Just found out my sisters pregnant and I don't know how too react to that. Sure didn't help that I was the last person in our whole entire very big family to find out.

Puerto Rico got his by a 6.6 earthquake this morning. There's been damages, and no electricity on the whole entire island, and made worse by my mother being absolutely hysterical, she just can't seem to calm down, with is stressful to say the list. There's no damages in my area since we weren't close to the epicenter, just really annoying to live up a mountainside with no electricity and also no proper car to go down into town, as up here we don't have even phone service if there's no electricity. We're currently using our emergency generator for a few hours to check the news, charge our electronics and to get our fridge and freezer going for a few hours, build up some cold so our food won't spoil.

Hopefully this was the worst of it all and nothing bad happens after this, no earthquake, no tremors, and that we get power back soon. Wish us luck, everyone, I'll do my best to stay in touch.

Just spreading the word for the raffle, and hopefully have a chance at it too:

https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/9171278/

So, ever since the new Halloween premiered in theaters, I've been wanting to go see it but have been unable to. I decided that today, Monday, I would go see it at the 9:30 PM showing. During the afternoon, I was sent to a small store further up the mountain from me to buy cat food. On my way back, some guy comes driving like an absolute maniac, very fast and in the middle of the very narrow road, so I was forced to swerve off-road to avoid the car, or else it would've crashed into me.

It just had to happen on the one single stretch of road where there is a two foot cement block for no reason, just sitting there, and my wheels crash into it. Both right side wheels of the car downright exploded from the impact despite the fact that I was driving slowly. I had to hitch a ride home, Dad had to borrow someone else's spare tire and use the car's own just to bring the car home, now tomorrow he has to buy two brand new tires. Meaning I was unable to go see the movie and now Dad has to spend a lot of money on new wheels.

So, after we bring the car home, I sit down, my appetite gone, just feeling down and depressed. And then the phone rings, I pick it up. It's from a lady at the central offices of the movie theater (it's a franchise with around 30 theaters throughout the island, my town included). She says she has a resume of mine, which I had taken to the movie theater some time back, and she asked if I was available to go to the central offices at our island's biggest mall (around a 45 to 60 minute drive from my house) for a job interview, to which I immediately said yes. I've always wanted to work at a movie theater, plus I have been looking for a job for some time now and nowhere would hire me, but now I have a chance, and it would be so good and mean a lot to me if I get hired.

The most ironic thing, though? I wanted to go today to see Halloween at the movie theater and was unable to due to that shit with the car, and then shortly afterwards they call me for a job interview for the movie theater, and the interview is this Wednesday at 1:00 PM. Wednesday being October 31st. Halloween. This cannot be a coincidence.

Why are names the hardest damn thing to come up with for a character? I got a character just waiting in the wings but I still have not been able to come up with a name for him. i got a surname, but I need a first name, and it's the most difficult damn thing. Do you guys agree with me, how the toughest part about new characters is naming them? Or do you think there's more difficult stuff?

Well, it's been almost a year since my last Character Bits journal. To be fair, a lot of bad things happened during 2017 and we're still dealing with it. Still, I can't fall behind on stuff more than I already am, so here are more random bits of information about my characters:


Wayne is very much a showoff macho kind of guy. As such, he will never in his life dare to admit to anyone, especially his brother, that like the city kid he is, he's terrified of cockroaches.

Having grown up in a farm with just his dad, Freddy had to learn to tend to himself and his dad a lot from a very young age. As such, he's actually quite the good cook, the second best among all my guys right behind Cyrus, who cooks for a living. He also has no problem doing most of the typical house chores, except for one thing, and that is windows. Cleaning windows is the bane of Freddy's existance.

Despite how much of a hard worker he is and his insistance of being freelance and available for the job 24/7, Mason still tries his best to take the occasional day off, not just to unwind and have fun himself, but also to spend more time with his son, like going to the movies, taking him to carnivals or to buy comic books, eating out together, etc.

