So I was thinking the other day while I was at work, that I should try to do something to be social while at con this year. My mate won't be able to attend and I don't know that many people and I'm terrible at meeting new people in person -_-;

So I thought up "Tales for Tails"
Before con, I'd make a few dozen fluffy tail shaped, iced sugar cookies. Then I'd find a comfy place to plunk down with my basket of cookies and offer them to people in exchange for stories. Any kind of stories. Made-up stories, real stories, the story about that time your friend got wasted and tried to hit on a cop. Essentially, I'd be bribing people to be social with me. And most people would BS some two-minute nonsense and walk off with their treat. But maybe not, ya never know.

I should still probably check with con staff to make sure it wouldn't be against any con or hotel rules. But it's pretty harmless and I'm not asking for money for my goods so hopefully there won't be any issues.

Anywho, any feedback from the few people who will bother to read this?

It's bloody summer. Proper summer now that it's past the solstice. So why is it only 55 degrees out and cloudy in early afternoon? I know its Western WA and we typically have the most miserable weather for most of the year. But it's summer and even we get sun in the summer. T_T I just want to go to the beach in shorts and build sandcastles

My mother-in-law, wonderful as she is for raising my husband into the man that I love, is starting to drive me nuts. First of all, she wants my husband to stay in the Navy and retire after twenty years. Which would be nice, lifelong benefits and all that rot. But the deployments, around 6 months every summer for the past four four years, are weighing heavy on the both of us and we're thinking that he may not re-enlist due to the stress it puts on us as individuals and on our marriage.

But for some reason she believes that if I wasn't so sad over him being out of country for half a year at a time, he wouldn't feel bad about leaving me all alone and stay in until his retirement. 'Cause heaven forbid he would want to see his wife during summer months when we both have birthdays. I haven't seen my husband on either of our birthday's since '06.

Sarcasm and bitchyness aside, my mother-in-law's solution for this is to convince me that deployment isn't so bad. After all, now I can have all the me-time I want, I can rearrange the house how I like, he's not underfoot, I don't have to clean up after him, and so on and so forth. All that is perfectly applicable to a shorter away period. After a week, I've had all the me-time I need. After two weeks, I've rearranged anything I wanted to and gotten rid of anything he didn't actually need but refused to throw away (love you, dearest *kiss*). After a month, I've had all the chastity I can stand, I'm sick of only cooking for myself and the cat and I even look forward to picking up his dirty laundry cause by now I've washed everything and nothing smells like him anymore. And it's not creepy to smell my husband's things while he's gone... it's not...

So I'm still going with the excuse that she just doesn't understand the enormity of the situation. I'm very lucky to have my own mom who understands because my dad used to go up and fish in Alaska for a couple months at a time. It's not exactly the same, but it makes for a closer understanding than the comparison of a simple business trip. My mom just asks me if I'm ok and hugs me extra hard.

So I may just have to sit her down and try to explain things. And it'll likely come out in a huge mess of teenage angsty "I have this hole in my soul that swallows my joy" mess. I'll cry, I always do. And maybe it'll help and she'll stop trying to get me to take up a new hobby or something else that will supposedly fill the empty place in my bed and my home. And maybe she'll just pat me on the head and think I still need to get over this childish nonsense.

Bugger all...

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/...../#cid:19353089

 Zardis is trying to help raise funds for her Papa's funeral. Go help her out!

I have many complaints about gay porn. These mostly stem from the fact that it's written for other gay men, not women, and few of them care about seeing the guy's face when he's being penetrated (one of my favorite parts) or hearing them talk that isn't limited to "Yeah, fuck yeah, God yeah".
My biggest complaint that makes no sense is thus: Why is it, that in almost every gay porn I watch, the guy getting fucked never comes, hell he's rarely even hard. Is he pretending to be gay? Pretending to like it? I know guys can come from anal penetration, I've seen it. And even if they don't , they still get hard and want attention after the other guy is finished. So why!? Is there a fetish for soft, floppy dick that encompasses the entirety of the gay community that I don't know about? Does someone have an explanation? Has anyone else noticed?

