I don't have any money:

One roommate had some sort of personal crisis-- the "quarter life" kind, and moved away. Another lost his job, and the rent he cannot pay. Another can't pay his full share, and is struggling to pay his debts. My student loans and credit cards are also up in the air. My truck might just be running on borrowed time, because I can't take care of it like I want to... but at least it's paid for. Bills are always late, and Gas+ food isn't getting any cheaper.

I don't have any time:

I work the night shift, and my job is physically exhausting, to boot. We are down two employees, and I have no choice but to take the extra hours of overtime to try and make ends meet. People who've never worked third shift will never understand how hard it is to sleep during the day... Or hour sleeping 6 hours in the day is nothing like six hours at night. How hard it is to run errands when nothing opens until 9 A.M. Social life? HA! Forget it! The irony is I experience insomnia from time to time.... sometimes I'll go for a few days without sleeping.... just sitting in a stupor-- feeling exhausted the whole time.

There is so much I NEED to do... yet I cannot.

AND YET!!!!!!!!!!!

Out of all of this! Out of all the years when life was good-- when I was making some good money working in a posh restaurant... when I was in many social settings such as bars, clubs, and even school... Out of all the good, and better times when I felt more in control of my own life-- when I didn't feel as mopey, and hopeless... I didn't have some sweet woman to wrap my arms around. Oh, I desired that, but I never tried to hard.

I thought I wasn't successful enough, or that I should concentrate more on my work and degree. Rindimo was all about serious business back then! Goals! Values! Code of... conduct? Ethics? Well... I ran by some sort of code... still do, to a degree...

And here I am:

I live in a 130+ year-old building-- by choice! A place all rustic, and hallow. Neglected for years, and abused by people who are not reverent towards the antique. My heart goes out to this place, and I have been slowly improving it with a care that no one else can seem to understand. I wish to own this place, some day. I want to restore it back to its original glory. It is my charity case, I suppose. But the point I should make is that most people do not wish to live in such an awesome place for a home.

It's also expensive for one person to bare alone! Only one roommate can pay his full share at the moment.


So no time, and no money. Poor ol' Rindi lives in an expensive hole, and has all sorts of troubles sitting on his head.

BUT OUT OF NOWHERE:

A girl. :D WTF?

It may not be their best, but the message still rings so true to me. ;)



Merry Christmas you filthy animals! Oh, and have a happy New Year, too! ;)

Good weekend.

Won third place in a pizza eating contest on Saturday, then danced all halloween night at a crankin' party we hosted on the first floor of our building. Threw one guy out, and called the police. Sexy women all dolled up in all manner of cat-themed suits. Wow. Frustrating and frisky at the same time! I threw together a crummy little cheetah mask just for kicks; and danced, drank and smoked the night away. (Actually, still drinking and smoking. My poor feet ache.)

Best of all, (After everyone was paid) we raised enough money to get a decent Kerosene space heater for our living space, which is all part of the plan for operation "Kick Old Man Winter in the Snowballs and save money!"

OR.... Maybe I should invest this money into a fursuit. This will also work to keep me warm?

Well dammit.... The gun show is going on next weekend...

ARGH!

Maybe I should see if I can win the lottery with all these riches so I can afford all my whims, and needs?

Blah.

On a reminiscent note: Had a visit by a certain  cwtyger a few weeks back. Loads of adventure were had. Also good times. Good enough to warrant a drawing to commemorate our shenanigans in Missouri. :)

....If good things keep happening to me, I might just get off this K.M.F.D.M. kick! ;)

....Nah!

Anyway, Here's hoping everyone had a good time! I sure did!

Peace out!
--Rindizzle Cheetizzle!

Here's hoping everyone has an awesome day! :-D Oh man, there's no telling what kind of good luck is going to be coming my way! Maybe I'll get lucky? Who knows! It's so exciting! The possibilities are ENDLESS!!!!!!

Happy Friday the Thirteenth, fursons one and all! (Ch ch ch! Ah ah ah!) :-D

Today is a day of days. I'm certain my ancestors would celebrate such a day with a feast, and women, and heavy drinking. Songs would be sung, and merry bravado would infect the entire clan.

For you see, I stuck to my guns. I didn't flinch in my stance. I constantly had to use self restraint and pull back my hand away from my tools-- from my skills and gifts. This wasn't just for me, but for my friends to grow into better people. This was for the betterment for all mankind... .... ...in our house. I can feel a nod of approval from the ages.