Despite french fries being his actual favorite food, Remmy's favorite full meal is breakfast, and other than his uncle Cyrus's breakfast, no breakfast satisfies Remmy more than the one at Waffle House. It's one of Remmy's favorite eateries and he goes often, especially very late at night, as fitting with his more nocturnal nature.

And going with the above bit, Cyrus takes great pride in his work running his Bed & Breakfast, especially when it comes to the actual breakfast part of things. As such, when his favorite nephew Remmy decides to have breakfast at Waffle House rather than at the B&B (namely because Waffle House is closer to his home, open 24 hours and Remmy wouldn't want to bother his uncle so late at night), Cyrus feels his pride be insulted and Remmy ends up getting an earful from his uncle.

Visited a cousin in a place called Plant City in Florida from December 15th to the 31st. It had amazing moments, it had bad moments (namely my mother and also my aunt's granddaughter essentially ruining most of the trip for me, and also a bout of food poisoning that kept me indoors for almost a full week). Came back home yesterday after the very, very cold temperatures gave me a bit of a cold. Been at home since yesterday afternoon, arrived to find that Dad had done no groceries at all, which is the one thing we asked him to do while we were gone, so yesterday everything closed early, today nothing opened, there's nothing to eat here and right now we're all hungry. Way to go, Dad...

Overall? I've decided that my next visit to the U.S will be without anyone tagging along with me so they won't ruin the trip for me. And hopefully make it a permanent trip. I made it no secret that I did not want to return to this drab, boring, annoying, podunk town I live in. I fell in love with Plant City, with the many things and places we don't have here, with the awesome food that, again, you can't find here, and with the people there. Hell, my own family members that we were visiting and also some neighbors I befriended wanted me to stay. God, I'm so freaking depressed right now...

I'm back. Currently visiting family in the U.S and got very sick two days in. Hoping to get better soon so I can go back to actually enjoying this visit, and also hoping to catch up here, I'm very behind.

Managed to scrounge up some internet. I was one of very few who spent the hurricane all calm, most others were freaking out. At first I was also doing a damn fine job in the day to day life. Not so much anymore. Getting certain things like water for drinking is difficult. Our old generator is on the fritz and it has taken hundreds of dollars to "fix", it keeps breaking down, and no generator means everything we buy for the fridge gets spoiled and mus be thrown out, which is wasted money. Haven't found a job. Dad's cranky as hell and Mom's whiny and hysterical around 95% of the time and it drives me goddamn insane. And then there's the stuff we lost at home due to hurricane damages.

Yeah, it's been real rough and getting to me. We're managing somehow, hopefully things get better, especially since my older brother bought and sent us a brand new generator (which I hope Dad won't ruin). And I miss you all very much.

Hey guys. I was without a computer for several days, just got it back in time to let ya'll know what Irma didn't do to us, this new hurricane will. It's a big, tough one and I'll be away until power and internet is restored, and who knows how long that will be after it hits us. Wish me luck, love you all and look forward to returning and seeing you again.

Hey guys. Hurricane was hell. Not the hurricane, but spending it with my family. Next time I will go spend it with m aunt, they played games and baked meringues. So a lot of trees went down, we have no internet, no phone service, no electricity., no idea when we'll get it back, I'm only able to say this through the emergency generator, which won't last long. Thanks to everyone for all the good wishes!

Sorry I've been unable to communicate earlier, guys. We've been too busy and stressed trying our best to prep for Hurricane Irma, which is going to hit us directly starting tomorrow. It's a category 5, and based on wind speeds, the most powerful hurricane that has ever hit our island. I live in a mountain area too, which means plenty of fallen trees, mud and rock slides along the road, and rivers gone wild, so it's basically a given that I will be out of touch with you guys for who knows how long.

I have to go now to get gas and a few extra things we need. Pray for us and wish us luck. See you guys on the other side.