So my computer gave me the blue screen of death today. It's been acting up and I probably should have done something about it sooner but I wasn't sure what to do since the two anti-spyware and anti-virus programs that i have and keep running weren't picking up anything definitive. *pout* And all my IT dudes have scattered to the four winds. So I'm thinking I need to just reformat the whole mess. Sooo not looking forward to that.

I also managed to set my phone in a puddle of water this morning. It then spent the day in a healing bath of dry rice and thankfully emerged working again. But I didn't have my phone all day and i can't remember phone numbers worth beans so I couldn't get ahold of my dad to retrieve the lawn mower he bought off of me that I needed back for a day. I needed it back because the service I was going to hire to do the final mow on the house I'm moving out of kept putting us off and putting us off until it's the last day now and the lawn is a jungle. Douchebags. And when I drove out to my dad's house to get the lawnmower after i got off work at 10 tonight, he told me that it was at his shop for no particular reason but i could come get it tomorrow.

So now I have to drive from work to the shop back to my old place to mow the whole thing tomorrow after I get off work at 11 and before I have to go in to my second job at 4. Plus move the last of the things from the house that i couldn't sell on craigslist. Does anyone want a 42" flatscreen btw? Or a massive computer desk?

I think that tomorrow after work, I'll be eating all of the ice cream left in my freezer... it won't actually help anything, but I'll feel happy for a couple hours

It's on E-bay now!

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=270757159413&ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT

Original journal: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2372932/

I'm helping a friend get rid of a few things before he has to move cross country.

The helmet is black, 14 gauge steel with a hinged, barred faceplate. It's sized HUGE to allow for plenty of padding to protect your pretty skull from meanies with big swords. It was only used as a decoration piece so no dents or chips. Doubtful that it'll fit over a fursuit head unless it's a very small head and you can cut holes for ears with a cutting torch :P

Pictures are here http://seattle.craigslist.org/see/s.....397070078.html Just ignore the Pick-up by May 26th thing. That's when he's leaving but if it doesn't sell that quickly, I'll be holding onto it until it does. We live in the Everett Wa. area for pick up. Delivery only possible if the buyer is willing to pay shipping costs.

Asking price is 50$ which is damn cheap. This: http://www.bytheswordinc.com/p-1230.....ge-ah2108.aspx is the same helmet going for almost triple the price.

Note me if you're interested :)

I've reached the stage during my husband's deployment where I'm all kinds of mopey and miserable. :( I passed the immediate "Oh god he's gone and I'm not going to see him for seven months," crying in bed at night for a couple days phase. Then I sailed through the "Novelty" phase when it isn't so bad that he's gone and now I can get all this stuff done and not worry about when I need to be home in time to see him before we have to go to bed or if I need to make dinner for him or did he forget to do anything or do I need to get anything for him. (I'm sort of a mothering wife, now that I read that back to myself :P)

Now is the miserable "He's going to be gone forever and I have no one to cuddle or sex or torment or any of the other stuff we do together. This will take up a decent amount of time before I reach the "Acceptance" phase where it's not so awful, I can get through this I'm a big girl and I've done it three times now. So I moped around work today, luckily there's no one there except me to notice and ask if I'm ok because that always ends up sending me into fresh waterfalls of tears.

I feel kind of bad whining to my friends, especially when they have actual, important problems to deal with. Like "Where am I going to live?" and "Why can't I find a job?" But  unlovedcoatwearer was nice enough to comfort me a bit.

And that's kind of it. That's my mope for the week and hopefully I'll be better tomorrow in time for working all day.

So yeah, I saw it. Well, mostly saw it because I'm kind of short and a mosh pit is not really a good place for little dragons like me :P I saw all the lights and special effects and fire and bubbles and confetti and even the evil laser eyed babies. But Till and the rest could only be viewed if enough short people were between me and the stage.