The artichoke brothers broke under my will, and fixed the garbage disposal. As I told them from the start, they would have to take it apart, and pull the now over-a-month-old fibers out of the steel mandibles.

"I thought it was going to take all day!" The one brother commented, "But it only took like-- fifteen minutes! It was so much easier than I had thought!"

I nodded in approval as I turned on the switch, and heard the familiar hum. As I continue to live, and accumulate both age and wisdom, it really is the little things in this life that make a difference. The big things you can't control, so don't bother worrying about them.

The boys are finally turning into men... in their really late 20's.... (actually, one is already 30, but I'm a few more months older than him.) :(

BUT, having typed all this out, there is a new lesson one of those artichoke brothers needs to learn next: DON'T TAKE RINDI'S CIGARETTES. GO TO THE STORE AND BUY YOUR OWN. But that, is another story in the making....

AND on a side note, I saw INCEPTION tonight, and that film was just plain awesome!

Smell ya later!
--Rindimo

Sorry for the delay for the update!

Okay, so I set up for myself certain requirements that had to be met to convince me to go to the figure drawing event mentioned in the last journal.

I found all my art supplies necessary-- all my pencils, charcoal, and paper. I even found my big clipboard thingy I stick my art paper on.

I had the right amount of money for their little entrance fee in my wallet.

No one I live with knew what I was up to. In fact, no one was home or awake when the time came to leave. This was important so I didn't need to work on an alibi.

Everything went according to plan!

SO I WENT. Ha! HAHAAAAA!!!

All my drawings sucked! I was so excited, and nervous! People must've thought I was on drugs or something the way I percieved I must have been acting. I hid in the back, and tried to not bring attention to myself.

At one point I freaked out with the thought that just MAYBE I might be recognized by the girl, because it dawned on me I might have met her at our little Tape Show we had at our place a few weeks ago.

I kept to myself. I made it a point to discreetly disappear when no one was looking.

I made it home, and left all my things in my truck, and cautiously tip-toed up the stairs. The place was still vacant, so I rushed back to get all my things into my closet as fast as possible.

I did it! ha ha haha!!!! I got away with it! I looked at the ta-ta's and yo-yo-yoni of another man's woman! Ah ha ha ha! I'm terrible! Ah ha haha! But on a side note, she was a very attractive model... I'm not going to go into details-- that's disrespectful for the woman herself.

OH MAN, I was the cat that ate the canary! Especially when my roommate came back from his trip. I AM A TERRIBlE LIAR IN PERSON, so I was already nervous when he walked into the room. Well... not so nervous about getting in trouble, but nervouse because I HAD A SECRET I WANTED SO BADLY TO TELL!!!

"So, Rindimo," my betrayed friend began with a SMIRK--a smirk!-- "Did you go to the figure drawing?"

Oh man, I instantly thought that she must have recognized me and told him! But experience has taught me never to assume the offended party has 100% of the facts.

"Man, you lucked out!" I laughed, (laughing is good, because I was all excited anyway.) "I had everything ready to go, and I thought I'd take a short nap before I went-- and slept through the whole thing!"

This is a believeable lie, because such circumstances have happenned many a time.

The roommate laughs. "I knew you wouldn't do it! Ha ha ha!"

Relief! "Yeah, ha ha ha!"

"You know the silly part of the whole thing?" He begins.

"Oh, what's that?" I'm still keeping on my toes-- expecting him to suddenly scream at me and expose all the lies.

"SHE CHICKENNED OUT!" he laughs. "They had another girl stand-in for her! All this time I was freaking out, and she calls me, crying about how she couldn't do it!--

YOU GUYS COULD HAVE GONE ALL ALONG!"

Me: ...........WHAT!?!?

So the whole dilemma turned out to be a flop. Good for him, bad for me. I guess the bright side is I actually left the house, and wasn't acting like a shut-in for one night.

I didn't have the heart to tell him all I went through after all of that. There would be no point other than he would know I'm a rotten bastard that can never be trusted. The intention in my actions would still speak for themselves should he learn of them.

So it's our little secret, Internet! LOL. What a bittersweet ending! Well, to me... welll.... I don't know anymore. I guess it was the best possible outcome that could have happenned to everyone involved. (The worst would involve my chalk outline at a crime scene.)

