Currently things are set into motion for a rather large party (not cons) set for Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

JUNE 19 - 21st, FATHERS DAY WEEKEND! :D

This is NOT your typical furry con. Its more of a big party/get-together. There's no hotels. No dealers room. Not artist alley. No guests of honor per-se. But its entirely FREE to show up and hang out. The constituency for attending is this: You must invite at least 2 other people who haven't already received invites.

The gathering will be held ON the SHORE. Outdoors on the beach. So any 'artist alley' is more likely to just be a gathering of artists sand-sculpting in one particular area of the beach. If you want a hotel for the weekend, I'm working on getting information about decent hotels in the 'furry friendly' areas close to the water.

By not specifically having a 'con hotel', any TRULY 'designated' area on the coastline, or a specific area for generally hanging out, we are going to be able to keep this con AS FREE AS POSSIBLE. The area on the beach we'll be meeting on (which more info regarding specifics will be posted about as it comes in) allows for bumming on the beach.

And that's really about it so far. I'm panning on pitching in food for the crowd that shows up. I've got enough for about 700 blokes or so who enjoy hotdogs. :) Going to be grilling on the bonfires they have along the shoreline. ^.___.^ We encourage folks to bring things like TWISTER, or instruments if they play any; we've been working on pulling together a few furry bands to play for free. :P So yeah ^..^

My contact info is on my userpage, I'm mostly on AIM. So spread the word! :D Feel free to repost this as a journal if you like, even. ^..^ Till next scribe! Ciao!

Ryuu C. Scribbles
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon"

::FURRY BEACH BLAST::::JUNE 18-21 @ MYRTLE BEACH::

'Ello all; hope everyone had a good Easter holiday. I got to spend it with the parents and friends of  Darker-Kain 'cos his family is fucking awesome! :D We rode bikes for nearly 15 miles and then went back to his place and had lotsa food from Mrs. Kain's kitchen of awesome and nom. :P

In addition: I haz update to the Myrtle Beach trip.

I found a way to avoid having to pay money for it for things like "admissions" or whatever, but it will require your help!

If you are interested in coming to the Furry Beach Bash @ Myrtle Beach, you MUST drag along AT LEAST 2 FRIENDS. They don't have to be furries, but it helps. To each of them, THEY MUST INVITE 2 FRIENDS, and so on and so forth. NO DOUBLE INVITING! :O Otherwise the same person will get invited like a bajillion times by the time something circles the fandom.

I've NOT SETTLED ON A DATE!!! June 18-21 is FATHER'S DAY WEEKEND. Which I recently gathered is a bad time for a lot of people. (Personally the furfags I know would LOVE an excuse to get away from family THAT weekend.) So anyways, I'm willing to move things ahead maybe to the 2nd weekend of JULY, but I NEED INPUT!!! Please pass this along to your friends and fellow furs as well. ^..^ This gathering is OPEN TO ALL.

I've been really bored, and I miss the fandom. So I'm going to start pulling something together for the weekend of JUNE 18-21 at Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. I'm extending an invite to EVERYONE in the fandom who would like to raid the beach. There's not going to be a hotel that the furs are staying in or anything as far as a "SET" place to meet. I'm still working out the kinks of it, but by and large, its just going to be a giant beach raid.

If you're a fur who can play music, come down with your instruments - I'll do what I can to get you all a stage and an audience. THIS IS A BEACH PARTY. So bring a bathing suit. AND SPREAD THE WORD!!!! More details to come.

I want to see everyone who couldn't make FWA but wanted THAT to be HERE~!!! I want to see everyone who MADE FWA to be HERE. This is going to be a weekend beach BLAST. Tell everyone - repost this journal and spread the word! And I'll see you there.


R.C. Scribbles

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LINK OF DAY! xD *ba-dum-pish* :P


But actually, I wanted to share THIS: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/7954968.stm

Ever since the second grade, I've been a huge fan of the Human Genome Project. Partly because it would be freakin' awesome to be able to have human/animal hybrids, and partly because its an awesome show of the human spirit to persevere. A long time ago, people said that it would never achieve fruition: Unraveling the entire human genome. Now we are able to accomplish an individual's code in a matter of WEEKS. I can't believe that in my lifetime I'll be sure to witness the completion of the HGP... Today is a good day for science. :)

'Ello and g'day to anyone who actually reads this. I don't blame if ya don't, just 'cos I know I only read a handful of journals myself. But sometimes these things are a good way to vent/rant/otherwise bitch n' moan.