On the subject of Till, that man has some amazing arms :D

Oh, and I saw someone catch fire on stage. Then the internet told me that he was a trained professional and that happens at every show this tour. :/ Why would you do that?

That is all!

So I'd like to go to Rainfurrest but only if I can share a room with someone or more than one someones. I would be sharing a room with my mate but he'll still be in Russia or Australia or Timbuktu or something around that time so that's not helpful.

I wouldn't mind joining a group looking for one more or just another single fur for a double occupancy room. I am a bit of a prude so I'm not up for heavy drinking or crazy parties in the room and heaven help you if I catch an orgy in there >.> But I'm certainly up for a bit of social drinking, not-so-crazy parties and new friends. ^^

I'd be driving down to the con Friday and staying until Sunday morning when I have to go back to work.

If there's only two of use, I'd rather the other person be female, but a mixed gender group is fine.

Send me a note if you're interested :)

...The ones that if you split with them on bad terms, it affects every aspect of your life. Those people who are integrated into your life so deeply that seeing the friends you have together is painful because nearly every memory you have with each and every friend is a memory with that one person you can never see again because of the pain it will dredge up. Knowing that your favorite song is one they introduced to you. That your favorite movie is one you've curled up with them to watch. That your every important decision for the last however long has been with their consideration in mind. That you'll never be able to go to half a dozen restaurants without thinking of them. That there's a million tiny words/phrases/jokes/complaints/compliments that will drag their face forefront in your mind no matter how long its been since you've seen them. That seeing a hair color, a shirt, a walk, a gesture will remind you of that person you held so dear until it was ruined.

That person that can make the most sane, stable and conservative person pour her heart out for others to read like a hormone driven teenage girl and seriously consider committing bodily harm or at the very least physical harm to someone else's property.

Sometimes I hate those people...

So I realized a while back that Pyromanthes has never really been drawn with clothes. I think it happened once and only kind of added to hide breasteses.

So I've been pondering how to put clothes on a creature with wings that extend most of the way down her back where they attach to her body. And then I had a brilliant idea. Hollow wing gauges, the kind that you see in people's ears that they store pencils and pens in. Placed at or close to the joining of wing to back, they would allow for corset style lacings to hold clothes on to her torso without trying to maneuver around them. Rather brilliant I thought to myself. But then I was talking to myself so I think everything I think is brilliant.

YOU JUST WOKE UP NAKED IN BED NEXT TO ME...

While using only three words, what would you say if this were to happen?

Note: If you comment, please copy and paste this as your journal, so I may comment on yours as well. Be a good sport. ;3

Stolen from  unlovedcoatwearer

I know it's a couple days too late, but April 4th marks the day that  Elijah_rayne and I have been together for six years, two of which we have also been married. He surprised me with half a dozen red roses at work and lit a million candles in our bedroom to celebrate. ^^ I love you so much, my dearest fox.

Introduction: Inside my abused brain lives a multitude of strange, irritating and generally horny characters. An incubus, several vampires, a few dragon hybrids and a couple winged dudes. They've been there so long that they have all developed their own personalities, quirks, demands, backgrounds, alternate selves, and relationships towards each other. These beasts are uncontrollable, wretched, annoying and invasive to my normal day to day life. Usually to disastrous results. Enjoy!

Dom: Pyro, we found your friend!
Pyro: Wut?
Dom, Aiden, Alex, Zach: *proudly display wiggling canvas sack*
Pyro: *texts someone*
Phone: New message!
Pyro: My coon friend is safely at home in Vancouver
Zach: Raccoons text? *pokes canvas sack*
Canvas Sack: *chitters angrily*
Pyro: O.O You caught a real raccoon!?
Aiden: Of course, what else?
Pyro: My coon friend Ome is a furry!
Alex: A what?
Pyro: An anthropomorphic animal/human hybrid
Dom: But it said it was your friend
Pyro:... it said?
Zach: I speak raccoon
Pyro:You do what now? oO
Zach: I asked if it was the raccoon friend of Pyromanthes and it said yes. >.> Or it asked for fish, the words are similar.
Pyro: . . .
Dom: So, does that mean this isn't your pretty submissive bisexual friend?
Pyro: If I said it was, would you still want to sleep with it?
Dom: *eyes sack* . . .
Pyro: God dammit, Dom
Dom: *points to self* Incubus!

