of today: Which is worse to you, in an art trade? A quickly-forthcoming drawing that took mediocre effort on the part of the other artist, or a very well-done drawing that took them a long time to come up with?

Because I can tell you what you'll get with me, and it ain't Jiffy Lube. xD

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/581511/

I'm... I'm sorry, but when you actually put it that way, I'm legally compelled to spread it around. Come ON!

Am I the only one who is watching people and having like half of said people's submissions not show up in my watchlist? : |

Seriously, come on. Nice guys finish last? Hardly. And I'm not gonna do the old "that's not true because look at me" crap, because that's irrelevant.

If you're a nice guy, and you think you finish last, I want you to think about the last time you 'lost.' Remember that situation clearly, and tell me with a straight face there was nothing you could have done. Tell me with conviction you were not in any way at fault for things ending the way they did. Did you not listen? Were there personal problems you just wouldn't or couldn't get over? It's tough to have them, but think also how tough it is to be with someone who has those problems, and have no control over their betterment. What about initiative? Did you just not say anything and somehow hope that things would magically be okay?

And if you can finally say that there was nothing you could've done, then why in the world did you want to be a part of that anyway?? Someone who would take an asshole for a partner either has extremely poor judgement (which never ever only translates to one part of life), is a damage case (don't put your dick in crazy unless you're ready to handle that), or is an asshole themselves, thus making a perfect pair of assholes.

It's deceptively simple. Now, I'm not saying it doesn't suck; it always does, and don't be afraid to feel bad about that (and, y'know, explore the foreign concept of talking about it in a healthy social outlet), but don't misplace the sources of your problems; that's just hate fuel. And as well, if you can't solve problems involving the meeting and courting of someone, how are you going to deal with the more serious issues down the road in that relationship? The problem with guys is that we're short term thinkers. We imagine the importance of the hunt, and that's about it. Think about what you'd do with her when you got her more than how to actually get her; it tends to lay some solid groundwork that will get you there quicker.

I'm a slave to self-centered memes! Don't get all emo drama on me, or I'll drop it like it's hot.

1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
2. Am I lovable?
3. How long have you known me?
4. When and how did we first meet?
5. What was your first impression?
6. Do you still think that way about me now?
7. What do you think my weakness is?
8. Do you think I'll get married?
9. What makes me happy?
10. What makes me sad?
11. What reminds you of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do you know me?
14. When's the last time you saw me?
15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
16. Do you think I could kill someone?
17. Describe me in one word.
18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?
19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?
20. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

And for a more art-centered one... once I'm done with my trades and stuff, what would you guys like to see? Try to think outside of your usual fetishes if you can.

So the hits thing is just a glitch. That's a relief; I was starting to think that this whole 'watching Nori' thing was getting outta hand.

... Although, my watched list is getting awfully high. I wonder if it's possible to reach 1000? Hunh. Well, if that happens, I'll definitely do something for it.

... On that note, does anyone know where I could either learn or find some chunks of code to paste for programming in Flash? I can draw the animations, I just need the functions to have somebody click on something and it activates a certain sequence. Any takers? Anyway, have a good one! I gotta get to work.

So I've been kinda quiet until recently. Cartoon inspiration had been evading me for a little while, and I think I just needed to get out and enjoy the stuff I used to. I recently purchased a PSP, and while I just can't wait for Castlevania: Rondo of Blood, I got Ultimate Ghosts 'n Goblins and Valkyrie Profile: Lenneth to tide me over.
Let me tell you something.
Ultimate Ghosts 'n Goblins is a reminder to me of how much better gamers my generation were than this current batch of kids. Nintendo games used to be quasi-broken with difficulty, but now everything's all 3D and brought to you on a silver bust of Liberache. I just beat a level (a level. One level. UNA ETAPA), and am celebrating joyously. Why? Because it was retarded-hard. That's why. Fun stuff.
Let me tell you something else.
I'm ultra-retarded in Valkyrie Profile. It took me four days to figure out to press the start button and get to the next plot point, to say nothing of sending people to Asgard and updating their stats 'n crap. I enjoy Arngrim for the fact that he's a ridiculous Dirk Meatpunch dumbass of a dark berserker, but why can he have stats changed if he can't get to Asgard anyway? Bitches. GIANT SWORD UP YOUR ASS. You know what, they deserve to lose, if they'll take spoiled princesses but not giant hulking death machines to fight their wars for them.