Wanted to push back that awful previous journal entry, and I'm still wracking my brain trying to come up with new Character Bits. So, may as well try this. Ask me anything you want and I'll do my best to answer.

In my almost 35 years of life, my main goal has been to stay out of trouble and just live normally and uneventfully. I have managed to do so for the most part, whereas my sister's more on the wild side, with a hair trigger temper to match, which is why she and our bible thumping, critical, paranoid, self-proclaimed "morally superior" mother are constantly fighting lately, just screaming at each other on a constant basis. Thing about it is that, as siblings, my sister and I have almost nothing in common and often don't get along, but nevertheless we have always had each other's backs, even in the simplest issues. Their most recent fight just a few days ago came from the fact that my sister's phone is damaged, so she's borrowing both Mom's and my very old, crappy flip-phone. She uses my phone for calls and short text messages with her friends when she goes to work and stays out till the next day, and at home she uses Mom's to check Instagram and talk with friends. The fight came because sister forgot to close her Instagram on Mom's phone and Mom wet through my sister's messages because "she can tell" that my sister is "going down the wrong path". My sister was understandably furious about her privacy being invaded and they had a huge blowout of a fight, in which I defended my sister and had her back the whole way.

So imagine my surprise when my mother comes to me very late at night looking grim as can be to tell me that, while my sister has been using my phone, she started reading my other text messages that I forgot to delete, some of them from an older gay man who I befriended almost a decade ago, someone I trust and feel comfortable talking about sexual things with because I know he won't judge me and I feel he can teach me a lot as a person who's had to deal with sexuality issues as well. So some of these texts were sexual in nature, because I feel comfortable talking sexual things with him and sometimes we even joke around about it, but nothing wrong or amoral has ever happened. After my sister did what she got angry at Mom for doing to her, she jumped to conclusions about the messages, panics, calls home and talks to Mom, says she has something important to talk to with Dad (sister confides in Dad most for everything) and asks to talk to Dad. She tells Dad about it, saying she's worried I may be mixed up in something bad, that maybe some depraved old man's trying to take advantage of me. Naturally, Dad wasted no time in telling Mom.

That led to Mom reading me a huge riot act for the better part of an hour, and nothing I said, no assurances, nothing calmed her, until I was cornered to the point of having to come out as bisexual to her and Dad. Dad barely reacted, he just wanted to go to bed and did so, and I assume I may hear about it all later. Mom, who has become a paranoid, bible thumping nutjob over the past few years, I basically saw her deflate. She criticized me, nothing I said about anything calmed her down, she's now painting me as some sort of depraved, corrupted idiot who will go to jail for texting sexual talk with someone because, and I ain't even kidding with this, she says that being caught with sexual messages in your phone or online will land me in jail, like how it happened to some politician here in our island who had been caught texting sexually with a 17 year old girl and it landed him in jail. Of course, sexual text messages between me and someone older than me has zero pedophilia or anything of the sort, but then she says that if the man I know gets caught doing something illegal, I'll be guilty by association because of the texts and go to jail. Basically, there is no appeasing her...

She also tried grilling me over info on my gay friend, which I refused to give except for the barest of details (he works as an event organizer, he bakes amazing looking cakes, he's a movie buff with a big movie collection, he lives with his elderly parents, his siblings and his nephews) because it's none of her damn business and I will not bring drama and problems to my friend's life over Mom's prejudices. She keeps saying that if I hid this friend from her and everyone for almost ten years and continue to do so, then it's because something bad is going on. I made it clear that the reason I've hidden it all this time is because I knew damn well she would react this way, that a disaster like this would happen, but no matter how much I insist that this man is a good person and that he and I have never done anything wrong or amoral (the guy lives with elderly parents who never leave the house and his siblings and nephews also live there, the house is never empty, so we can't exactly do sexual things!), she firmly believes that he's some sort of depraved sexual predator who's doing illegal things and will land me in jail for associating with him. She went on a tirade that I used to be one of the few things in her life that didn't stress her much and she could feel secure about, because of my anti-social tendencies having a positive side, as in I don't go out much, and when I do it's just to my best friend's house (he's like part of the family) or to run errands, that I don't drink or smoke or go to bars or discos or anything of the sort, I've never been in trouble with the law at all, I try to do good and go out of my way to help anyone who needs it. But now she sees me as something else entirely, and it's not positive in any way.