ON A SIDE NOTE: GUESS WHAT!?!? Well, the garbage disposal is still fucked up, but that's not the point-- HE INVITED HER OVER TO DRAW HER IN HIS ROOM!!! He is totally using this whole thing to his advantage!

He is the winner. So smooth and slick.

There is much to be gleaned from this whole experience. Possibly even a movie deal. Or... you know.... some sort of lesson... thing...

One thing's for certain-- I gotta get out more, period!

Until next time!
--Rindimo "Chaotic Neutral" Cheetah! ;)

EDIT: I re-read my stories, and realised I forgot to mention I had yet to actually meet this girl in person. That is, until tonight-- I finally just ran into her while getting ready to leave for work. her and my roommate were inviting everyone to come along for some sort of outing.

But the point was-- I actually never met her, therefore I didn't know what she looked like in all of the whole debacle. All I know was she met my roommate at our tape show, and things went from there. She is quite cute, and a lot more petit than the girl I actually drew.

Tonight, there is an event. An event that artists like to go to: Figure drawing! NUDE figure drawing. Of a woman. A sexy, young woman. A woman that is involved with a roommate of mine.

I was told not to go to this event. All of us in our little "compound" was told that our lives would be in danger if we went.

But my protective, jealous roommate is in Chicago right now. I told him I might go to the event just to piss him off, and laughed as I dropped him off at the bus stop.

I like the idea of him stewing in his own juices for several hours on a bus to some sort of concert he was intending to enjoy. I find it hilarious the scenarios going through his mind about what I might do, or say if I actually went. What would he do if he found a drawing of her in some sort of lewd pose taped to his door? Ha ha ha haaaaa!!!!!

It makes me so excited, and dancing around with the whole idea like a kid that just found his dad's gun! I've turned back into who I was at 15 years old again! Ha ha haaaa! I used to be terrible with pranks and stunts like this back in highschool-- I originally blamed puberty for such uncontrollable impulses, but to suddenly find another situation such as this presenting itself I find...
I'm pretty sure I inherited the asshole gene from my dad... Ha ha haaaa!

You don't tell Rindi NOT to do something. That's like giving me a bag of fire crackers, a lighter, and then telling me to put them away in a safe place never to be used again... as you suddenly are transported off the planet.

I actually didn't even know the event was going to happen. And if I did, I probably wouldn't have gone, but would entertain the idea of doing so. Lord knows I could use the anatomy exercise, and it's fun! You get to talk to other art-minded people, and I love seeing what other people have drawn. That's like the best treat out of the whole thing right there to me.

That, and normally the one figure drawing gig I used to go to up here had $1.00 drinks!

A few drinks, and a woman that doesn't feel weirded out with a guy intensely studying/staring at her body for a few HOURS, (quite a relief!) and a roommate completely powerless to stop me! (This is the same roommate who has still not fixed the garbage disposal as referrenced here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4127481 ) WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN!?!?!? >:3

What if my roommate brought all this fuss up about something I didn't even know was going on unless he wanted me to go? Right? To keep an eye on his dame? To be some sort of un-official spy?

What if I go, and it turns out, a secret is revealed, like some sort of warts, or lesions, or prison tatoos that isn't so visible in a dimy lit bedroom, but is easy to see in a well-lit studio.

"No man, don't tap that dame. She's damaged goods, bro. Like, post-op tran scars."

"Bogus! Thankyou, Rindimo! You are a true friend who's always lookin' out for my best interests. I don't deserve you. From here on out, You drive-- I'll be the wing-man."

ARGH!!!!!! Do I go, or don't!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Shit, I wanna stir up some trouble, goddammit!!!! I know the possible consequences, but... DAMMIT!!! Opportunities like these don't just show up every day!


****

On a semi-related note, I thought that I would make a large pot of rice that I could munch on for a few days. This would be economical, utilitarian, and efficcient. There was the perfect pot sitting ontop of the oven. I looked inside of it, and noticed that little steaming strainer thing that goes in the bottom of a pot when you want to steam vegetables.

"Ah," Says I, "This was when My roommate and his brother steamed that artichoke. I assume then this must be at least rinsed off."

I take the lid off and begin to remove the steamer part.

"Well, no biggie. I'll just wash the pot to be safe..."

I look into the pot.

"FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK1!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!"

