will completely overhaul and update this as soon as possible, including updating some truly laughably outdated information.

For anybody who is still watching this criminally neglected page, I will be updating in the near future. Six years is about six years too long a gap. I stayed away because of much of the old controversies, but have been quietly peeping around here and there, all along. I am still alive, Much of my life has changed though much has remained the same,

(No, i don't still use Windows XP!)

In the meantime, I am active here:

https://www.ebay.com/usr/paul_j_doyle

https://www.facebook.com/paul.j.doyle

https://www.facebook.com/groups/telkarchronicles/

https://paulydragon.wordpress.com/ ---also criminally neglected

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IW5X.....p;feature=plcp

(feel free to watch my Youtube page, if you'd like. Most often I will return the favor, but not always.)

This is it. Nothing special, just me talking into the webcam. At some point I'll get more pictures, etc up. I'd just gotten home from work when I did this . . . if you're on Facebook you'll know I typically wear blue jeans and dragon T-shirts when I'm not at work.

My Facebook, by the way . . .

http://www.facebook.com/paul.j.doyle

Open-viewing page regarding my novel stuff, etc . . . http://www.facebook.com/groups/telkarchronicles/

I'll try to update here ASAP. I have been very busy writing my second novel (and not doing much artwork), as of late. For anybody reading this who actually cares, sorry . . .

Chapter Six (furthering the subplot of the renegade dragon who's a pawn for greater evil) is done, 16000+ words later. Not everyone cares about this stuff, so . . . what do you think about Valentines Day, and has time changed your perception? I'm curious to know what you think, so here's my opinion (getting it out of he way):



I used to hate Valentines Day with a passion, back when I was in college and had no girlfriend. (Meanwhile there'd be lots of moans and squeaking coming from dorm rooms above and below me). It seemed to me like Valentines was more of an exc...use for Hallmark to sell cards and chocolates and shit, than it was an actual holiday to be cherished. And then there were all of those unintentionally hilarious collegiate conspiracy theories spawned by radical feminists about gender subordination, “V-day,” evil men this and evil men that, capitalist freaks, up with Joe Stalin, etc etc etc.

Since I got married, I use Valentines as an excuse to do what should be happening among loving couples (regardless of gender) 24-7-365. Otherwise, I couldn't care less about the "holiday,” which I still believe to be a fabrication meant for Hallmark, florists and candy maskers to reap big time profits from people who are sexually repressed the other 364 nights of the year. I'm all for making money in ethical, lawful fashion with minimal government interference, but I find the whole idea rather crass. So I skip most of the crap and buy only that which really matters. Heck, I can make my own cards, too. I am not an artistic genius yet I do have some skills.

True love shouldn't drain your pocketbooks, folks!

PROTIP: Buy the little Necco had wafer hearts, the ones that taste like flavored ash, in the days after Valentines. They will be a lot cheaper, and by this time next year they will still be just as hard and still taste like sugary ash. (Or tart fruity ash!) It wouldn't surprise me if actual volcanic ash was used in their manufacturing.

I still need to update this page (not that I have much of a following here, mind you!) I have a bunch of newer things to post, though my overall skill level has not appreciably improved. Instead I am hard at work on Novel Two. I've now written 130,000 words of Novel Two. I can't really go into detail at the moment, but if you're on Facebook I do have a makeshift writing/artwork page. You'll find a lot more stuff over there, than you currently find here.

Anyhow . . . this is the link:

http://www.facebook.com/paul.j.doyl.....78350&ap=1

No real new comment on the issue, because I have (and always have been, since becoming a real-life father) deeply, staunchly against underaged sexually-oriented stuff of ANY sort. With that being said, I will stop being a FA watcher, and update my own gallery, already! Expect updates in the next week.

I've become a "lurker" for way too long now, and I really ought to update this page. I'm trying to finish up a few newer drawings, and then I think I'll do a mega-upload of that which I haven't already brought here to FA.

Too caught up in real life, of late, to properly update.

Art, writing, etc, to come soon. If anyone cares, stay tuned?

A bunch of newer updates are on my LJ, paul_doyle , by the way.

Happier entry, as promised . . .

First, something that was perhaps inevitable. Equally inevitable, is the fact it's yet another incomplete work-in-progress:

http://www.elftown.com/stuff/http%3.....t_InkWIP-2.jpg

Only new here is that I decided to make him an author, too. Why not? The name of his book is <i>Those Darn Humans *a memoir*</i>. And he seems to have gotten it published, too!


Anyway, as promised, way-belated Elfwood updates. You've probably seen all of these at one time or another. Any and all are welcome to comment---this is a dusty gallery (staying in true Elfwood fashion) and I tend to get more anonymous trolls than actual intelligent comments (again, staying in true Elfwood fashion!) but if you want to comment there you might be happily surprised to see some of the results of Elfwood's revamp. I know I am.

Without further ado . . .

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FANQUARTER---this ticket took WAY too long to process (about 40 days) especially when considering I credit everyone who needs to be credited. Whoops, forgot to credit the maker of the game "Simon". Um, oops?

If you remember the Elftown Trunk Dragon Contest, you remember this one. I think both Trunky and the silly red dragoness (who needs a name) deserve another picture together without the added "Mystery Science Theatre 3000" stuff, but we'll see. If I can fulfill my New Years resolution to actually COMPLETE a lot of my unfinished artwork, then I might be getting somewhere. Otherwise it's on the massive "to-do" list for time immemorial, as it were.

http://www.elfwood.com/fanq/p/j/pjd.....viant.jpg.html
http://www.elfwood.com/fanq/p/j/pjd.....viant.jpg.html

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FANTASY/SF&F ---this ticket was reviewed and processed in less than a week! Wow . . . I guess to compensate, Elfwood has FanQuarter moderators do their thing at a pace slower than great-grandma at the mall at 7 AM. (That, or they simply don't have enough of them . . . )

Anyway, here we go (oldest to newest, roughly:

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http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....doyle.jpg.html
http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....doyle.jpg.html

Pauly the Anthro-Dragon and Ultraviolet . . . the titular character of her designer, Cassandra Gunn AKA Ultraviolet! Knowing how frisky and playful these two are, things could stay, um, cheeky---or get entirely too smoldering for Elfwood. I know I can do a far better job with UV, and still kick myself for messing her up so much. I intend to do another pic at some point, most likely R-rated but too shocking. http://www.ultravioletnet.com/ In any event, to give her better justice than I did in this picture. Assume this picture was set in the decade-plus before Pauly started seeing (and then got married to) Kathy the Anthro-Dragoness, though K-the-AD certainly isn't the jealous type.

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"Whistle While You Work?"