So, yeah, all of that happened. My mother will make me miserable from now on because of her paranoia and prejudices, she basically told me outright that from now on she'll be watching me like a hawk and monitoring who I communicate with, where I go and where I am. She says she is not angry about my sexual orientation, that she respects it ad that she's only worried for my well being due to the "people I've chosen to associate with". To her I'm not the "flawed but good son who'll never cause trouble" any longer, I am now someone low, stupid, perverted, irresponsible and untrustworthy, someone she's disappointed in. I don't know how my father will react, but I suspect that while not as judgmental as Mom, it's still not gonna be good.

I had a long talk with my sister when she got home too, because this is all her fault. Turns out her opening the text was an accident. It figures, right? She gets lots from her friends and opened one of mine by mistake thinking it was for her, and seeing the lewd, sexual nature of it, she got worried for m. She admitted to panicking and not knowing what to do and thus called Dad, as she always has, to talk to him about it because she was scared for my well being, also admitting that she should've contacted me first or waited to talk to me. The only silver lining in this is her accepting all the responsibility of this having happened. She's always been as open minded as me and she's got zero issues with me being bisexual. And she is beyond mortified about herself being the cause of this whole thing happening, she's very angry at herself for doing that to me after all the times I've stood up for her, and that the least she can do is stand up for me if Mom starts going off on me again. She says she absolutely refuses to allow our parents to belittle and demean me, especially Mom, and that she'll be by my side and have my back through it all. That's a small, tiny bit of relief in all this. It's something, at least.

I'm exhausted. Distressed. Crushed. I want to be alone, but at the same time I want the people I love and trust close to me because I don't know if I could handle being alone right now.

My birthday is this Tuesday the 15th. I wanted it to be at least a decent day. Now I'm dreading every waking hour ahead of me from now on. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to pick myself back up. Right now I'm physically and emotionally drained. I need to go to bed. I just wish I could stay there forever and not have to ever get up to deal with what happened and whatever is coming after.

If you've managed to read this far down, then thank you for caring. Wish me luck, please. I feel I need that and more.

It's July 20th. Starting today, the next ten days are going to be emotionally difficult and draining for me. It's been exactly one year since myself and others lost  stormcatcher, he passed away nine days before his birthday, which was the 29th. That was already very harsh to lose a great friend, but on July 30 of last year, ten days after the passing of my friend, my grandmother passed away as well, and it was horrible having to deal with the fact that two people who I cared for so much passed away. I still miss them terribly and just need to get my head straight during this time.

I kinda hate it. Don't ask me why, just something about guys using that word to refer to other guys that ticks me off.

So please, never ever call me "bro". Not as a casual friendly way to refer to me, not as a joke, not as anything. It's icky.

Not long ago, I got a fave in one of the pictures in my gallery, and the person who faved it (did not comment on it), let's just say I'm not fond of them. Simply put, I don't like this person at all, haven't liked them for years. It's not like this person did anything to me directly, it was that they badly insulted people I care about and made them feel bad, and hurting people I care about is a surefire way to perpetually piss me off.

I admit, one of my negative traits is that I can hold a grudge like nobody's business, I don't forget and I don't forgive. Do something nasty to someone I care about and I latch on to the "fuck you and go rot on a ditch" train with an iron grip. So to have this person fave one of my pics, well, it just soured my mood and honestly put a bad taste in my mouth. Does anyone feel I may be taking it too much at heart? >_>

Hey guys. Here's my newest journal featuring random bits of info about my guys. Hope you enjoy:


Remmy's not just the pickiest eater you can imagine, he's also a bad cook. His attempts at cooking tend to end in results that range from average-out-of-pure-luck to downright disasters, and he's far more used to "cooking" by using the oven than by using the stove top because it's far easier and less likely to fail. It's one of the reasons he loves the cooking competition "Worst Cooks in America", because he can relate to the contestants. And ironically, despite how bad he is as a cook, he's a genuinely good baker when it comes to desserts and the like.