It still had the water from the damn artichoke in it! They did NOTHING with it since that day like... TWO WEEKS AGO. Every color of green, grey, brown and yellow was growing in a happy utopia called MOLD PANGEA. It looked like some sort of crazy topographical satellite map or something.

Oddly enough, the mold was so thick over the surface of the liquid, it must have been blocking the smell.

MY FIRST REACTION WAS: "I SHOULD DUMP THIS DOWN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL-- OH WAIT. I **CAN'T.**)

I put the pot back on the stove, and promptly start looking through the cubbards for one of the smaller ones. This is a matter of principle.

The timing in this story is amazing. Said roommate comes down the stairs into the kitchen to find me just starting to dig into the cabinet.

"Hey, Rindimo, what are you up to?"

"I'm trying to make some rice."

"Well wait, isn't the pot up here clean--ohhhhhhSHIT."

His first reaction was to dump the stuff down into the garbage dispos--

".... AW, **FUCK!** He started to turn on the water in the sink to help flush the mold down, BUT WAIT-- the water isn't going down!!! More curse words erupt as he quickly turns off the faucet.

It ends up with him pouring in more drain-o, and stirring up this horrid toxic soup with a fork to hopefully at least make sure the mold is dealt with.

Me (sarcastically): "You still didn't fix that thing?"

I snickerred as I went about my business.

****

Anyway, I still don't know if I should be a bastard tonight or not. I've dodged Karma before, maybe I can do it again? I DUNNO!!! :D

Catch you journal readers on the flip side!
--Rindimo Cheetah

I got a bunch of inks and sketches I'm going to be uploading soon. My roommates, a bunch of old college friends, and sundry local artists threw together a little show we're calling "The Tape Show," where we just made a bunch of random sketches, and taped them to the wall. The format was 8.5" X 11" paper, and the requirement was that all the sketches were to be done in ink.

It was an awesome collection of all sorts of artwork! It's almost a shame I can't sit and scan everyone's submissions, because there's some awesome stuff that'd make one's head spin! (it'd also take an eternity to scan, given it's 100+ drawings!)

I'm not so comfortable inking-- I am terrified at making mistakes! But on the bright side, it got me drawing... and during the show after a beer or two, I was happily doodling like mad alongside everyone else.

If you live in the Kansas City, MO area, we will be having a second showing of all the art this First Friday of July. I guess if anyone wants details... just read this journal and ask me!

The sad part is I won't be around for the second show.... I gotta work that night. >:(

I might just find out-- I've turned 30 today... And no sir-- I don't like it! But... I guess I should probably celebrate it somehow... ;_;

I was wondering if I should get all preachy to the younger furs who wouldn't read this journal entry anyway about how no one is entitled to anything in life-- not even their own lives, and how all anyone seems to achieve in this day and age is to be a lazy dipshit that never matured past their 10th birthday. I was really getting into all the reflection and meditation of how it was all so frustrating, and was so true...

But that'd probably cause some drama between everybody on the age spectrum, and I started drinking some shitty dime-store vodka after I got off work this morning, so all there really is left is to state the one fact all of us can fully agree on:

Getting old really fuckin' sucks.

On a scale of 1 to DOGSHIT, it's pretty Mother Fuckin' SHITTY. At least, that is what my research seems to be telling me....

And in the grand perspective of life-- I'm not that old! But I'm old enough to now know why no one likes getting there! I've gained enough years to start to have the perspective of the elders... to realize I'm getting slower, duller, and tired. It's all downhill from here... 10 years from this very day, and I will be 40. I'm living on borrowed time! Screw this! I'm going to have my mid-life crisis early!

This year, things are going to start changing around here-- er... well I mean... I don't know if anyone will see changes HERE on FA-- I meant metaphorically, existentially, "here."

Good luck in life, everyone! Happy Birthday, Me! Now it's time to realize the literal take on the word, "Tear-jerker!"

Good Day!

Yay, I finally finished that darn pic, and now am posting all the other images I did or finished when I should have been working on the ThankYou picture. Now that that's over with, I can go back to being a lazy lurker. ;) Well, at least I'll feel more freely to post things.

That's kind of how I work-- If I'm posting stuff that isn't what I promise... well... I feel it makes me look like quite an untrustworthy fool.