I don't complain a lot, but for the next however long I am able, I intend to. I am currently writing this from at work - the only chance I've had to work on ANYTHING lately within the furry fandom has BEEN at work. I've been too busy with normal life things - like dealing with bills and rent and roommates, and broken hearts n' shattered dreams.

I'm going to send this as soon as my boss-man gets back in here, so it may end mid-sentence. At which point you'll know I ranted as much as I could during what will have probably been about 10 minutes of my time. I write fast. :P

So here goes.

I work a daily nine-to-five job at a company owned and operated by my mum and pop, who subsequently kicked me out of my home about 4 years ago when I decided, "Hey lying to my folks about being a faggot might be a bad idea 'cos lying is WRONG." I've spent those last 4 years wracking up loads of debts, which I'm now finally managing to pay off. I've moved eight... no nine times in those 4 years. Some moves were even across the country. By the by, I miss you fellows that I met in California - you all were amazing and wonderful.

I've lost a family member or friend, or a close friend has lost a family member, EVERY year... for the last ELEVEN years. I have a grandma left. But she doesn't even remember her own name half the time - Alzheimer's sucks. But funerals suck even more. I make a hobby of writing eulogies for them that I keep to myself in remembrance of those lost. Not because I enjoy thinking about death, but because it helps me cope with being surrounded by it on an annual basis.

Because I was made to leave home 4 years ago, I never got an opportunity to go to college. I also no longer have the financial means of getting a better education, and I watch as my sister goes off to become a doctor of psychology after the private schooling she received with the money my parents had set aside for MY college education... I'll never get that opportunity unless I strike it big on my own through whatever means. I wanted to major in physics with a minor in creative writing. Or maybe the other way around. I'd never settled on that point... which is not the point of any of that. The point WAS: My family wasted its money on my sister 'cos she turned out to be a better example of a 'decent christian human being'... I was a disappointment.

I am adopted - I often wonder if my biological parents would have given me better opportunity for success in life and not squandered their earnings on bad investments... all I know is that my birth father was from Sicily.

Oddly enough, I was adopted into an Italian-American family. A rather large one at that - wherein I am THE black sheep. Thanksgiving about 4 years ago... the last big one I'd ever gone to, about 30 or more people showed up who I didn't even know were related to me. They all new my name and face - and they knew why I was a black sheep. "Damned queers." Heh. Good thing they don't know about "Damned furries" or "Damned Earth-Worshippin' Pagan Hippies" :P I take a certain amount of solace at how LITTLE they knew about me. But it scares me to realize that no matter where I travel in the USA, there will be a relative of mine near me who knows my name and is ashamed of me for no decent reason.

It was THEN that I was convinced I should GTFO... of the country. As much as I've traveled in the last 4 years and I've still run into relatives EVERYWHERE I've gone to. My next stop is hopefully Melbourne, Australia. I hear the gang from AC/DC is from thereabouts. I'm a big fan.

I've made a LOT of friends in the furry fandom since this past November. I'm going to miss them when I leave.

The best friend I ever had growing up in highschool was... not a furry. I lived with her ... now her ex... for a time. I lost her as a friend 3 years ago. She hardly speaks to me at all anymore. I was convinced THEN that friends really DO come and go. Its not always personal. It just happens like that sometimes.

Sometimes it happens for the wrong reasons. I was raped by the bartender at the local gay-bar last May. Guy I'd known literally for years... 5 years now? Sounds about right. Scary as shit. I got into a car wreck that same month, come to think of it - three car pileup. Also pretty damn scary. Didn't place charges against the bartender, though... Probably should have. But I like that gay-bar. And any bad press against the local gay community would just serve to promote the radical right-wing activists around here... I didn't want to give them the satisfaction.

I've been in a lot of car accidents this year, come to think of it. One in May... one in August... 2 last month... I'm forgetting a few I think. Its become a running joke that when I do something to piss off the powers that be, the gods will throw cars at me. It scares me that it might be true. I'm lucky to be alive after all of them. Each one was a tango with Death.

I was given an opportunity to do something amazing not too long ago - Sing in a rock band. It was an amazing feeling - I would have provided the music and the voice for the rock... But it was shattered when they felt that "my voice was too effeminate", even though they loved my lyrics. I hate that about myself - most people can pick out that I'm gay if they ever hang around gay people at all. Its just one of those things in my voice. Can't really help it - just makes me an easy target. I've learned to take advantage of how much it freaks out the straight people I hang out with sometimes.