Yep, you've seen it. Pauly the Anthro-Dragon being his typical self without (for once) being hyper about it. Quite possibly the most definitive completed pic of him so far. He visits his friends on Patrick Reichel's world, Rulus, and generally causes controllable chaos. Recent pic by Patrick Reichel, AKA ReptileCynrik. This guy is REALLY REALLY good!: http://reptilecynrik.deviantart.com.....Of-It-70403675 I could learn a bunch of things from this guy.

http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....ntart.jpg.html
http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....ntart.jpg.html

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"Where's Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello?"---this pic introduced Patrick the Anthro-Dragon despite being loaded with innuendo both blatant and subtle. Part of the pleasure of sunbathing is reveling in the delight of your lover/girfriend/wife/whatever wearing next to nothing. Of course, any time children are present such thoughts and feelings must be covered up as much as possible though there's always a Freudian slip or three, which go right over the children's heads unless of course they aren't little kids anymore and get embarrassed by the old geezers making saucy indirect overtures to each other :P




http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....ntart.jpg.html
http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....atart.jpg.html

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Heehee . . . this one needs no description. *chuckle*

http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....viant.jpg.html
http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....viant.jpg.html

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Most recent Halloween pic, too recent to bother describing. Oddly, I've yet to post the poem on Wyvern's Library. Is that not ironic? I'll have to correct that ASAP and update my long-neglected Wyvern's Library page.

http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....ed_da.jpg.html
http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....ed_da.jpg.html

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And, finally, the Kathy the Anthro-Dragoness character reference sheet. Grawwawwr! Most likely not going to bother with the "size difference chart" for my ref pic chart, and Patrick's red pic chart. The cramped space is truly a pain (mostly, hand-cramp) and the comparison deserves its own full-sized picture. One of my co-workers says her loincloth makes her seem androgynous, because apparently female characters need shorter loincloths than male characters. Well, suppose there's a big gust of wind? Bah.

http://www.elfwood.com/art/p/j/pjdo.....ed_da.jpg.html

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Yep, you've already probably seen some/most of that. Why don't you go thre and leave a comment with a link to your own stuff (if applicable), if you are so inclined? I think anything reasonable to increase interest in Elfwood might be a good idea.




Just for fun, as a bonus, here's something my wife Kathy---who says she is a complete non-artist---sketched a little earlier without using any references. I have frequently encouraged her to express her creative soul. I think this sketch is pretty damn good. If you grew up Roman Catholic and went to an older-style two-row church, you recognize this right away though using this route has fallen out of favor (or so Kathy tells me---I no longer consider myself Catholic as I disagree too mmuch with basic Church doctrine.)
http://www.elftown.com/stuff/11046_.....anuary2008.jpg

[Re-posted from LiveJournal . . . some stuff doesn't apply here]
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Good thing I didn't let the promotion go to my head . . . [Jan. 24th, 2008|06:25 am]
[ mood | worried ]
[ music | Soundgarden---"Room A Thousand Years Wide" ]

After I accepted the promotion to "full" Floor Supervisor, I repeatedly thought to myself to not let the whole thing get to my head. I'm generally not like that to begin with, but I have had experiences in the past where excessive pride has led to a hard, humiliating fall. Of course, that stuff was years ago and very much smaller potatoes compared to what I interact with this day and age.

Now imagine my surprise when I got a sealed packet of more personal disclosure forms? (Standard practice since early 2007 for promotions, from what I have read, so it's not like they are specifically targeting me!)

Sheesh, don't they know me already? I've been there for 14 1/2 years, and filled out extremely nosy personal disclosure forms in 1993 and in 1998 (the second, because I upgraded my casino license to Connecticut State Gaming when I first became a dealer.) When I became promoted to Assistant Floor Supervisor AKA "dual-rate" in 2005 I did not have to do another set of disclosure forms . . . yet now, in 2008 I have to fill one out so I can officially become a "full" Floor Supervisor, which I've pretty much unofficially been for several months now? (Dealing once or twice a month, tops!) More about that in a minute. First, I need to backtrack a bit to give a bit of background. If you find it too babbling . . . well, then, bear with me, m'kay? I need to get it out of my system so I feel relieved and calm again.

I have worked for Foxwoods Resort Casino since the end of August 1993 (though I didn't start until 12 September) when I had just bombed out of Rhode Island College in Spring 1993, having done a medical withdrawal from RIC after I went to school-sponsored psychiatrist and was quickly told I had something called "adjustment disorder", and given a prescription to nortyptyline (sp?). The semester's failing grades were cancelled, but no money was refunded. I guess you could call "adjustment disorder" Nervous Breakdown Lite, but either way it happened. Conflicts with my father, who at the time was extremely intimidating toward me and would not let me breathe let alone speak or think for myself, triggered an awful lot of the stress that overwhelmed me. At age 19, I could not handle it. My mother's ever-worsening health stressed me out (she held on for another ten years, till 2003) and I honestly did not know how to cope with her. She was always crying, it seemed, and she was becoming frail and gaunt. My brother was having drug problems and suffering from bipolar disorder. My sister was condescending and disdainful toward me. I had very few friends from high school, and generally cloistered myself in my dorm or at the library. (This was when the Internet was still new, generally called the "information super-highway" and I had no access.) I had one major crush from back home who was doing things to me that I now realize were vicious and devastating. Faced with all that stuff, I stopped going to classes and spent the last few weeks of the Spring 1993 semester in my dorm for the most part. I neglected my hygeine and lived in even more of a fantasy-land than I currently do. A few days I only got out of bed to eat and use the bathroom. I did not actively draw (just half-hearted sketches of dragon heads and such) and I just sort of babbled along with mediocre earlier versions of my first novel which at the time was a tool to keep me from interacting with the outside world. I very quietly collapsed and became very fearful of the future. I got neither suicidal nor delusional, but basically felt like I was drifting in life without purpose or passion.

In any event, I bombed out of Rhode Island college (RIC) and was able to get the medical withdrawal. As said, I was given some nasty little anti-depressant meds called "nortryptyline" (sp?) and was off them in less than a month because I was consciously trying to better myself, something that was extremely difficult since this was during an economic recession, I had no real-world skills WHATSOEVER, and all the spirit had been beaten out of me. My family thought I had flunked out of college on purpose. NO I DIDN'T!!! After an extremely hellish summer, I was able to get my first Foxwoods job . . . working as a dishwasher. There was very little else out there, and my life sucked so much at that point that I blindly went for it and held on to it like you hold onto a lover. And even though I did not actually move out of my parents' house until late October 1993, in my mind I had moved already. I hated my father for years after that, and didn't know quite what to make of my mother anymore. Fortunately things got better with time and effort, though apart from a disastrous Fall 1995 part-time semester at UCONN-Storrs (the main campus) I never did get back to college.