Of course... this is furry we're talking about so... I'm still a fool, but at least you can trust me.... that I am a fool.... ???? ;P

Bleh! Enjoy whatever encites your enjoyment, and have a nice day! I'm outta here for now! ;)

WELL OH WELL! My laptop is kinda dead like my old PC was... And the only other working computer I have is a Mac Mini (It's part of a little music station I'm slowly putting together.). And my ancient Corel Painter Program doesn't want to work on a Mac. So that's the bad-ish news.

The good news is that I at least bought an external Hard drive kit to salvage whatever files I had on my HDD in my old PC. Also, my laptop still sorta works before it freezes, and I have to turn it off. So I can get a little work done at a time on my "Thankyou Pic" for the over 100 watchers, and well-- anyone who watches me. I swear, guys, this isn't Duke Nukem Forever. I'm just finishing up the background for the scene in the image, and then I'm done. I just gotta keep saving the damn file after every little brushstroke So I don't have to redraw a whole toilette over again. Ugh...

At least all files are backed up on external hard drives, and now that my old HD is now accessible, there are a lot of little cool sketches and things I can post.

Depending on your tastes, however, they are not all Yiffiy, and Murry-purry, and most of my older erotic art is embarrassing to me. The one I just posted was pretty much the best out of the bunch. There are a couple sketch Ideas I could work on, though. Hmm....

And so it is, I need to bite the bullet, and get a new motherboard+chip if I ever want to use my ancient art programs again! Because... really-- I am NOT drawing naked sweaty catgirls in the den on this computer which all of my band-mates use. The risk is far too great!

In other news, My little cat Templeton was broken, and so I took him to the vet to get him FIXED. Ha ha! Get it? I though the little stinkbutt would be all sad and mopy that his gonads are gone, but he actually seems a lot happier, and at peace.

Also, work still sucks, but it's money, and money is good. Since my last post, two more people were fired. There's talk of promoting me, and giving me my own store to take care of, but I hate the whole idea.

Me and my friends are still pouring time and effort into our own little business venture, but like all my past whining, it is going SO SLOW.... Like me!

Also, I have a mad-scientist project underway, and when it's done, I will post pics of that, too.

Viola! and now I return back to the shadows!

If I'm submitting something, I guess an explanation for why I've been away for so much, without much submissions is in order.

Basically, Me and my roommates are trying to start our own business... and we are kinda broke because of this. My job in this business venture is mostly construction related (Thanks Dad, for all the "Training!"). So when I get off from working the night shift, I've been spending my few free hours wiring lights, or building walls and stairs... and with this old 100+ yr. old building, none of that is easy. (sighs)

But lately, the weather has been-- Hrm... a rollercoaster... and I have no money to spend on building materials, so-- WEE! Free time to do things that don't cost anything! Like the arts! :D

I actually have a decent amount of pictures I have been working on (most of these I started when I got home from work, then fell asleep in the process of making them-- I'd be so tired.) And I'm like... 60% finished with the "Thankyou" pic for the 100+ watchers. (believe me, it's going to be a nice hum-dinger of a pic!)

Anyway, here's hoping the song sounds all right with everyone... My eyes are drooping right now since I stayed up late determined to "Finish" it. (really, it could use a lot of polish, but at least it's all out and down in some form I can tweak later.)

(sighs) gotta go back to work tonight, and the week repeats. Like ol' Trent Reznor sings: "Every day is exactly the same." Take care, everyone! It's snoozy time for this cheetah. ;)

Ha ha ha ha! So FA was down all this time!? Didn't bother me, seeing I haven't done much except work work work.

On a fun note, I think I get some sort of reward for "going that extra mile." There was a new restaurant in the chain opening up, and my managers asked me to see about cutting the logo of the bakery into three loaves of their "artisan bread." I pulled it off, and never seen people rant and rave over marks in bread before. They even took pictures of it. Pictures of bread. This company has some goofy sycophants in it, I suppose...

SO! So... To those who care-- I've been gone all this time and have like.... three or four sketches done? I haven't even checked my email yet-- so it should be freakin' HUGE. Oy... Sorry if anyone has been wondering about me.... I got a long list of things to go through now. (I get these bad periods where I just retract into my own little shell, and dissappear from the world-- the price of an introvert...)

But yes, I am still working on a drawing for celebrating the 100+ watchers, and when hell freezes over, I shall post it.

Really, I just had to post something differrent in this journal seeing as how the last post was in MAY, and this is AUGUST!!!! 80

WHERE R CAEK!?!?

