Okay, I'm a day early but since I won't be AROUND tomorrow, I figured I'd get this out of the way now. Hum... 2011 in a nut shell...

I really wanted to write some smart-ass post about love, life, the universe and everything in between, but at this point in time, it's not possible. Really long story, won't get into it. 2011 was... interesting.

I got arrested for 2(3) weeks. I started university. I got accepted to fly down to Ecuador in May, and I got everything together enough to go visit some friends down in the States and Mexico. Got a "girlfriend" of sorts... no, it's not going to go anywhere, no, it's not serious so to speak, but it's something. Not sure if I would consider myself a year wiser, but I actually feel a year older. Starting to work to better myself, which... is actually a bigger deal than it sounds.

I found confidence, actually. Somewhere, it's still not much, but it's better than I was six months ago. Also, jesus fucking christ I can't stand my sister anymore.

Friends, real friends, are apparently very, very hard to come by. It's... an ongoing process, but I think that I'll be shortly cleaning house and wiping the cobwebs away. New year, yeah? Hopefully everything goes well.

And for the record? Just keep doing what you have fun doing. I've got no inspiring words of wisdom, no cure for all that ails, but... if you've been doing it for however many years and it's still working, you might as well ride it out to the end. I'm learning, very quickly, that what I like and what I'm good at aren't always the same thing. So do what you enjoy, consequences be damned.

Stay frosty and good luck in 2012.

FREEDOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!! FINALS SURVIVED! CLASSES PASSED (barely)!!!

I AM GOING TO GET SO FUCKING DRUNK YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. Seriously, tomorrow, expect this journal to be full of horrible spelling and references to automotive parts.

So stoked. This year is almost over. Gonna be kickin' it with some ballin' friends over christmas ( carlito thronezwei flareon13 lightningkimba and the rest of you fuckers).

Then, next year... I'm going to be mailing myself down to California to chill with  blink for a couple days, hopefully with some other people hanging out ( favlaud Natsuki_Raichu dark-chaos) and then I'm getting FedEx'd down to San Francisco de Campeche to spend some time with everybody's favorite Mexicunt  Wiitenuant!

Oh yeah, and I'm getting sent to Ecuador for 3 weeks in May. C: And then published for the first time in my life.

I AM SO EXCITE FOR THE NEW YEAR.

Songs for the Day:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XVW.....G0&ob=av2e Mutemath - Typical
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXFp.....eature=related God is an Astronaut - Echoes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQAD-rJPHyg Bleeker Ridge - Sick of You

Oh yeah, merry christmas and shit. I'll post porn. :]

Locked in a cave till Dec. 14th! Will emerge (and shower) on the 15th!

... and yeah I'm posting at 7 in the morning because I've got a test today in less than 2 hours askjhajgkhajkfhajkghjahgljka

My schedule for the next week:

Thurs: Essay
Fri: 2 papers
Monday: Midterm
Tues: essay
Wed: midterm
Thurs: essay

.... why did I sign up for this again? *cracks knuckles* WEEK OF HELL, HERE I COME!

My thoughts on Hallowe'en.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YOEO7jtIs4 Here's your treat...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyll5b8-eg8 And here's your trick ;]

Fuck you, I know it's not Saint Patrick's Day, but it still works.

Originally, I had a big post figured out about cars, and how a car can be art and blah blah blah, but this just came to me a bit ago, so I figure I'll run with it. Go grab your wallet; no really, I'll wait. Once you've done that, I want you to pull out some money. It doesn't matter if it's a dollar, a dime or a fifty, just take a tangible piece of money and hold onto it for a moment. We do this so often that, by now, you probably don't even think about it.

Now try this: describe money. Define it. What is it? What does it do? Where does it come from? Our entire society as a whole is based around this currency, but does anyone every stop to ask why? Does anyone wonder, even for a moment, what money actually is? Probably not. You see, money is a very strange object - on it's own, it has absolutely no value to society whatsoever. And yet, everything we do is based on it. We live and die by the clock, and what does the clock give us? Money. But if you try to explain what money is to someone who has never used it, the concept is foreign and alien. Money is a promise. It's a promise that, somewhere down the line, someone has done work equal to the denomination that you're holding. Somebody out there believes that somebody did that much work. It's a rather strange association; we've forced an importance on something that has none.

Still with me? Okay, glad that I didn't lose you up there. Now here's the next bit - list off five things that you consider important. Friends, family, your car, your house, whatever you find important. Even the environment or your country, just anything. What makes them important? Why do those things take precedence in your life? To someone else, would they have the same value?