Another one of my friends I made not too long ago - November - a furry who won't named... took advantage of me when I was depressed... and I found out shortly thereafter that he had been sleeping around with a known carrier of gonorrhea. He had known this, and hadn't gotten tested after he found out he had given another friend of ours the disease. It really sucks having your trust betrayed that badly.

It would seem that I've mostly finished my ranting. And there's no sign of the boss-man around. So let me finish this up.

I'm sick and tired of the emotionally unstable people out there who complain about things like, "I'm not doing well in school"; "I can't get a girlfriend/boyfriend"; "I have a hard time living with my parents";"My boss is a jerk";"I can't get a job"... I listen to people - FRIENDS even, come to me with their complaints on AIM or YIM or MSN on occassion, and I listen. You guys know who you are, and I love you all - I think you're wonderful people, and to each of you, your problems seem like the worst of the worst. And for you: they probably are. I'm not asking you to stop coming to me and talking to me and asking for comfort or ANYTHING like that - I'm trying to say that LIFE FUCKING SUCKS. And the faster you realize that there are WORSE things in life that could be wrong like being homeless, diseased, unwanted, or DEAD for that matter. As long as you have a breath in your chest and a beat in your heart, you have a chance for things to get better. And they usually do.

Bad things will keep happening. They happen to everyone, all the time, for the entire duration of your life. But GOD DAMN IT!! Take it in fucking STRIDE, okay?! Shit, I shouldn't even be ALIVE considering some of the shit that I've done and seen and been through. Its why I try not to bitch about working for a company that's owned by the two individuals who are most ashamed of me in the world and want next to nothing to do with me or my life. Its agonizing to watch two blokes who I love dearly look upon me with such scorn, but GUESS WHAT: Its better than some shit I've seen. I've seen a mum who's only service to her daughter was a bottle of pills to drown out the kid's tears for attention and love. I've witnessed people stabbed and shot for standing up for what they believe in, martyred in the name of a religion that they think will save their soul. But I've also seen the foulest of creatures express love and interest in LIVING and the world around us. I know a coke dealer in a small suburban town on the wrong side of the train tracks who's greatest passion in life is painting and art history. I know a homeless guy in San Diego who dreamed of one day doing nothing more than working a NASCAR pit crew, but was left destitute when he was laid off after an on-the-job injury that left him crippled for the rest of his life with a bad leg. He'll never see his dream come true. I know a woman who spent most of her adult life in China trying to teach young girls how to speak English so they could come to America and have a better opportunity than they would ever achieve there. She was forced to run back to the States when her ex-boyfriend in a fit of rage attempted to have her assassinated by a local mafia. She's in New York, now, and will never be able to help kids in China again. She isn't able to return to the country.

The world is a shitty place guys. But you learn to DEAL with it. Rober Frost. Great poet. Gave me the mantra I live by, and if you've got a shitty life like me (and you very well may), its something to help you get through your shitty and sometimes seemingly meaningless lives:

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."

And here's one from me, 'cos I'm a poet and you know it:

"Mourn not those passing
As Time Passes By,
But mourn ye the living
Who wait here and cry."

Get out and live your damn lives, kids. Seriously. Fuckin' pansies.

Okay so I've been back from the con for a couple weeks now... but am only NOW managing to post something about it because I've been sick with death. So while I was at the con, I got to meet n' see a whole slew of folks who I just ADORE within the fandom, and I could begin to rattle of the names of every single one of the people I met - those of you who remember me, thanks. Some of the friends I made out there include Rikkanis, Ankouh, Turic, XanWolf, SaberClaw, Transistor, Edgewolf, Nuka Nuki, 40.oz Fur, and god damn I can't remember of the bloke on the drums - but he was fuckin' talented. xD I also ran into a great number of furs that I know locally, and would love to rally them all together for some fun, but since I've been ill, I've not been able to.

Umm... interesting stories... okay here's one: Bought 2 Gryphon's new DVD while I was out there but had nowhere to put it until I got back to the room. So I had my mate, Darker-Kain hold it in his baggy pants for a while... During which time we both got drunk at Xan's room party, and that night Kain passed out with the DVD in his pants. Mmmmm... passed out with 2 in his pants. xD So anyways, 2's show rolls around the next day, and he's up there talking about his fake date-rape drug experience from the past Eurofurence, and well... Kain and I just can't stop wondering if his pants were secretly in Europe for that con.