Why do I mention this stuff where anyone can read it, and what does it have to do with this extra disclosure form? I am quite aware my LJ friends are not the only ones reading this journal. I'm almost positive at least a few of my higher-ups read this journal, too. Perhaps someone from the Mashantucket Pequot Gaming Commission (MPGC)is reading this, too, so I post this for them as well. One of the questions I had to answer on the MPGC-administered form was: "Do you have a history of mental illness or repeated violent acts?" This both miffed and intrigued me, and I wondered if I'd be weeded out for this reason alone although my history of mental "illness" is extremely mild next to what it might have been. I don't want to be fired for trying to cover it up, and I very much prefer to be honest. So I reported the "adjustment disorder" on the disclosure form, even though I ultra-condensed it to a few lines. I've decided to elaborate on that here. I am not a violent person---that should be obvious. Even my dragon characters (some of whom look scary to those not into SF or fantasy) are generally non-violent. I do have a fiery competitive streak and obviously I'm a bit eccentric, but in no way should this be construed as actually mental "illness". Since the interpretation of "illness" is fraught with hazard and misinterpretation, I'm going public with this stuff. After all, my treated Adult ADHD could also be considered an "illness"---at one extreme---or (at the other Rush Limbaugh extreme) a fake bullshit politically correct "condition" invented by a cabal of liberals and pharmaceutical companies. I am living testament that (1.) ADHD is DEFINITELY real, at least in some people since it is obviously overdiagnosed in children; (2.) For someone "mentally ill" I am pretty damn resilient and downright adaptable; (3.) Since I started getting treatment for my ADHD in 1998 (first with that crappy Dexedrine/dextroamphetamine, and then the non-stimulant atomoxetine hydrochloride/Strattera) I have gone from being an underacheiving, unfocused waste of talent---washing dishes from September 1993 to June 1998---to getting many of my life goals in gear, and sure enough I've been promoted several times. Now at age 34 I'm quite younger than average for a "full" Floor supervisor, though as said this does not become set in stone until 2 march 2008 . . . and, of course, pending the acceptance of the disclosure forms I'm talking about.

There were a couple other possibly damning questions, one about traffic violations and another about tax problems. In Norwich, CT in summer 2005 I ran a red light and went a little fast, and got a ticket that I contested (only because the police officer was extremely unprofessional with his non-stop swearing) and wound up paying a reduced fine. (Next time I'll know to contact the abusive cop's supervisor, which is the correct procedure!) But that's small potatoes next to the tax thing. As anybody reading this journal knows (providing they have had the patience to read through a few extremely long entries!) not only did I have tax problems in 2007, I also had my wages garnished by the IRS when I hit financial rock-bottom in spring 2007. My tax issues are also not fully resolved, and now that I finally got my 2007 W-2's (Foxwoods always takes FOREVER getting them out!) I fully intend to get the whole damn thing resolved with the state and federal tax agencies well before April 15th! I will say this alone might prevent me from getting promoted though I've already been accepted . . . we will see. They will also do credit checks, etc, now that I've gone through hell and back again, in that category! 2007 is still haunting me.

*keeps fingers crossed*

And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the required birth certificate and social security card were nowhere to be found---I had them in a secure container, but that container had been moved! (Not by me . . . ) So add a few hours of frenzied search through the closets through boxes and envelopes, and my wife Kathy finally found the envelope of required documents about four hours before the deadline! (The envelope had been taken out of the metal box they had been kept in, too . . . ) Frazzled and lacking sleep, I rushed to work on my day off and turned them in about an hour before the deadline. Behind me, the house was a shambles with opened boxes, bagfuls of discarded mail and clutter, and kicked-up dust.

As bad and humiliating as this final part was, it could have been a lot worse. I was born in San Diego, California---not Connecticut. A lost Social Security card is easily replaceable since there's an office in Norwich. Same thing, if I was born locally. Had Kathy and I not found the birth certificate? I'd have to snail-mail City Hall in San Diego, meaning a couple weeks for the arrival of another copy, which of course would be too late.

Yep, I'd be fucked. I had my driver's license (also required in the disclosure forms!) with me the whole time, so no complications there!

Anyway, sorry to inundate and overwhelm people with another extremely long, frustration-riddled entry, but sometimes this kind of stuff helps me grow and become more responsible. I generally don't ask for these kind of things---because they can be selfish and superficial, and easily abused---but keep me in your prayers (or thoughts, if you are atheist?) I fear I could be fired because of what I'm reporting in the disclosure form, even though I am telling the truth and I am trying hard as I can to rectify remaining problems.


I really, truly hope I'm overreacting here, but at the same time I recognize and respect the Tribe's desire to rid itself of shady, irresponsible people. Therefore, I've said what I've said, in brief on the disclosure form, and in full detail (with some requisite whining and venting, naturally!) here on my journal.

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The next entry will be belated Elfwood art updates.
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In no particular order . . . with notes as needed. This list was originally written about two weeks ago.

(1.) If promoted to "Full" Floor supervisor, , I will settle in, get in the groove, and channel all that waiting-related anxiety into my creative endeavors, my writing and artwork, which I neither had the mental energy nor the inner fire needed to be productive. If I get turned down and remain as an Assistant Floor Supervisor AKA "dual-rate", I will pursue the art and writing anyway.

[UPDATE: Got promoted to "full Floor Supervisor, effective 2 March 2008!
http://www.elftown.com/stuff/11046_.....?x=500&y=0
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(2.) Complete as much unfinished art, 2004-present, as possible!

(3.) Get off your butt and try to get the first novel published! [UPDATE: I can't transfer Corel WordPerfect 10 to my newer computer, and the RTF WordPad version of Book One has all the punctuation COMPLETELY garbled up! Quotation marks become percentage signs, and so forth. The first novel is about 346,400 words in length, about the same length as a long Stephen King novel. No way in bloody hell I'm going to manually fix all those garbled-up punctuation marks! Either I'll have to buy the latest Corel WordPerfect product, or maybe someone here knows a trick. The WordPerfect 10 was originally included with the "bundle" on my old computer tower whose motherboard crashed and died in Spring 2007. Or maybe I should just replace the motherboard, and thereby resurrect the old, clunky computer tower? i still have it. Money seems to be unavoidable here, and though I'm better off than I was this time last year, we're still far from where we want to be.]

(4.) Try to get Patrick at least somewhat interested in sports, without denigrating his art and writing interests. [UPDATE: Maybe he won't actually play sports, as I did---progressively, soccer and T-ball as a kid, football and track & field as a high schooler---but he willingly sits there watching the New England Patriots and Boston Red Sox with Mommy.]