On a more serious note, the other reason I haven't been active is because I've had psychotic relapses. I thought this was behind me, but I should've expected they'd come back. They're a part of my life forever, and I'm not sure why I childishly believe that they'll just go away. Enh. But it doesn't matter. I've been doing well against them when they've come my way, and my boyfriend's been really supportive. So it's not terrible. Don't worry.

Here's something else I've been thinking about. And this may seem like a huge calling out, but it's just honesty. Why do people post vague allusions to problems, but then back out in silence? This isn't a question, I'll tell you why: Because they want attention. Come on, let's not be bitches about it, everyone wants attention when things suck. They do. You do, I do, it's human. And it's not a negative thing! I mean, if you absolutely want people to give you some sympathy, by god, post your woes! Odds are, there'll be random souls that feel your pain. But don't post part of your problem in a frustrating enigma, then back out! If it's truly something you can't talk about, don't. Saying, "Why does life have to suck ;.;" is not an update for the inquisitive, it's a huge emotional hang on people that actually care and want to be helpful. You can't receive sympathy without the vulnerability of honesty, you just can't. So own up to your problems and vent, or keep it completely to yourself. To do otherwise is careless and meaninglessly cruel.

Amidst all that serious chatter, here's something you may or may not have seen, that I laughed for a good solid ten minutes at like some sort of crazy hobo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zf1dHcv9DnM&mode=related&search=

What, you thought I would do an April Fool's?
Puta, por favor.

You know what generally pisses me off, as I get older? I cannot articulate correctly. I'll say really complicated sentences, but they don't properly convey what I'm wanting to communicate. Thus, the labor of my life is to be completely misunderstood in half of what I say, which always feels to me like someone just took the most obscure, offensive part of anything I just said and made it the subject. So while I have occasional moments of shining, usually it's just a convoluted mass of talk.

Frustrating to no end. And the worst part is, it usually happens in the worst ways, starting really, really stupid arguments. Man.

So if you take offense to something I say because I apparently am saying something mean, don't get mad. When I'm really mean, it's extremely obvious, not to mention exceedingly rare.

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A really good read: http://furaffinity.net/user/chayfox/
Deviantart: http://norithics.deviantart.com/ and http://nori-mature.deviantart.com/

Epiphane is a gift all in itself. That crucial moment you have after so much anguish and confusion, it's a relief unrivaled in many ways.

I had one recently. You see, I've always tried to make sure that my artwork has at least a little variety in it. I've constantly feared that by giving similar subject matter to most of my pictures, I'd become a one-trick pony, enjoyable like a porn mag, but useless as an artist. I've received praise and criticism alike, but somehow my anxiety about this has never abated.

Then I realized why. It's not people that are the problem. It's not my artwork that's the problem. It's not a picture, two pictures, or my entire gallery that's bothering me.

It's me that's bothering me!

In all this time, worrying about what to make next and if it was truly original enough or if it was good enough for everyone else- stupid crap! Just more obstacles between me and the next drawing! I don't mind being a one-trick pony; after all, if one day I'm just magically unpopular all over again, who gives a crap? I started out doing this stuff for myself and somehow let it turn into this giant expectation monster. What a bunch of shit. Well, forget that.

And on another note, I'm done feeling guilty about pictures I owe people. No offense, you're important to me, but worrying about it's only going to prolong the time between this drawing and the next. Not that I ever got rushed by anyone thus far, so I dunno why I'd even mention it. I create (I'm not gonna say fantastic, it's a little above average) art in the way that I do because... it just comes to me. I don't get a signal from Commissioner Gordon and bam, art. That's ridiculous.

I feel like an idiot for even thinking it did work that way.

Ridiculous!

A really good read: http://furaffinity.net/user/chayfox/
Deviantart: http://norithics.deviantart.com/ and http://nori-mature.deviantart.com/