The next day at Uncle Kage's Story Time, I was only one of about 6 people to laugh at some old references he made to rather dated tv series, and the bastard called me out on it, "You're old" >..< Dammit, I'm not old. :<

Lessee... OH! While there, half of the Blotch team was selling arts n' signing things, so I had her sign a book by a bloke named "Bloch" called 'Murphy's Law'. Don't know why, but I thought it'd be nice to have Blotch in Bloch's book. :P

I also bought a bunch of comics to add to my ever expanding collection, and a new dragon statue. :3

That's about teh highlights of my time there. :P Its rather overshadowed sadly by the kegger I went to the weekend I got back and got sick from thereafter. x3 Mostly because its fresh on my mind and I'm still a *little* sick from it still. :P

But anywho, I am back and ready party again. xD So till next I scribe, I'll see you peoples around! Ciao!

Ryuu C.S., "the Scribble Dragon"

Okay, so I just can't keep quiet about it anymore. I'm going to FWA! =D I'm so excited ^..^ I'll be there for the entire con, and I've got my own room and I'm so excited! ^.____.^ This is going to be my first convention in the 7+ years I've been a furry. Look for the badge! Or the guy with the tail that looks like mine from the character drawings. o..O I hope to see some of you guys out there =3 I'm really looking forward to meeting more furs! ^.-.^

Cya at the con! :D

~Ryuu C. Scribbles

Hello and good evening to you all. At this moment, I am trying desperately to finish writing a song that I just can't seem to find words for. And I have a deadline. Monday evening, I am to present this song to a local band that sorta brought me on. They'd also like to me to try doing vocals for it... And I'm nervous as hell - partly because I can't think of any words for the fucking chorus. Anyhow, as soon as I've finished writing this, I'm posting for all to see. Hope you enjoy it, and I hope I get over this fucking writer's block. >..<

And for those of you willing to go there, the particular song I'm working on is posted on MySpace - http://www.myspace.com/jbaynon1 Listen to Track 4 - Cowardice for a taste of what I'm writing for.


*UPDATE!*

So fuck. I forgot to ask the band if they're cool with me posting the finished lyrics online. That's one of those 'important' things that I should have done last night. Soon as I get a chance, I'll ask if they're cool with it.

Things I Did Over My Holiday:

Drank too much "Christmas "Cheer", wore clothes that I would only wear *that day*, devoured an entire box of Christmas cookies, burned a holiday turkey in the oven, found a working word processor for my laptop, found a happy new virus for my laptop, found a happy new virus scanner for my laptop, found Jesus, lost him while returning Christmas gifts, found him again shooting coke with Moses and left them be, and I got a new fuzzy pink thong.

Yay for X-Mas. Seriously overrated guys. Anyways, I fixed my lappy (more or less), but I've been busy. Going to try and work on "The Scribe" over the weekend (NO I didn't forget).

Till next, Ciao!

Ryuu C.S., the Scribble Dragon
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon"

Hello and good day to you all from under the desk of me.

Today is December 24, 2008, at approximately 1:11, and I have a cold. Not the worst I've ever had, but it was enough that I got sent home early from work, and today was spent resting... Do I work this afternoon? Oh fuck, I can't recall.

Anyways- much apologies and yadayada about not posting; to be fair, I've let myself down as well. While I do continue to write, I have slowed to perhaps one song a week. But to be fair, it was only a few days ago that I managed to get a proper word processor installed on this damn computer anyways. Prior to now, I'd been working on a trial version of Office '07, which expired past June.

But now I've got a good program to run things on. Huzzah!

Things have changed this year for me: I've found a new passion in literature and writing (though I'd do better to share it will you all), I've made new friends through the Triangle Furries' Meetup.com group, I've managed to secure a legitimate job as a junior accountant, and I may just be looking forward to going to my FIRST EVER FURRY CONVENTION: FWA '09!! :D :D :D

I hope all of you out there who found interest in my writing are not too terribly upset at the lack of updates, I can promise there will be a few new goodies coming your way by the end of this month. :)

And so until next I scribe, I would like to wish you all a wonderful holiday season. :) It is now 1:20am, this is Ryuu the Scribble Dragon- Ciao all!

Ryuu C.S., the Scribble Dragon
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon"

So I've been away for a while doing all kinds of work of various sorts while I'm not doing my day-job. A couple days ago, I met up with some friends of mine who I used to meet with at Rocky Horror Picture Show. While me and Kain were there, the new MTV version of Rocky Horror came up in conversation, and I proposed we create our own list of actors who we'd love to see play what parts in RHPS if it were to be filmed this year. After several hours of deliberation, we came to our conclusion. And so, without further ado, I give you: "THE LIST!"