What better way to spend a birthday than working all night, then running off to McDonald's for a free chicken burger thing that will prolly make my stomach hurt, and give laxitives a run for their money!? What, I pray thee, WHAT???

It's so far definitely been one birthday for the books. I've been putting in lots of overtime at work lately, so that's why I've been so silent. Ugh, so sleepy...

Anyway, I've been working as a baker now for Panera Bread (since no real art job has ever called back.), and our particular restaurant is franchise owned-- not corporate. So evey eight or nine months an inspector is sent to make sure we aren't soiling the great name that is Panera with our heathen ways.

As a test of some sorts, my trainer (and coworker) decided I would be graded, rather than he this night. He felt I was ready to stand before the great so and so of Paneria. ;P

Everyone told me there are only two things considerred in these evaluations: The final product, and the cleanliness of the restaurant and equipment.

Sure enough, the corporate fellow loved my bake, and everything went perfectly. He didn't even say anything about how clean everything was. He took 20 points off of my score after he told me they just recently started a new policy about putting bags over all the racks of finished bread, then told me I did the icing wrong on the pastries, after he originally told me he loved how they all looked.

So instead of a level 3 baker, I'm a level 2 with a crappy score of 89. (still decent, but nothing to crow about.)

Really, I don't even know what all the numbers mean. He told me my bake was a 91, which is supposed to be high, but what does all this mean? Are there like, differrent scores with the totals averaged in? I don't know...

My trainer was steaming mad over the whole ordeal, and even the district manager was a little confused with the scores the guy gave me. (and his reasoning) She told me out loud while standing next to the guy she would've given me at least a total score of 96... I guess in some attempt to maybe sway his decision?

Way to go, corporate america in screwing the little guy out of even an inconsequential rating on paper. My pay rate doesn't change, so the least you could do is make me feel like I achieved something, and have me happily do your bidding. Good thing I'm not planning to make this my career. Sheesh...

At least it's over, and I finally get off on Sunday, and can finally get a good chunk of R&R with a delicious paycheck loaded with overtime awaiting my coffers! And the main objective (which is to save up lots of money to do with as I please) is plodding along in the right direction. My health benefits/insurance should kick in soon, too. Yay! Dental and optical!

Anyway, so I'm 28 now, and am still plotting to somehow circumvent turning 30 in the future, with no success. Kudos to whoever read this whole thing. I want... i NEED to work on some art and music... 'Been wanting to do that for a while, now...

Old and cranky,
Rindimo Cheetah. ;)

To all my Watchers,

With my deepest gratitude, I wish to thank the 104 who have found me worthy enough to keep an eye on me here on Fur Affinity.

I decided to use the watches as more a milestone, than pageviews since I figure it's more significant to watch a person, than just anonymously view a page. So I log on today, and noticed I broke 100 watches!

Anyway, what should I draw to thank all 104 of you guys (and gals!)? Some fuss has been raised about the mystery catgirl in the sketch thursday pic, so I've been thinking doing something slightly scandalous involving her. ;)

But that's up to whoever actually replies to this journal entry! I'll definitely give everyone a chance, and wait a long time before I make this decision.

Thanks again, everybody!

Sincerely,
--Rindimo Cheetah
Cheetahliscious. ;)

Who says Cheetahs never prosper? Zazu-- that's who! But what does he know? He's a BIRD after all! XD

Anyway...

After months of perseverance, I finally have a job. It's not a burger flipping one either! Of all things, it pays well, comes with benefits and works on my kind of schedule: NIGHT. for the moment it's part-time, but the hourly rate is enough, that it's the equivalent of working full time for minimum wage! MWAHAHAHAHAAA!!

And what is it? A job as a baker for a bread store chain. I really never thought I'd end up working the graveyard again, but I'm wired better to run by the moon-rays for some reason. Whatever the case: I can pay rent, and buy food! My first day... er... night is Tuesday!

...And I got just enough gas to make it, with $5.00 in my checking account! Talk about a photo finish! Now, back to square one.... Hoarding like a dragon!

But really, I'm finally back into a MUCH better mood! Depression's spell seems to be broken! I'm also doing some commission work for once, so this should be interesting to see what becomes of it!