(5.) Since Patrick is now interested in collecting coins, like Daddy, start two things: (1.) A documentation of the more interesting stuff (but not necessarily more valuable stuff!)in my collection. Just maybe I'll start an ET world-coin wiki, but most of my ET wikis have been disasters for various reasons, so I'm somewhat leery about doing this. Here is one coin, for example, an 1802 Russia 5 Kopeks piece, grading maybe VF-20 though this is the only one I have so it's hard to say. It's slightly larger in diameter than an old US silver dollar, by the way. A big hunk of copper.
http://www.elftown.com/stuff/11046_.....?x=300&y=0

(6.) Improve cardiovascular fitness. I am younger looking and healthier than most 34 year old American guys, and if I shaved my mustache and got contact lenses I'd look like I'm about 23 years old. Nevertheless, I could stand to get more toned.

(7.) Learn to read music! I frequently get asked if I play rock instruments because I appreciate the same kinds of rock music a lot of rock musicians like because of the players' skill (Rush, King Crimson and Yes, for example). It certainly can't hurt, and if things weren't so repressive and depressing growing up, I just might have learned to play decades ago! I have a secret desire to create my own progressive-rock concept album (think of "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway" by Peter Gabriel-era Genesis, or "The Wall" and "Dark side of the Moon" by Pink Floyd. Or even "Operation:Mindcrime" by Queensryche, which while new by comparison to the others, is now about 20 years old!) I'd play all the instruments and write all the lyrics. Yep, it's rather far-fetched. I'm almost as much a dinosaur as the music I listen to. I also don't want to be like Yes super-keyboardist Rick Wakeman when he went solo, doing silly crap about King Arthur while performing live . . . on ice. This is a cautionary tale, I think: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXlZ.....eature=related o___O


(8.) New glasses, full dental work. A MUST. In 2007 almost all medical expenses went toward Kathy, and because of our severe financial problems I put off getting extensive dental work (cleaning, the replacement of several broken dental bridges and caps for teeth that I'd shattered and broken in 1987). [UPDATE: Now that I'm going to be promoted, I sort of have to, to improve my appearance, though nobody's said anything about it!]

(9.) Down-payment on first house. Yes, this is a stretch, but given the progress I've made in spite of a horrible 2007, I think this is a possibility. Apartment life and apartment rentals and landlords and shitty neighbors really suck. But if Kathy isn't ready for the responsibility, it won't happen unless of course I become really rich and famous.

(10.) More time with friends and family, a trend I started during the 2007 holiday season.

(11.) Enhanced quality time with Kathy and Patrick.

(12.) Get Patrick a babysitter and go with Kathy to AnthroCon 2008 and FurFright 2008, two furry conventions I had to forego because of severe money problems written about in the previous journal entry.

And that's it!

For me, 2007 was easily the most difficult, most challenging year since 2003, the year my mother died of multiple sclerosis (MS). I believe I emerged a stronger, more resilient person than before, but it came at a price. Because I had so many pressing real-life issues to contend with, my creative output took a large dip and I essentially shelved my beloved novel project indefinitely. I had to salvage my dysfunctional relationship with Kathy, and contend with some very serious money issues. Also, big rifts at work between employees made life that more challenging, even as I tried to keep the whole union issue at arm's length while quietly sticking to my own agenda (which was to be the best co-worker, leader and follower as I could possibly be). I could not sustain creative energy for protracted lengths of time, as I had done so in the past, and people were constantly wondering why my art output had dropped so much, and why I still hadn't gotten my first novel published.

(Well, for those of you who doubt I ever wrote a novel in the first place, here is a link for you: http://www.elftown.com/_pauly'.....20book%20stuff Also, why in the world why I try to be delusional about something like this? Honestly. I don't publish the actual novel online because (1.) I am protecting my copyright and my ideas, many of which are unique, (2.) Traditional publishers are generally adverse to publishing things that had have previously been published online. This is why you will see a lot of experimental/humorous/dragonish stuff online, but you will not see my more "serious" novel, which by the way has plenty of experimental/humorous/dragonish stuff!)

Anyhow, 2007 was generally one continuous struggle for me. It started with my being turned down for promotion to "Full" Floor Supervisor at work, which in retrospect was a wise decision, since in the year since I've gained a lot of experience and know-how I simply did not have back then. I am sort of prone to being sluggish in the winter months, and this on top of it made me slow down for a while, and though I won't go so far to say I was depressed, I definitely felt down enough to really not do too much for a while.

Things generally got worse on the home front when Kathy started showing the signs she was no longer seeing her doctor for treatment, or at least not at often as she used to. Furthermore, she was wreaking havoc on her body. After ballooning out to disgusting proportions in 2006, she dropped a lot of weight---which was certainly a good thing, I thought, until I saw she was eating very poorly again. She would frequently try to hide the evidence from me. I'd follow an ant trail under the couch and find lots of sugary, sticky candy wrappers. I'd go to bed and find candy wrappers in the pillow case. Patrick, our eight year old son, told me she was doing stuff like this frequently, even over Patrick's objections. Money started mysteriously disappearing from my wallet without explanation---I took Kathy's assertion she was paying the bills. She kept on telling me she was paying the bills and such, but as it turned out she was not paying them at all. The crippling blow came when I stumbled across a pile of concealed mail, which included a heat shutoff notice. There was just too much money to be owed (money that Kathy was not paying!) so we went from April to September with no heat at all. When we wanted to get clean, we heated up water on the stove or microwaved it, and sponge-bathed. All the while Kathy continued to do her car-delivery paper route, which I pleaded with her to discontinue because it would probably wind up destroying the car, as these kind of jobs are notorious for doing. I just wanted her to get a part-time "real" job that would minimize the wear and tear on the car. Simple enough, yes? She'd give me the run-around but I had a disconcerting sense she was not looking at all. She became very passive, and neglected both herself, and---sometimes, but frequent enough to notice----Patrick. She tended to yell at him a lot, to get whiny, to not be persuasive at all. I very often had to intervene to get Patrick to listen to her, and to get Kathy to stop being so unreasonably shrill and unreasonably demanding. Sometimes I sensed Kathy didn't even want to be a parent, much less care.

The underlying problems of our struggling relationship became unmistakable around the time of my brother's marriage, where I was supposed to be part of his party but was not. A good deal of this is my fault. E-mails to me become lost in the "Bulk" folder, and also frankly I was at a low ebb. Procrastination became rampant. Kathy did not relay several crucial letters and telephone messages to me, often erasing those messages. (This same situation also had the IRS auditing me and garnishing my wages, starting around that time.) So even though we did go to the wedding, for me it was a very awkward experience because I was the best man and had to bail out on short notice. Until I once again work during the day and sleep at night, I'm never going to go the wedding-party route for anyone. The conflicts of hours and shifts just makes everything screwed up, to put it very mildly. However, with these crazy hours I get to see my son before he goes to school, and again before I go to work. So that makes it all worthwhile, hardships and all!