The Photographer - Wayne Knight
Ralph Hapshat - John Stewart
Betty Monroe - Cameron Diaz
Columbia - Ellen Degeneres
Magenta - Uma Thurman
Riff Raff - John Lithgow
Dr. Scott - William Shatner
Eddie - Jack Black
The Criminolotist - Ron White
Rocky - Brad Pitt
Janet - Drew Barimore
Brad - Stephen Colbert
Dr. Frank-n-Furt- Johny Depp

So I met up with the purchasing director for the NC Department of Transportation yesterday. He's a friend of the company I work for, and needed a few things from us. He's also a HUGE music buff. The Beetles are his favorite, and I mentioned that "RAIN", a Beetles cover band, would be coming to our area on November 3rd. He wasn't aware, so I told him where he could get tickets, and thanked me profusely. I also made mention of the AC/DC concert in Charlotte, and he said he has a friend who works at the stadium they'll be playing in, and would try to get me a deal on some tickets. O..o

YAY!! :D :D Music bringing people together! ^.=.^ *sings "Come Together"*

So that'll be fun if I can get a deal with his friend. :)

Seriously I'm freaking out about the upcoming AC/DC concert this December. Tickets are selling FAST. I just found a pair of stage-front tickets for about $1500, and if anyone wants to help me out, I can pay them back over the next 3 months :< I want those tickets so badly. T..T

**EDIT***

Okay so the $1500 tickets aren't available anymore, so I'll have to settle on cheaper seats that are further from the stage.

There are only 4 tickets left for center section, 2nd row back from the floor section. They're $402 each... Without help from anyone I can only afford one for myself, and not Kain... or on my own I could actually afford the ones a few more rows back @ $295ea... $590 for 2 tickets to what is sure to be the greatest show I'll see in my entire life? :> I can do that. :D But damn I wish I had help. xP

Today was very busy. I had to make a call to the man who will be managing my lyrics at BMI in regards to my songwriting career. I have another meeting with him tomorrow. While driving today, I saw a homeless man in a wheelchair trying to wheel himself onto the highway during heavy traffic. I had to make a stop at a company, where I noticed inside their break room a sign which read, "It has been 110 Days Since the Last Accident", where 110 was written with dry erase marker. Next to it, just outside the sign, it also said, "Or Charlie." Driving back, I saw a restaurant called "Your Home" that had burned to the ground and was being bulldozed. The Vegas-style sign with the restaurant's name and a giant arrow pointing to where the building had been was still standing, leaving a giant sign saying "Your Home", with an arrow pointing to a burned heap of rubble. As I continued driving back, the same homeless man had given up trying to get onto the highway, and was now trying to get into the gas station nearby. When I got home and got online, I was greeted with this:

[17:52] Scribbles: yay! finally home! :3
[17:54] Abbot|Sleep: D:
[17:54] Abbot|Sleep: Your home wasn't burned to the ground when you got home? D:
[17:55] Scribbles: actually it was.
[17:55] Abbot: Oh


This of course sparked a fun conversation that repeats what I've said about my day.

Man, I wish every day were this weird and fun.

I found The Card I was looking for earlier. It was at the Borders bookstore off of Walnut St. in Cary. x..x Don't know how it got there. Glad to know nobody threw it out.

Okay so I log onto FA at work today, and went looking for my old friends from the Carolina Furs group. :) I found one using a link from the Yahoo Groups site. Left a shout on the page, ya know? Just being friendly.

I logged back on tonight after work, and I have now found that I'm being watched by 3 new people that I'm unfamiliar with. And they were all Carolina Furs. O..o

Now normally I would not go to the extent of writing a journal regarding this, but it surprised me a bit. Not in a bad way at all-- but I certainly wasn't expecting to get 3 watches after 1 random shout on a local fur's page.

So... I guess what I'm trying to say is...

HEY YOU FURRIES! I'M A CAROLINA FUR! I have been trying to get back in touch with the Carolina Furs group for a while, so help me out! Where are you guys? :o

That's how I have been lately. :/ So I'm lucky if I'm only recording 1 song a week. And even then, I still haven't had time to transpose the lyrics onto paper or on my computer. I've got 2 that I'm going to try and get up on the site this weekend if things don't go to hell. Sorry about the lack of postings until then. Till next Scribe, Ciao!