The End! ^^

...be interested in the nonsense goings on in my brain? I have half a dozen random story plots/excerpts/chapters involving furry chars but I'm thinking none of you would really care. This is FA after all, a place for visual art more than text based. But perhaps I'll just post stuff here in my journal that no one reads just to get it out of my head and in case someone needs a giggle or two. :P

... that I didn't have anything up on my profile about my wonderful mate. I had something there but I must have taken it down and forgotten to replace it. So here it is for those of you who won't bother to be looking at my profile because you already have and why would you think to look again. :P

To whom it may concern,
This dragon is happily mated to  elijah_rayne and would appreciate it if no sleazy comments would be given either to herself or her mate. Letting me know that my character is attractive and well drawn is lovely and should also be passed onto the talented artist. Telling me that you want my fursona bent over a coffee table for a good ride makes me want to tear off your WASD keys and stick fridge magnets to your hard drive case.

Today was a glorious, glorious day.

So today started out decently, woke up later than usual (8:30am) rolled into Shift #1 complete with a decent parking space even. Blah blah blah, head home, try to take a shower, no clean towels. Wash towels, dry towels, have to leave before towels are done to get to Shift #2 on time.

At work, things go along fine, I'll even make it out a mite early because there's so much leftover bread from yesterday. Tell coworker not to get rid of this one bread so I don't have to make more.
A few hours later, I got to wrap up this leftover bread to save for tomorrow. Oh look, my coworker has given away half of it to the guy trhat picks up our day old bread for a homeless shelter. Great, now I have to make another batch of bread.
When I pull some bread out of the oven to turn it for even baking. a pan containing four loaves of bread tips the wobbly shelf and pitches onto the floor. Now I don't have enough to complete my special order and I have to make a new batch.
Shortly thereafter, I manage to tip over a jug of oil and don't notice until it's glugged half of its contents onto the floor. Great.
So I have to make bread I didn't need in the first place, bread I shouldn't have needed to make, and clean up a gallon or so of oil from a concrete floor.
Half hour later I realize my debit card is missing.

Bloody fucking wonderful

Why it is that dragons seem to be the most difficult creatures for artists to draw? No fur details, usually no hair at all, it's kinda like a nekkid fur. Most of us have few tattoos and/or markings and horns are just elongated versions of claws. Why do so few artists consent to dragon art? Mebbe its the wings...

Rosemary Urquico > quotable quote
"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."
— Rosemary Urquico

My husband is home and it is cause for celebration. Mostly sex... lots of sex. Me an' him, goin' at it like bunnies. XP

Yay bunnies!

That's about it... kind of sad... I have to wish myself happy birthday.

That is all.

Someone posted this on my facebook and I loved it so much I wanted to share it with all of you!

Zarla made a video of all of their favorite characters doin' some awesome DDR. XD


http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/510929

Tagged by my husband  Elijah_Rayne

1. I'm taking four years to finish a two-year degree... that still isn't done yet.

2. I play airsoft. One of two girls on an official team. And yes, I am actually half-good at it.

3. I can't keep a clean room. No matter the threats from my husband, the floor is still only at 10% visibility.

4. I had an imaginary boyfriend up until 17 #>.<# I know I know, shut up.

5. My toes are red.

6. So is half of my hair.

7. I had two weddings, with the same guy, less than a year apart

8. I had all four of my wisdom teeth popped out last Thursday

Tagging:

 -Kaia-
 YamiEngeru