I insisted Kathy get a second paper route, until she actually got a permanent part-time job. Things were becoming critical. At the same time her friend Molli came home from an institution and got married at home, with Kathy and myself being her witnesses. This deserves a back-story because what happened after that really messed up whatever remaining happiness and tranquility we had.

Molli used to live next door to us when we lived in a one-room apartment, from about 1998 to late 2003 when we belatedly moved to the bigger apartment. (The move itself came during a major low point of our relationship, but I won't get into that here.) Molli was a single mother, with two then three children by different fathers who all screwed her very badly, being deadbeat pricks who did not pay child support. Despite that, Molli was (and is) a very good person, but after some time she began cracking under the strains. She wanted and NEEDED a father figure to her children. She tried seducing me shortly after we moved into the two-room apartment. Since I was very near to looking for a divorce lawyer, it almost happened one day, just after Christmas when I just wanted to drop by and say "hi". she made moves on me that I could barely resist. My hormones spun out of control. Though we were both clothed, I had Molli up against the wall, her bare legs wrapped tightly around me. And then we came to our senses, and that's as far as it got. I couldn't use Kathy's personal struggles as an excuse to cheat on her. In any event, within a few weeks I told Kathy everything about what happened, once things were on the mend in our relationship. And despite that betrayal, Kathy continued being her friend, though I tried as much as possible to distance myself from Molli---my hormones require a very strong will to keep under control, once tantalized. Were I still single, I think I'd have way more than one child right now . . . but I digress. Molli began collapsing under the strain of her very stressful life. Already a very bad chainsmoker, Molli began abusing painkillers, and her doctor was either irresponsible or ignorant because she had to go to the emergency room. Molli stopped working around that time, entirely supported by state welfare programs and child support payments. Her grown daughter abandoned her in her time of need. The state became aware of the situation, and within a year both minor-aged children were taken away from her and put into foster care. The final straw happened around Thanksgiving 2005. Clearly loopy and unfit to drive, Molli insisted on driving her boy and girl, and Kathy and Patrick, to the bus stop which was only a short distance in the neighborhood. For some really stupid reason Kathy sat in the front passenger seat. . . with Patrick in her lap! Molli crashed at low-speed, and fortunately nobody was hurt. But when the police arrived obviously they found out about Kathy and Patrick. And so shortly after that we had a DCF worker coming to OUR door, and I had to intervene, doing the best I could to hide my disgust at Kathy for not telling me the whole truth of the crash until I saw the police report. Fortunately Kahy got just a slap on the wrist. Since I was not there at the time, I was basically told to closely monitor both Kathy and Patrick. We were given a written warning to not let Molli babysit Patrick. For a few days,on the DCF worker's recommendation, I called the police department to make sure there were no arrest warrants out for Kathy---there were not, thank God. I told Kathy in no uncertain terms to never EVER get in this situation again---either she insist on driving, or simply walk to the bus stop instead. Common sense, right? Sometimes Kathy is so nice and tolerant that it endangers her.

Shortly thereafter, the children were taken away from Molli, and Molli was put into a state institution where she did not emerge for several months. When she did return, she was visibly healthier, calmer and sexier. She also met a man, an ex-criminal named Woberto who apparently had gotten his life straightened out for the most part and embraced a similar type of Christian fundamentalism to Molli's belief. She fell head over heels for him, and he played her like a fiddle. Soon enough, by early summer, they got married even though they'd only met a few months' previous while they were both in the state institution. Kathy and I were their witnesses. Sadly, their marriage fell apart very quickly, as Woberto began reverting to his former felonious self, and began using the marriage as an excuse to terrorize and intimidate Molli. kathy got caught in the middle of this, and so did I simply because of marriage. Woberto threw away Molli's medication, relentlessly monitoring Molli's every move, answering the phone for her, and harrassing her whenever Kathy was over. Behind my back he manipulated Kathy into doing things for him---giving him rides back and forth to parole officer meetings, and such---and I became infuriated for two reasons. One, when you're getting back on your feet you'll need some assistance but do not take advantage of those who are trying to help you out of the goodness of their hearts. Two, spending that much less time with me was getting on my nerves. Yes, that's a bit selfish, but I'd be far happier to see her helping herself---after all, Kathy had a whole slew of personal problems to contend with herself.

All this further wore down my overall energy, and I quickly realized I had little to no creative energy left to spare, and I gradually withdrew from the Internet, wasting only significant time at "Yahoo Answers", something that's now very much in my Internet past though I still occasionally talk to people I met there. I would half-heartedly work on art stuff at a very slow, uninspired pace. I decided to put off looking for a publisher for my first novel, until a later date until things on the home front and the work front were a bit more certain. At work, the drive for unionization began in earnest. Though I am generally against unions (simply because a well-run employer that treats its guests and employees properly doesn't ever need the antiquated collective-bargaining hassle and haggling of a union), I could see the great damage done to both customers and employees by the John O'Brien management team, and Foxwoods went from being slightly behind Mohegan Sun in the regional casino market, to being appallingly behind in terms of employee morale, customer service, entertainment, and overall "vibe". While I am no expert on casino marketing, it didn't take a rocket scientist to see the O'Brien team was running Foxwoods right smack down headfirst. Though I continued to try my hardest, whether I was dealing or flooring (supervising) I couldn't help but be embarrassed and ashamed. At the same time, I could see people were jumping ship, there was an expansion to be opened in Spring 2008, and quite frankly Foxwoods couldn't get much worse than the present state. So . . . I settled in, kept the whole union debate issue at arm's length (after all, I am friendly with some union people, some members of management, and the Pequot tribe!) , didn't sign any union cards, and tried to ignore both the union shills and the flag-waver management types who festooned every nook and cranny of Foxwoods employee areas with (ultimately counter-productive) anti-union propoganda which made World War Two propaganda look subtle by comparison. I sense I frustrated people because I refused to take sides at first, but that's their problem and not mine, and I certainly hold no ill will against anyone. When a new job bid went up for "full" Floor Supervisor in September I put in for it right away, sensing there'd be a great deal of politics and such before the promotions actually happened. So I settled in, endured more stress reading and evaluating both pro-union and anti-union leadership (after all, ignorance is not always bliss!) , and as always listening and doodling while on my work breaks. Dealing days almost completely evaporated, and I was getting solid blocks of flooring days. While some people objected (after all, they were making less money supervising than they were dealing!) I actually welcomed them because I knew that if I was to get promoted on my terms (hard work and merit, rather than through favoritism and buddy system which are very dishonest practices in my opinion) I would have to make it happen, and outshine my peers to the very best of my ability. This workplace uncertainty and anticipation also made my creative juices flow less than in the past. Since I believe in a "head in the clouds, feet firmly on the ground) way of real-life ambition, I willingly secured my feet on the ground so I could stretch even further into those clouds at a later date. Sometimes, my back and the rest of my body would hurt from all this stretching. Chiropractor, anyone?