Ryuu C.S., the ScribbleDragon
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon"

Stolen from  Crome. ^..^

Level 1
(X) Smoked A Cigarette (Had to quit when I learned I was allergic to tobacco xP )
( ) Smoked A Cigar
(X) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex (duh?)
SO FAR: 2

Level 2
(X) Are / Been In Love
(X) Dumped someone
(X) Been Fired
(X) Been In A Fist Fight
SO FAR: 6

Level 3
( ) Had / Have A Crush On An Older Person
(X) Skipped Class
(X) Slept With A Co-worker (Only one of them, I swear!)
(X) Seen Someone / Something Die
SO FAR: 9

Level 4
( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Furaffinity Friends
( ) Been To Paris
( ) Been To Spain
(X) Been On A Plane
( ) Thrown Up From Drinking
SO FAR: 10

Level 5
(X) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been Snowboarding
(X) Met Someone Through Internet
( ) Been in a Mosh Pit
SO FAR: 12

Level 6
(X) Been In An Abusive Relationship
(X) Taken Pain Killers
(X) Liked/loved Someone Who You Cant Have
(X) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By
(X) Made A Snow Angel
SO FAR: 17

Level 7
(X) Had A Tea Party
( ) Flown A Kite
(X) Built A Sand Castle
( ) Gone mudding
(X) Played Dress Up
SO FAR: 20

Level 8
(X) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves
(X) Gone Sledding
(X) Cheated While Playing A Game
(X) Been Lonely
(X) Fallen Asleep At Work / School (My teacher chucked an eraser at my head.)
SO far: 25

Level 10
(X) Watched The Sun Set
( ) Felt An Earthquake
( ) Killed A Snake (NEVAH!!! D: )
SO FAR: 26

Level 11
(X) Been Tickled
(X) Been Robbed / Vandalized
(X) Been cheated on
(X) Been Misunderstood
SO FAR: 30

Level 12
(X) Won A Contest
(X) Been Suspended From School
(X) Had Detention
(X) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident
SO FAR: 34

Level 13
(X) Had / Have Braces
( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(X) Danced in the moonlight
SO FAR : 36

Level 14
(X) Hated The Way You Look
(X) Witnessed A Crime
( ) Pole Danced
(X) Questioned Your Heart
( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes
SO FAR: 39

Level 15
(X) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud
( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
(X) Swam In The Ocean
(X) Felt Like You Were Dying
SO FAR:42

Level 16
(X) Cried Yourself To Sleep
(X) Played Cops And Robbers
( ) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers
(X) Sang Karaoke
(X) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins
SO FAR: 46

Level 17
(X) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
(X) Made Prank Phone Calls
( ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
( ) Kissed In The Rain
SO FAR: 48

Level 18
(X) Written A Letter To Santa Claus
( ) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About
(X) Blown Bubbles
(X) Made A Bonfire On The Beach Or Anywhere
SO FAR: 51

Level 19
( ) Crashed A Party
( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People
(X) Had A Wish Come True
( ) Been Humped By A Monkey (I don't think  RedMonkey counts)
SO FAR: 52

Level 20
( ) Worn Pearls
( ) Jumped Off A Bridge
(X) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"
( ) Swam With Dolphins
SO FAR: 53

Level 21
( ) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cubes
( ) Kicked A Fish
(X) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
(X) Sat On A Roof Top and watched the stars
SO FAR: 55

Level 22
(X) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
(X) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel
( ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours
( ) Recently stayed up for a while talking to someone you care about
SO FAR: 57

Level 23
(X) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree
(X) Climbed A Tree
(X) Had/Been In A Tree House
(X) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone
SO FAR: 61

Level 24
(X) Believed In Ghosts
( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes
( ) Gone Streaking
( ) Visited Jail
SO FAR: 62

Level 25
( ) Played Chinese Chicken
(X) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
(X) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger (I had a lesbian hit on me at a gay bar. She bought me 4 drinks before I told her I was a dude. xD )
( ) Broken A Bone
(X) Been Easily Amused
SO FAR: 65

Level 26
(X) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later
(X) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one
(X) Caught A Butterfly
(X) Laughed So Hard You Cried
( ) Cried So Hard You Laughed
SO FAR: 70

Level 27
( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone
( ) Had Someone Moon/Flash You
( ) Cheated On A Test
(X) Forgotten Someone's Name (Frequently. T..T )
( ) French Braided Someones Hair
(X) Gone Skinny Dipping
(X) Been Kicked Out Of Your House
SO FAR: 73
Level 28
(X) Rode A Roller Coaster
( ) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling
(X) Had A Cavity
( ) Black-Mailed Someone
( ) Been Black Mailed
SO FAR: 75