Mason is a self-admitted dirty old man and is always on the lookout for attractive young ladies to have sex with, but his age and grizzled looks make him rather unpopular with many a young lady. His solution for that tends to be college girls, as he has found they tend to give him more of a chance, be it as initiation dares for sororities, or as ways to try to reduce his fee when he fixes things at dorms, or him swooping in if he overhears a lady being mad at her inattentive jock boyfriend and wanting payback, since as Mason puts it, "young guys should be spoiling their gals rather than doing drunken bullshit with their friends", and he's more than willing to show how better he is at pleasing women than drunken fratboys.

Because he grew up mainly in the farm with just his father and occasional farmhands keeping him company, Freddy grew up mostly with no women around, except for the times he'd stay over with his mom alongside his brother Wayne. As such, not only is Freddy a bit of a mama's boy around his mom, as he absolutely adores her and cherishes any time spent with her, but at the same time he's got no clue what to talk about with women in general and is painfully shy and awkward if trying to engage one in conversation.

Wayne always gets rather uncomfortable when anyone asks him what he plans to work on once his job as a model ends, seeing as how models come and go and agencies stick with younger people. The reason Wayne gets uncomfortable is because even he has no idea what he'd do once his job as a model ends, and is still trying to figure it out.

Cyrus actually owns a set of leather gear, including chaps, harness and the like, gifted to him by a couple of friends/customers who are into that, and he often gets invited to go to leather focused parties or activities, but he always makes up an excuse to never attend, be it family matters, job matters or anything convenient. Turns out that Cyrus just isn't into the leather thing at all and even found the gear rather uncomfortable, but he doesn't want his friends to know because he feels it would be like insulting them on their gift to him.

So I was trying to find something to read and found this 4-issue series by IDW from 2012 that they never continued despite a sequel hook. And it's full of alien furries who know nothing but fighting and battle, who invade earth to find some weapons and only 3 good furries (ram, bird and walrus) and some human woman with a stupid main-character-of-a-bad-fanfic name who can talk to them can stop the mayhem. It's really fucking weird and it barely makes any sense. But at least the walrus is freaking adorable.

http://readcomiconline.to/Comic/Battle-Beasts

And here we have the sixth installment of my Character Bits, adding in more bits of random info to my established characters so you get to know more about them, bit by bit. Here are the ones for this time, feel free to comment:

Remmy loathes few things as much as the power or water service going out for who knows how many hours for whatever reason. No electricity annoy him because he doesn't want stuff in his fridge and freezer spoiling, no water outright stresses him out because he can't deal with his OCD about washing his hands constantly, and the longer he goes without washing his hands, the more stressed out and frazzled he gets.

Mason may be a dirty old man but he doesn't particularly trust himself with virgins. Not that he's careless, on the contrary, he's quite an attentive guy during sex, but he's not exactly small down there, being the most hung among my guys, so taking a woman's virginity with his big dick just makes him feel worried that he'll cause her discomfort.

Living in a farm most of the time, Freddy has no internet connection and only three channels on television, plus no malls or movie theaters or anything nearby. So whenever he goes to stay with his Wayne in the city, he goes wild. From wanting to go and check every store at a mall, to catching a movie in theaters or eat at a variety of places, he can be a bit difficult to control in his child-like eagerness and can go at it for hours. The only way to get him to sit still for a few hours is to make him watch Youtube videos, which just hook him.