Kathy and I ran into several more problems toward the end of the year. Kathy was not being completely honest to me about the bills. So over her objections I took over the bills, got a LOT of shutoff shittiness resolved, and successfully took out loans. This little bump was extremely stressful, but now we're paid up and beyond, in many instances. Kathy and I had a heated yet civil argument, they we made up and kissed, and the rest. Just before Thanksgiving the car died, a predictable casualty of Kathy's paper route. I was forced to miss three days of work because this happened on a weekend and the rental shops and auto repair places were closed. We had to get a rental car, and Kathy finally quit the paper delivery job after it finally dawned upon her to consider getting a real part-time job that didn't cause so much wear and tear on the car. She said she'd get us suitable candidates for another used car, but she silently freaked and didn't look very much. Because I work at night and sleep during the day, it's really up to her to take the initiative. Yet the thought of taking the initiative clearly bothers her sometimes, so as of this writing we still do not have our own car. We are looking for a reliable, bare-bones, foreign (Japanese or German, preferrably) seat that costs $5000 or less and is definitely not a lemony automotive piece of Detroit shit. I have burned a lot of sick time in the past because of car problems, and I fervently intend to get our first new car within the next few years. I've made the mistake of impulse buying used cars that seemed good, but had deeply serious problems a third-party inspection would have revealed. I definitely don't want to go that route again!

I should mention that some of these struggles aggravated my adult form of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), although it was nothing life threatening or seriously detrimental. Stattera (atomexetine hydrocholride) is not a stimulant (that is, legalized speed!) but it does have some shitty side-effects. I already walk funny and talk funny, things that I cannot control, and the Strattera makes my mouth dry and my speech more slurry. There are other side effects, as well. It is not a cure-all, and alhough it greatly helps me with my focus and concentration it also makes me feel sleepy. When faced with pressure, stress and uncertainty that I cannot remedy myself (such as home-related stuff regarding the bills and Kathy's general health which I greatly worry about) I procrastinate a lot more than I usually do, I lose focus, become very distracted, become irritable and cranky and lethargic, and generally not a pleasant person to be around. So taking everything else into account, it just makes everything worse. At the end of the year I wondered if this prescription really was doing anything. I have been on it since around 1999/2000, when it was a study drug yet to be appoved by the FDA. I had previously been on Dexedrine, which I hated because it's amphetamines which of course are illegal drugs without the prescription. So I stopped taking it for a week, and discovered the Strattera was really doing something after all, because I went into an unfocused, hazy week-long funk where I accomplished absolutely nothing outside of work. My body also ached and felt really weird and weak for the first few days. So----I'm glad I ended THAT little experiment although I sensed it did my body little harm. After all, I was becoming noticeably hyper at work, even more so than my usual energetic, busy work pace. I am sort of crazy in a good way and give that impression most of the time, but I don't want people to get the idea I'm using "something else" along with the non-stimulant prescription drug, Strattera. Maybe my body needed the cleansing because now I feel a lot less hyper and wound up, and more focused and calm. For example, this tremendously long journal entry was supposed to be done last week, but at the time I had neither the energy nor the motivation to get it done----and at the time I wasn't taking the Strattera or anything else for my adult ADHD.

I need to end this entry on a happier note since I do realize much of this is brooding and frankly not that much fun to read, unless of course you're someone who likes watching train wrecks. The next entry will have belated New Years resolutions, all of which I believe are attainable goals. I did get the promotion to "full" Floor Supervisor, and with that being said I will end this depressing entry right here, right now.

http://anthrodragon.myminicity.com/

Just for fun . . . go ahead and comment there and be silly, if you're so inclined.

I had my first Christmas off from work (except from midnight to 5 AM) since 2003.

A few hours after work, we headed up to my sister Katie's around 9:30-ish. I did manage to get a 90-minute power-nap that wasn't very effective. I sort of bumbled and stumbled my way out the door, remembering to bring the two CD's previously mentioned in the LiveJournal entry---King Crimson's "Red" (1974) and ELP's <i>Tarkus</i>---along to sharpened up to keep me focused, as these albums are intense and dark yet awesome ("Red")and frenetically crazy and awesome("Tarkus"). And sure enough, they did the trick. By that time in the morning, my ADHD medication, Strattera, has completely worn off, and I am generally addled and scatter-brained---not to mention tired! also, I'm usually curled up in bed, falling to a deeper level of sleep.

Getting to Katie's was fine, but without that music playing I probably would not have been able to properly concentrate on driving. I said little, and whenever Kathy and Patrick asked a question I was startled enough to cry out a bit. Kathy probably should have driven on the way up, but she'd had very little sleep herself though she was by no means a hurting unit. After all, the daytime is her waking hours . . . oh well, we got there in one piece, didn't get lost (!!!) and when I got out of the car I felt like I was about 90 years old.

I did enjoy the day very much, though I freely admit I was much too tired to fully appreciate it. Nevertheless, I did take some raw, crappy footage with my digital camera.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v.....t=000_0010.flv
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v.....t=100_0747.flv
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v.....t=100_0748.flv
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v.....t=100_0749.flv
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v.....t=100_0750.flv

THE CAST:
Paul Doyle---the bedraggled dumb-ass filming and narrating most of these clips---that's me. Wow, I really do look half asleep here, and as usual when I'm very drowsy I sound drunk (though I do not drink alcohol!)
Kathy Doyle---my wife, Ms. Googly Eyes. 'Nuff said. I think she films a little bit.
Patrick Doyle---wearing the dark blue vest, son of Kathy and myself.
Hugh Doyle---my father and Patrick's grandfather. Sitting on the couch.
Katie Bavier---my older sister, sitting on the carpet.
John Bavier---Katie's husband, my brother-in-law.
Luke Bavier---the adorable blond-haired three year old boy bouncing around, Katie and John's adopted son.
Boomer and Rhody---Katie and John's dogs, both Labrador retrievers.


I did take a power-nap there, too, but it didn't really work. Katie made an awesome dinner, but again I probably would have fully appreciated it if I was fully awake.

Aroiund 4 PM I took my meds, and I gradually "woke up" at long last, though I only had enough energy to briefly run around the basement chasing Patrick and Luke, with the back of my T-shirt pulled up over my head like The Great Cornholio from "Beavis and Butt-Head". I proabably should have gone in-character as a sanitized Pauly the Anthro-Dragon, but I was just too damn tired to do that so I just was a generic monster going "RAWR!" and "Muahahahaha!" At one point I even hid in Rhody's dog-house, which completely backfired since Rhody noticed and licked me half to death, wagging her tail.