Level 29
(X) Been Used
(X) Fell Going Up The Stairs (and slid all the way back down. x..x )
( ) Licked A Cat (For all the cats I've had.... And I have not.)
(X) Bitten Someone
(X) Licked Someone
SO FAR: 79

Level 30
( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint (I'm guessing BB guns don't count.)
( ) Had sex in the rain (Oh man I'd love to.)
( ) Flattened someones tires
(X) Rode in a car/truck until the gas light came on
(X) Got five dollars or less worth of gas (It was in the same trip that the gas light came on during it. I needed enough to get just a bit further)
TOTAL: 81

I'd like to first say how sorry I am for appearing to be dead in the weeks prior to the FA Comatose. I've been dealing with a lot of "at home" issues.

Included among such things is one which I'd like to mention up front because as one who enjoys writing, I fear that if I don't write it down right now, I'll probably never actually end up saying it.

My grandmother, Lewise, whom we in the family affectionately call "Lassie", has recently undergone spinal surgery in her ripe age of 83. It didn't go so well. She's not dead, but she's gonna take a lot longer to recover than expected. That is of course assuming she DOES in fact recover. Don't get me wrong, I love the old gal to death, but at her age--- its not really the best time in one's life to decide on getting surgery.

In any case, until she gets out of the hospital bed and starts doing the jitterbug, I'm not going to be convinced that this surgery was a great idea. But I'm guessing its also wrong of me to be judgmental of my parents who decided that she should get the treatment done in the first place. While I understand that they were looking into her best interests, at this point it almost seems like her having to use a walker all the time might have been a friendly alternative to something like being dead.

So they made a bad call on the operation (in my opinion), or maybe its the doctor's fault. But in the end all I'm really doing is looking desperately to point the finger at somebody for the pain that my grandma is in right now. After all, she's the only one I've got left, and I still get hung up over the many OTHER deaths in the family.

Point being, I'm fairly stressed out at the moment. My grandma's health is only the tip of the iceberg that my ship named Sanity is sailing towards-- so please understand if I'm not able to provide the usual pleasant lyre and muse that I'm normally scribing out, there's generally a good reason for it.

Until next I scribe, this is Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon, reminding you that life goes on. So cry me a river, build a bridge, get over it, burn it down, and don't look back. Thirty days, next case.

I just saw Wanted in the theater with Kain. That movie is... hmm... I'm not sure what I could say it reminded me of. It was very original. It was very awesome. To get an idea what it might be like, if you take every good James Bond movie, mix it with the Borne trilogy, add a dash of the first Matrix movie, and stick it in a blender comprised of Chuck Norris' beard, You MIGHT get something as awesome as "Wanted", but I can't really be sure. Go see it for yourself. It was GREAT.

Hello to all you who read this. As I write this message from my office desk during a short lapse between posting old checks and answering phones for customers who don’t know what they want, I find my self pondering when the last time I heard a good “office” song. To be sure, the first piece that comes to mind is “Take This Job And Shove It.” And while this musical fave of mine describes the epitome of life as an office bitch, its merely one track amidst the world’s massive playlists floating around the music world.

I am in the mood to hear a song about pissing in my boss’s cup of coffee, driving down to my clients’ workplaces and smashing in their skulls with the leaking printer cartridge that keeps smudging every document I print, setting our marketing supervisor’s hair on fire with her cigarettes while she smokes in the bathroom, then detonating the building’s seemingly volatile copy/fax machine while singing “The Roof Is On Fire.” Anyone else ever have a day like that?

Anyways, I want to hear your fondest/direst memories of work, if you have any. Mine would have to be the time I unintentionally hit one of my less-than-pleasant coworkers with my car and he was forced to take a week off for the injury. Its his own fault for not moving out of the way of a slow moving vehicle… :) Man, I wish I had music for that. xD

So anyways, until next I scribe-- Ciao!

Okay, so I decided to do a little writing during my lunch hour today, and after about 45 minutes of straight scribing without breaks of any kind (not even for my food), I had composed this wonderful poem called "Things That Move Us: A Dark Journey." It was a wonderful piece of fiction that I was using as a story upon how I came to be the "Scribble Dragon." I'd written nearly 4 pages of POETRY!! With METER!!! HOLY CRAP!! Anybody here know how hard it is to write a poem with rhyming meter? HOLY SHIT! >..< The reason I'm pissed right now is because apparently the Autosave wasn't turned on, and we had a bit of a powersurge, and its GONE!!!!