Finally, things are going my way, which makes it a lot easier to remain optimistic! ;)

I'm actually quite surprised how much attention my sketches are getting me here on FA. To me, they're good ideas without lengthy execution involved, but overall could be better. I'm guessing that's just my own opinion of them. So what the heck-- I'll post some more of my sketches in the future. If anything, that makes for more updates for all the art hungry peoples of the world. ;)

On a side note, still un-employed, though I find it hilarious that I've been failing the "psychological" tests attached at the end of online department store applications. I guess it goes to show I'm definitely in a differrent league than most-- I'm honest. ;)

And I am still really proud of "I Am Your Destruction." Most of the time, after a week or two, when I look at art I've done, I start to see it where the "magic" is gone-- All the flaws begin to appear, and the art afterglow has all subsided. But this one still has me impressed, and enthralled. It's definitely one of those rarities. ;)

I'm almost ready to drive off to the airport, and fancied a quick journal post here.

First off, my art submission for Another Missouri Paranormal Society was accepted! Yay! Prizes should ensue later on... ;)

We are fully moved into the new house, with no time to spare! Yay!

Also, I'm going to be back in Florida for 10 days, so I'll be back up in Missouri on the 30th-- Just in time to run off with my roomies, and celebrate the new year!

I'm taking my laptop with me, to work on Thursday prompts when left alone, and also hoping I'm still able to get online at either of my parents' house.

Truth be told, Christmas isn't a favorite of mine... For one, the past six years have been horrible, with me laying awake at night constantly pondering "Did I pass this semester!?" That, and there's the constant back and forth between two family camps that won't have anything to do with eachother. Ah, the joys of parents divorcing...

Anyways-- I hope that at least for everyone else, this will be a wonderful time of year for you... And don't filch on the new year's resolutions!

(I resolve to find a job with steady income! Yay! Snow tires, and groceries!)

Well, the lease for this apartment ends on December 31st, and everything is up in the air. I fly back down to Florida for my family on the 20th, so everyone is scrambling to get things done up here in Kansas City.

But ultimately, it is worth it. The house is a lovely duplex, with the nicest landlord I've ever had to deal with. In fact, I and my roommates call him our "land friend."

I've been trying to catch up on thursday prompts, in the midst of all this, as well as appeasing all the Lion King fans on the TLK-L with a very silly Christmas special... Which I will post after this journal... Unless the Wi-Fi dies out.

On a side note, still looking for work, but there's some good signs showing right about now. Here's hoping someone calls back for an interview! Then I can blow my first paycheck on Snowtires, or something else mundane, but necessary... Like food. ;)

How does a man survive so well without a job? It's called, don't spend any money, even when you have it! Har har!

And now to get back to checking email, writing, and drawing before the next big event of the month! ;) Take care!

OH MY GOSH!

What the hell is up with Kansas City??? Yesterday, it was 75 degrees outside, and today-- IT'S SNOWING?!? This is ridiculous. We're supposed to drive off to Minnesota tonight, to spend Thanksgiving at N8's parents' house, and now it be snowing? What on earth have I gotten myself into? Now we get to cross our fingers hoping the roads don't freeze over, all for the want of N8's mom's delicious Tamales, and hot sister...

Well... Here goes nothing!

Happy Thanksgiving to all you furs out there! Stay warm!

--Rindimo

If you, or someone you know lives in the Kansas City area, (specifically, the Missouri side) and want to buy some Rindimo originals on the cheap, come on down to The Brick starting October 5th, until the end of the month to peruse the clean, tasteful art of Rindimo-- devoid of all pr0n. :'(

The website for this cool little bar is http://www.thebrickkcmo.com if you need their address, or phone number.

Most of this artwork is from my years spent in college, and rang from prints, to paintings, to drawings, to a sculptural piece. The sizes vary from the 8x10 range, all the way up to a large 30x40-ish frame containing a whole print series (Cat Vs. Robot.) Everything that can be framed, is framed and matted by yours truly, and most of the artwork I'm actually keeping under $100 prices!

Aside from Furaffinity, some examples of my art/ability to make art can be found on my dead VCL account: http://us.vclart.net/vcl/artists/Rindimo

I'll get my digital camera fired up, and see about photographing everything I'm showing, and post the pics up here, or something like that, because most of the stuff I have online is my digital artwork, and I'm not selling any of that.

I'll try and keep this journal entry fairly updated. All artwork I'll also try and post under all this text.

I've been chatting with one of my roommates, who has a deviant art account, and he was talking about commissions.

"Yeah.... why DON'T you do commissions, Rin?"

"I don't know... I just don't like people telling me what to draw."

"That's why you charge them money!"