Kathy and I squared off against Katie and John at their pool table. Kathy kept on talking about how she sucked (simply because she hadn't played it in years!) but I tried to cheer her on a bit (a small part of my master plan, which is to help her overcome her depression and low self-worth) and apparently it worked, because she got the winning shot. Good for her! She needs to be a happier person.

When we went home, Kathy drove, something that was a foregone conclusion. I fell asleep not too long after we got home, and wound up sleeping most of the night (which is my day) away. For once I did NOT feel guilty about oversleeping . . . I think I earned it?

We opened presents belatedly, which is typical given our crazy schedules, and Patrick didn't complain since he's used to it. This was the first real Christmas we've had since 2004, but even so we had a very challenging year so we had to go very bare-bones. We simply did not have any money at all in 2005 and 2006. Patrick got a few little things this time, but nothing like what he got from his relatives. I got a new pair of slippers and a Wal-mart chair-massger seat cover from Kathy (nice!) and a VERY cool dragon poster from Patrick.

It's this poster. Never heard of the artist, Tom Wood, though I'd love to find out if he's on any well-known websites since he's made of awesome: http://i9.ebayimg.com/04/i/000/b8/db/4757_1.JPG I'd love to have a tenth the artistic talent of the artist, though in a battle that dragon would be so totally owned by any of the full-sized dragon subspecies in my forthcoming novel sequence *chuckle*

I'd like to acknowledge, and thank, my father for REALLY helping us out. And I will leave it at that :)



I hope everyone reading this is doing well :)

I couldn't help but lauigh at poor Fender in the current picture, even though the nation of gang-banging of any kind appalls me.

"For Santa!"
"The Payback You've Been Waiting for All Year!"

Anyway, for a suitable theme music, find the "Joe's Garage" CD by Frank Zappa and go to "Keep it Greasey" on Act II.

Crank up the volume, because outside the silly lyrics this song shreds wallpaper from 60 feet.

(The lyrics of this album were arranged like a Broadway musical, by the way)

---

Keep It Greasy Lyrics
Artist: Frank Zappa
Album: Joe's Garage

---

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (lead vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)

Eventually FATHER RILEY B. JONES gets around to JOE with his little case of pre-blessed unguents...

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Poor Joe. He's getting tired from bending over...but we tried to warn him...didn't we? Okay, Joe...you asked for it...here comes The Big One...

Joe: (anointing himself as he sings)
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy

Manx:
Roll it over 'n
grease it down
I'll drive you through
the heart of town

Joe:
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy

Manx:
Roll it over 'n
grease it down
I'll drive you through
the heart of town

JOE (who is still wearing his housewife costume from when he first picked up SY BORG in The Closet) adjusts his little apron to a more advantageous position and sings...

Joe:
Hey, the good women,
they sure has it tough
The good men, well
there ain't enough
All the good girls are
lookin' all the time
Good men is
something that
they can't find
'Cause if they
find one miraculously
They try to be lovin'
as they can be
If they find
one and let him go
Chances are they
might not never find
one no mo'

Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy

Manx:
Roll it over 'n
grease it down
I'll drive you through
the heart of town

Joe:
A good lovin' man
is hardest to find
A good woman needs
to ease her mind
And I know a few that
need to ease it behind
All y'gotta do is
grease it down
'N everything is fine

Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy

Manx:
Roll it over 'n grease
it down
I'll drive you through
the heart of town

Joe:
A girl don't need
No fancy grease
To get herself
Some rump release
Any kind
Of lube'll do
Maybe from another
Part of you
Lube from the North
Lube from the South
Take a little slobber
From the side of
your mouth
From your mouth
From your mouth
From your mouth
From your mouth
Roll it over
Grease it down
Here come that crazy
Screamin' sound...

Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey
so it'll go down easy
Roll it over 'n grease it
down, down, down
Grease it down...
Oh no! Here comes
that screamin' sound
again...

And sure enough the walls of the prison did rever- berate with all sorts of screamin' sounds as lawyers and execs and promo per- sonages all decide to jump on JOE for a spectacular high speed gang-bang leading to...

Yep, started uploading some of the things I've done, starting with recent (2007) stuff. My output is nowhere as high as many people (I am married, have a child, have a full-time job, etc) so I'm in no hurry to do commissions.

There will be some adult work forthcoming whenever I get around to finishing it, which will be "mature" tagged.

This has been an extremely busy year for me, and I apologize to anyone who may feel slighted by my dropping out of Internet sight for so long.

Yep, you read that right. I ned somewhere to stick my truly "adult" stuff, and wonder if I should even bother updating VCL.

Anyway, some newer stuff till I finally make up my mind about posting stuff here . . .

(This is a WIP of a much bigger picture, and brand new!)

http://www.elftown.com/stuff/11046_.....ThankYouDD.jpg

These are all done, newer listed first:

http://www.elftown.com/stuff/11046_.....?y=0&x=675

http://www.elftown.com/stuff/11046_.....?y=0&x=700

http://www.elftown.com/stuff/Trunky.....?y=0&x=600

http://www.elftown.com/stuff/Trunky.....?y=0&x=500

A long-stalled "naughty" WIP for an ancient since-concluded contest run by  ahkahna http://www.elftown.com/stuff/11046_.....?y=0&x=300

Not to mention that pic for  drakkor that I'm constantly re-starting _o

Recently finished stuff . . .

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53049421/
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53049756/

LJ versions:

http://paul-doyle.livejournal.com/115264.html?nc=8


Also, something entirely different, for a strange contest on http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/ about "trunk dragons" . It's also (in part) a parody of "Mystery Science Theater 3000".

I don't really see anything hot or kinky in this pic so far, but you be the judge:

http://pics.livejournal.com/paul_do...../pic/0002cpb3/
[IMG]http://pics.livejournal.com/paul_do.....002cpb3/[/IMG]


Anyway, patiently awaiting a day when there will be selective filters available on FA, so I can post my stuff without being revolted by cub porn, and the rest. (My view predates the FA drama, by the way.)

Finally completed something, for the first time since that "Butt-Slappers, Inc." picture I did for Ultraviolet a while back.

It's called "Untitled AKA 'Where's Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello?'" Rather work-safe, featuring Pauly the Anthro-Dragon and his family.