...I am sorry for venting on FA, but this is the only journal of any sort that I keep anymore. Just thought I'd pass along my frustration to you people.

Thanks for putting up with my frustration, and I'm sorry i haven't posted anything new in a while. I'm still working, just not as quite as much now because I've got a dayjob. :P Ciao folks! Until next I scribe!

Ryuujin C. S., the Scribble Dragon
"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon"

'Ello and good evening. Writing to you from my bedside with the sniffles and sunburn, chills and bugbites. I had a wonderful Memorial Day vacation, which I spent with my aunt and uncle (per advice of  darker-kain ). I had originally indended to go to Animazement, but I figured this would be a better idea, and I think it was. Although my grandmother is going senile, and my uncle is the epitomy of Chevy Chase on a Lampoon's Vacation film. I managed to finish (definitively) the first chapter of "The Scribe", which I will be posting in a day or so after I recover from my beach blues. I got horrible sunburn while I was away. I went to Cape Lookout and various other islands on the Outer Banks, and on Harker's Island, I fell asleep while tanning. So now half of my face is going to look like a giant liverspot. My apologies to those of you whose art I have not been able to comment on or whose journals I have not read, but I've been without internet for almost 5 days, and was quite happy to be able to relax under the sun with a good book and to be able to work on my stories.

In other news, my father (who those of you have had the displeasure of meeting) recently got an invitation the Special Olympics.

If I had a nickel for every time a friend of mine has said, "you're dad's retarded," i'd be a very rich man. That in mind, when I opened the letter at my dad's workplace, it was merely seconds ago that he had said over the phone to a customer of his, that the typo on the website which listed him as the "GN" of the company (as opposed to GM-- general manager), stood for "General Nutcase." (Other coworkers who heard him say this looked at him and nodded in agreement.)

In any case, the letter was quite literally said, "Thank you for you support and assistance in aiding the Special Olympics. We have greatly appreciated your participation in the past, and look forward to your contributions this year." It then went on to say if he'd like to make a donation for this year to send it to the adress below, at which point I realized that apparently he'd been making donations, not actually participating. Still, the wording in the letter left room for one to suspect otherwise.

At the bottom of the letter it read, "If you would like to attend this year's Special Olympics, or know anyone who would be eligible to participate, please call...." When I go to work tomorrow, I'll see if I can recover a copy of the letter so I can scan it onto the website here, though its likely been thrown away by now.

The point of me telling you this is simple: To alleviate your querries regarding the intelligence and/or sanity of my father. YES. He is retarded. But I preffer to think of him as "special," just as any other father is 'special' to their child in some fashion.

I have a superpowered microwave. I was unaware of the power it held. For lunch today, I wanted to nom on some pizza bagles. They normally take 6 to 9 minutes to cook at 50% power.

I found a button on my microwave that I hadn't noticed before. It reads "SpeedCook"... I've never used it before. I decided to cook my pizza bagles on that setting cuz I didn't feel like waiting 9 minutes.

So to test it out, I put bagles in for 15 seconds to get a feel for it. I set it on HIGH, and press start.

There's a whirring noise not familiar to me, and an irredescent glow emminates from the microwave above my stove. It shines brighter than any light currently turned on in the house. Its like staring directly into halogen high-beams on a car.

Fifteen seconds go by fairly quickly, and my microwave dings and I open the door. Steam and smoke waft forth in an odd mixture, and I cringe at the heat comming off the cardboard tray that the bagles are on... or at least... what's left of the bagles...

The cheese had evaporated. Liquified, then evaporated. The tomato sauce was boiling (though little was left), and the bagles had gone from white to crispy burned dark brown.

I am now terrified of my microwave, which apparently has its origins in a government weapons facility. I fear the day the family who buys this decides to make a quick bag of popcorn.... they will surely burn down the house.



***EDIT*****

What happened appears to have been a fluke. My dad and I attempted to re-create the accident on some buttered bread. It heated the bread nicely and melted the butter but nothing caught fire. o..o;; Maybe my microwave is bipolar.

Currently I am settling in to my new residency with my parents. Its been a bit of a difficult shift for me for many reasons. I'd like to say I'm sorry for the lack of recent posts, though I hope I'll be able to get some new material out to you all in the near future. Just for now, I'm trying to get things straightened out (as much as possible, at least).

Sincerely sorry,
Ryuu C. S., the Scribble Dragon

"Never Wake A Sleeping Dragon"