"Doh."

So what the hell? I turned on the little markers that say I'm up for the challenge should anyone care. Really, I'm more curious as to if anyone even WANTS to commission me... and even then... What the hell to ask for a price? I put some guesstimates down in the commissions sections, but I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we get there....

But really, It's not like I'm tied down with a job or anything right now... so what better way for an artist to make a couple extra bucks, and pass the time?

So if anyone likes my style, and wants me to make something for them, give me a ring, and we'll talk. It doesn't HAVE to be prOn, you know... But fair warning... I don't do any hardcore M/M stuff, or vore, or unbirthing.... Those are the big ones... yeah... The rest is negotiable.

And remember: it doesn't /have/ to be pr0n... you pervs! ;)

Kansas City has been reached, and the process involving moving much cargo into the apartment has been achieved. Moving is over! THANK GOD!

Now I get to try and get a decent job, so I don't have to survive off of my meager savings, and figure out how to navigate downtown kansas City.

My cat is freakin' awesome! All it did was lay on my lap the whole time driving over here, and it's so laid back... my roommates swear its on drugs or something. I've finally given it a decent name: Templeton (After the gluttonus Rat in Charlotte's Webb) Because all it wants to do is EAT. So it's full name is Templeton Landfill.

It's really good to see my old friends, and in a way, it's like we were never separated. After all the stress, and fuss, it's comforting to so far claim that it was all worth it.

So for right now, you will not see many updates, because my main computer has died on me, and that's where all my files and programs are kept (sadly!) Right now, I'm using my little laptop in conjunction with the Wi-Fi our apartment offers in the rec-room.

But even if I get the old dinosaur running, we still don't have internet access in our own apartment yet... so there'll be a little bumps to iron out in the coming months...

But at least I'm here, and can finally move on with my life!

--Rindimo

That's right! Since I'm all said and done with college, I'm packing up all my accumulated belongings, and pieces of scrap metal, and heading off to Kansas City, MO! No more Florida, with it's terminal case of senior-itis. No more rich, and noveau riche poser 'tards pretending to be all cultured and well-educated about taste and connosieurship in art.

No more clueless old people incapable of driving-- period. AH! bliss!

Argh, but dammit! This all involves packing, and renting a uhaul trailer to tow behind me all my cool stuff. No one said giving Sarasota the finger would be easy... or cheap... But I'll be damned if I leave my $450 arc welder, and 110 lb. anvil behind! (Amidst my other collection of tools and materials.)

To cap it off, I have to haul my friend/former roommate/new roomate N8's stuff as well up to my first stop: Panama City. From there, I rent an even larger trailer, and clean out my old room at my dad's house, and add... oh say.... 500 more lbs. of books. (I love books!) I get to pick up my cat, Landfill, throw some more furniture into the mix, then it's a 16 hour marathon drive to KC, MO! Where there's already my two old College buddies, and a fancy new apartment waiting for me! Hooray!

But where does that leave everybody here at FA? Well... I don't really know if my roommates have the cable internet up and running yet.... so it may be a while before anyone hears from me for some time....

So in the meantime, I'll try and at least post one more cool piece of art or something to tide anyone over who actually is watching me. ;)

Until we meet again! ;)

I graduated from Ringling SCHOOL of Art and Design-- not COLLEGE, like the bastards that are ruining ol' RSAD would like you to think! I could write pages of complaints about how things are being run, but the important thing was that on Friday, May 11th, I walked the stage, and got my diploma! Then I got the hell out of there before anyone could change their mind.

So now I am the last of the Ringling School of Art and Design graduates out there, out of 75 freaking years of the school's existence. Way to go, school president-- giving 75 years of tradition the shaft. I now posses a Bachelor's in Fine Arts for the major of Fine Arts (Sculpture Concentration). I got a nice, gold, class ring, and even got a truck now as a present from my family! :D

But that's not all!!! The month of May is a Jam packed one! My Birthday is today! MAY 15TH!!! yay! Happy Birthday, Rindi! 27 years of chaos! Consequently, happy anniversary, grandma and grandpa. (It's the same day as my birthday.) And just for fun, my mother was born on May 5th. And for trivia's sake, Mt. St. Helen's erupted just three days after I was born: May 18th.

If only I had waited just three more days to be born... Ah well...

So now I'm older, but this time, with an art degree. Now to figure out what to do with it!? ;)