I'll be happy to post this stuff on FA if---and WHEN---there are selective filters so I don't have to see underaged stuff, but until then, I leave these links. I should have these on Deviant rather soon, Sheezy and VCL whenever I get to it, and Elfwood . . . whenever the hell it gets through that excruciating moderation queue they have over there :P

http://paul-doyle.livejournal.com/1.....tml?mode=reply


http://paul-doyle.livejournal.com/113042.html?nc=1

For future reference, there will be two categories of Pauly the Anthro-Dragon: as a single guy pretty much cavorting around with everyone (or doing randomly silly stuff), and as a married guy.

As a single guy, he can and will be found having (generally vanilla) fun with just about any consenting adult character, generally with females outnumbering males about 3 to 1. (One unfinished pic I have has Ahkahna having fun with him) He's a gentle but vigorous lover, so really hard core stuff ("VCL Horrors" stuff, for example) is completely out of character for him. I also refuse to draw most of the various fad fetishes, so that's that.

As a married guy (he doesn't visibly age because these anthro-dragons have triple the lifespans of humans, and he is still rather young yet fully mature in all of the pictures!) he'll still do goofy shenanigans, and still be an extremely good lover. . . to Kathy the Anthro-Dragoness. I have a whole bunch of these pictures planned. Whether the two of them will have group fun with other characters remains to be seen . . . though I made the kathy the Anthro-Dragoness character for my wife, it's her character and her character will do what she's comfortable with.


Anyway, I hope to be posting stuff to this site, once those selective filters are up and running . . .

I've decided that if and when FA provides selective filtering, I will upload to FA after all. I posted the previous entry before the drama, and generally speaking I still stand by what I wrote. However, I am a reasonable person, and generally quite tolerant. Though the whole idea of cub porn rankles me and beings bile to the back of my throat, I do realize that it's legal, and will stay legal from here on out.

So, if I can filter out the underaged shit---but not at the expense of the stuff I actually like---I will be reasonable and upload my stuff to FurAffinity.

Some WIP stuff I'm planning on completing in the next few months. I'm under no deadline, have a very busy real life, and I'm much better at writing than artwork:

http://pics.livejournal.com/paul_do.....e/pic/00022ps0

http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/stuff.....oveIconBig.jpg this is part of a bigger picture

http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/stuff.....tungByBees.jpg

http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/stuff.....meAtWork-2.jpg

http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/stuff.....LastInkWIP.jpg

http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/stuff.....ectiveWIP1.jpg

http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/stuff.....oliday)WIP.jpg

http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/stuff.....inal_11046.jpg

A lot of real-life complications seriously got in the way of my overall productivity in 2006!

Also, I am now trying to get my first novel published. Some (rather dated) stuff about it here: http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/_paul.....20book%20stuff Hope to have it updated soon :)

OK, the real reason why I haven't uploaded to FurAffinity isn't because of site difficulties (the site seems to be rather more stable now? No more annoying "Pool's Closed" messages?), or because of real-life exhaustion (I took a vacation after 18 months since the last vacation, and now I am generally feeling better-rested and more energized).

No, this is why I continue to lurk, comment and fave---BUT DO NOT POST MY ART:

t's because of the shota/loli/cub porn stuff that seems to be tolerated, even welcomed, on this site. As a father of a seven year old boy, this kind of stuff terrifies me, and as anyone who really knows me knows, I definitely have an open mind about a lot of things.

What may be "legal" now, may not necessarily be legal in the future, so I really hope the administrators of this site think long and hard about what they are doing, and about their responsibility to those who wish to use this site to its fullest.

So, with all that being said, I will continue to lurk and comment, but I will not post my art to this website, other than the icon of silly Pauly the Anthro-Dragon in "Darth Paranoia" mode. If this site ever gets shut down by the feds because of the underaged stuff, I'd rather not be involved. What a shame,

Most fringe fetishes are weird yet tolerated because despite their weirdness (scat, for example). They don't strike too close to home. Poop, after all, is poop. But children? Whole new ball-game, and one that should NOT be touched with a ten-foot pole, because of possible future legal implications. Children and adult art of ANY category do not mix in a tolerant yet sensible civilization. Pedophiles belong behind bars, and anything associated with pedophiles (not talking about babyfurs or diaperfurs, by the way) should deeply offend and agitate those of us who are here for adult art/yiff/wank material, whatever you want to call it. There's a lot of fucked-up but tolerable things in the fandom, but sexually charged pictures/illustrations of minors (not small-sized adults!) is just flat out intolerable.

And what brought this on, something I'd been waffling for a few months? This is about "Y!", but FurAffinity is mentioned in the comments.

http://ppgrainbow.deviantart.com/journal/9928768/

Anyway, no disrespecting this website or the people who run FA, because at its best FA is the best furry website I've seen, way the hell better than VCL and the rest. No trying to start drama or flame wars, but I am just trying to be real. You, the maintainers of this website, should make protecting your asses a big priority.

Get rid of the child porn = I upload my art to FA

Anyway, these are the places I've got stuff posted (LiveJournal frequently has WIP's) No surprise, I'm generally behind on all of them.

http://us.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Paul-Doyle/ (incredibly out-of-date!)

http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/p...../pjdoyle2.html (semi-updated)

http://paul.doyle.sheezyart.com/ (very out-of-date)

http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr/.....e/pjdoyle.html (way out-of-date)

http://pauldoyle.deviantart.com/ (most updated)


http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.....ser=paul_doyle (Is 90% public)

Damn, I have to get off my ass and upload the gallery, as I have previously mentioned o__o

Uploading as soon as possible (give me a week or so)

My current, most complete art gallery is at:

http://pauldoyle.deviantart.com/

My complete online writings (but not all the writing I've gerenerated over the last few years!) can be found here:

http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr/.....e/pjdoyle.html
(there are links to my Elfwood art pages there, too, which is identical to my dA page, but with much smaller scans, and no mating dragons picture :PPP)

I am planning several naughty, and several not-so-naughty drawings in the next few months, along with trying to get my first, dragon-heavy novel published with the big guns.

I'm Paul Doyle, as I wrote on FA before the old FA collapsed from tweakiness and stupid, destructive (and unavoidable?) furry drama, drama which undercuts this fandom more than anything than I've seen in the fairly short time I've been online (since 2003).

Anyhow, IF this place stays for good this time, I may yet upload something.

In the meantime, these are the places to find me:

(1) LiveJournal ---this gets updated more than anything else.
(2) Elftown
(3) Elfwood
(4) DeviantArt
(5) SheezyArt
(6) VCL

http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/p...../pjdoyle2.html

http://paul.doyle.sheezyart.com/

http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr/.....e/pjdoyle.html

http://pauldoyle.deviantart.com/

http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.....ser=paul_doyle

I'll give this place a month or two before I upload anything, because of what happened on the old FA. Does this site REALLY need to put its users through that kind of bullshit again?

I really, truly, fervently hope not.