Wayne originally sneered at Freddy's proficiency for wrestling after the rottweiler got taken under the wing of a badass military fellow to learn the art. But after witnessing a practice match between his little brother and the coach, and not being shy about how much the coach turned him on, Wayne has started taking wrestling lessons himself, and even pondering on possibly incorporating wrestling into one of his strip shows.

Cyrus doesn't need glasses, but he keeps a pair with no prescription (that he got for a Halloween costume) for the sole reason that he likes the way he looks with glasses, and he finds that some people find the look with the glasses sexy, so he now likes to occasionally just wear the glasses for the hell of it.

Seeing as how my buddy  nievelion is also going to start doing his own Character Bits journals, I've decided to make my fifth one, and we may be mentioning one another's characters in our journals to go with character bits that involve both his characters and mine. So, here we go, more random stuff about my characters, and go check Nieve's when he has his up too:


Anyone who knows Remmy thinks that all he watches on tv are horror movies and cartoons. Those who know him better know that he also likes the occasional action/adventure flick, including superhero movies. He's also very fond of cooking shows despite being way too picky an eater. And two of his absolute favorite shows are "The Golden Girls" and "Murder, She Wrote", which he adores (the former due in part due to being the only sitcom to truly make him laugh and the latter because he adores old school murder mysteries) and he will binge-watch them any chance he gets.

Mason is a handyman-for-hire, and he makes sure people know he's up for any job, 24/7. People have actually called him late night or well after midnight to fix things for them and he won't complain, because money's money, and being available at all hours makes customers trust him even more. He's actually rather fond of late night jobs, because he enjoys going to a local bakery named Loafers (managed by Nieve's snow leopard, Garrett), which opens at 5:00 AM, to get a fresh cup of coffee and goodies that have been just baked and came right out of the oven.

Wayne and Freddy are twins but are so vastly different not just in personality, but also in fashion sense. Wayne was raised mainly in the city and is now a model, so he's very into good clothes, looking stylish, hot and trendy, and he has a closet so full and varied that it puts the women on his family to shame (and it's a big family), whereas Freddy is a humble, farm-raised fellow and owns very few clothes besides overalls and socks, used to going around shirtless with just his overalls, boots or sneakers. When they hang together, Wayne always tries to get Freddy to dress up good, but usually fails, Freddy's too comfy in his simple overalls.

Cyrus is bisexual and likes men almost as much as women. But there is one type of gay man he cannot stand, and that is the kind that has this "mission" of wanting to turn bisexual and especially straight men into gay. That concept really ticks Cyrus off, and he has actually kicked guys out of bed and told them to get the hell out of his house just for being open about that kind of mentality. He has mentioned that the arrogance of wanting to change a person's sexuality for their own selfish whims just pisses him off.

So for a while now I have been working on a couple more characters for myself. I've finally managed to finish one. I decided to go with another Dilf type, because why not, I love older men. I wanted a bear for variety, and after some thought on what kind of bear, I decided to go for a panda. Namely because pandas are often portrayed as cutesy and goofy, so I made mine anything but. Though he has no pics (yet), here's info on him.

His name is Michael Giordano, but he goes by Mick. Only his family calls him Michael, to everyone else he's Mick, and he hates being called Mike, but nobody knows why. Mick's in his early 50's and about six feet tall with a decent musculature to him. Muscular arms, legs, pecs, broad shoulders, all of it from many years as a construction worker, which he still is today. Despite his muscles he does have a nice, soft belly to him, nothing too chubby, just pleasantly plump. He has brown eyes and a nice beard, black with some greying here and there, nice salt and pepper look.

Mick's not exactly what you'd call a jolly guy, though. In fact, he's quite a grumpy old man. He doesn't have many friends and enjoys his privacy, just those moments of peace and quiet. He's not as patient as some of my other guys, and has no tolerance for bullshit, and he's rather intimidating when angry. He's not exactly a jerk, just a private man who's selective of those he chooses to socialize with and call friends, and in fact, he can be quite charming when he tries, and is very loyal to the people he cares about. His looks and overall demeanor give him this gruff, grizzled look that some people wouldn't consider handsome, but other people do.

Mick lives by himself in a small trailer park, though he hasn't been living there long. He doesn't care if people call him "trailer trash", it's fairly inexpensive and he likes it. Though he lives alone, Mick is actually married, legally. His wife Elaine and him were married for years, but as with many marriages, the magic just fizzled out. Thing is that at their age, they didn't want to go through the process of a divorce, they figured it would cost a lot of money and be very stressful, so they each went their own way while still being married, though Mick is willing to officially divorce her if she meets someone else and wants to marry them. Despite the separation, they both unconditionally love their kids, daughter Sylvie, who's in college, and teenage son Lucas, who lives with his mom but will sometimes stays with his dad.

Mick's very much a manly man. He enjoys sports, action movies, booze, cigars, spending time with his few friends, and of course, sex. And because this is me we're talking about, I made him bisexual just for the variety in fun. To him, it doesn't matter if it's a man or woman, both are fine in helping him get his rocks off, just shove his seven inches of thick black cock into them. His approach can vary, as he can be both a fairly attentive and smooth lover but also a very gruff, rough fucker that'll leave people satisfied but sore. He tends to be rougher with men and smoother and gentler with ladies, but he is willing to use both approaches with both genders if the person he's with wants a specific kind of fuck. Usually he goes at it in his trailer, helped by most of his neighbors being elderly and the closest one being hard of hearing, but he'll do it anywhere, sometimes won't even wait to get to the trailer and just do it right in the car or wherever place seems fun.

So that's all there is to say about my newest character for now. i hope I can get a pic of him to properly display his looks, and I hope you all like him too.

I always strive to not talk politics, but when some dumbass in my watch list was going all raging white night defending the piece of shit that is Trump, I couldn't click Unwatch fast enough. Ain't we all here to have fun? Don't talk about politics! Especially if you have a stupid opinion. Yeah, it's his opinion, doesn't stop it from being stupid.

So yesterday at around 2:30 PM, the island of Puerto Rico was struck with a blackout. The whole entire island! I don't remember it ever happening before outside of a hurricane. There was a fire at a power plant and it somehow took out the electricity on the entire island. It is currently almost 24 hours after the fact and still nothing. Only reason I'm writing this is cause Dad finally got our emergency generator to work, so I can catch up on stuff online.

It had been said that it would take less than 12 hours to restore power, and we see now that they were full of shit. Apparently they're focusing mainly on the capital of the island and the cities around it and everything else will come later, because why the fuck not? It may well be 48 hours or more with no electricity for most of the island. That means some businesses will be unable to open their doors and their merchandise may get ruined (namely ice cream parlors and the like), not to mention all the people having to make do with flashlights, lanterns or candles and the stuff on their fridges and freezers getting ruined too. And have I mentioned the boredom? Holy fuck, the boredom. I'm lucky I have comic books and my portable DVD player, which I'm recharging now after using last night.

So, yeah, this event is another reason why I'm not exactly fond of my homeland.

ETA: So apparently every time they have tried fixing this blackout problem today has met with failure and they have no idea what to do to fix it. Whole island may be without electricity up until Saturday or Sunday, they say. Wow. Just.... wow...

So I've been trying to create a new dilfy character for a while. Wanted a bear, decided to go for a panda, as a way to subvert the typical cliche of pandas being cutesy and goofy. My panda's a guy in his 50's, Italian heritage, gruff, grizzled, kind of a grouch, musclegut body type, works in construction, all manly man. But finding a name has been a pain, I've only got his surname down, which is Giordano. I've narrowed it down to three names:

Victor, which can be shortened to Vic.
Massimo, which can be shortened to Max or Mac (for a more Italian vibe)
Michael, which can be shortened to Mike or Mick (for a more Italian-American vibe)

Can you guys let me know which one you like better?