I realized today, and sort of in passing a couple times before, that importance is a completely null term. Nothing is important in the sense that it matters to the universe as a whole, with a few exceptions. Light, water, air and soil pop to mind immediately, and even some of those are questionable; a fish can survive without air, so to speak, and there's many animals that live without light. What I'm trying to get at here is that importance, being important or even being called important, none of it makes any sense. If you end up important, it's only because others have made you so; things that you've created, they brought in and made a part of themselves. Those who look up to you are literally the only reason anything you say, do, or think get elevated above the random wafflings of an insane hobo.

Importance can also be negative; if people are pointing and making fun, they're still validating your existence by keeping an eye on you. It's rather humorous how that works.

Anyway, this is getting rather long winded, I'm tired and I've got class bright and early, so I think I'll end it here. Pardon the random post, just something I've had bouncing around in my head.

So it's 4.19 in the morning, and I can't sleep. I've been pitching darts at a wall and ideas at a friend for almost an hour now, listening to Black Stone Cherry and Soungarden on repeat. We're both kinda sunk on the whole 'PCA' thing (which makes me VERY happy I had the foresight not to put PCA in my name - suck it, you know you're mad) but this account is still.... you know, here. This is FURaffinity, but seriously, fuck the rules.

I've had a handful of ideas kicking around for a long time, old stories I can plow up from the abyss, just miscellaneous shit floating about... Wolf has a lot of pictures and older stuff (once again) just floating around. Seriously, what do you guys want to see? I've got people, I've got anthros (I flat out refuse to use the term 'furry' for any reason other than snide, passing comments at freaks I see at the mall and for an unshaven crotchal region) and I've got... other stuff. Aliens? Man, what do you have other than anthros and humans? Like, seriously, what do you get once you move past that? 'Creatures', I guess. Anyway.

Seriously, let me know what you think. We're going to try to keep this semi-updated and mercifully automobile-free (Wolf decided that, not me), but we gotta know what you guys want to see.

I might also use the journals here to do a weekly blog-like post, just something random that came up that I have thoughts or an opinion on. Got some thoughts? Post, reply, whatever. Just give me SOME form of input.

After all, no input is the reason we walked away from everything, and we'd rather not do it again.

Cheers,
Snow

... okay. Computer's back-touchwoodcrossfingers- for now. I'm really being cautious about optimism here.

6HDs. That's what it took (thus far). I think it's over-touchwoodcrossfingers. Installing everything again, slowly, carefully. One piece at a time. Thank god I bought that external and moved as much as I could to it. Couple ideas as to what's killing everything:

1) nothing but bad luck. This is the most probable culprit.

2) motherboard failing. I really, really hope it's not this.

3) bad power supply. I've always had issues with my power supply, so this is about a 50/50.

Either way, managed to get out of buying a new video card - took the computer in, didn't work. They tried one of their cards, didn't work. Took all the RAM out, put it back in. Worked. They think that reset the motherboard. It's home now, working for now-touchwoodcrossfingers.

This is getting stupid. And expensive. Fast.

~Snow

Uh... you don't have to read this. I'm taking the other journal off our page, is all. Long rant about cars below. (Stolen from Snow's DA)

Put down your picket, this isn't a God vs. Darwin debate (Darwin won by a landslide already). I'm sitting here after dealing with (x) number of angry people throwing rocks and slinging turds over cars. Specifically, new vs. old.

Don't get me wrong, automotive technology has to move forward; it's a competitive market, and people don't appreciate buying the same slag year after year, which is why we end up with 18 models of the same car. People also like choice, even if it's just the illusion of choice - three quarters of the world's garages could be filled with Civics and Corollas and really, no one would be the wiser. But people like to browse, pick and choose. Be it Beetle or Bimmer, from Ascari to Zagato, people need to spend copious amounts of money for a freedom that may or may not exist.

Which brings me back to the evolution of a car. Take any vehicle on the market today, and it has an "ancestor" of sorts; the Evo X is a direct descendant of the Mitsubishii Evolopithicus, all those years ago. The ones I'll focus on, however, are the muscle cars. Okay, okay, so my definition is really narrow, and I know that there's a lot more muscle cars than the trio I'm going to pick at, but I'm trying to make a point. The Ford Mustang, Chevrolet Camaro and Dodge Challenger are some of the most quintessential American sports cars, and here in 2011, they've come back stronger, faster, and sleeker than ever before, evolving beyond what could've been imagined almost fifty years ago.

... so then, are they still a Mustang, a Camaro and a Challenger? At what point does a car evolve beyond what it started as? The Challenger still has the original body, though it has definitely bulked up around the middle, put on a few pounds and found a new heart. The 'hemi' as it was is dead and gone, killed for poor fuel economy and stinking up the planet. New materials form the body and more ponies thrash around under the hood, but it's still a Challenger. Compare them side-by-side and you can see the family DNA.

The same goes with the Mustang, as much as it's changed. From the original ponycar to today's longest-running American favorite, the Mustang is, was, and always will be the Mustang. It came close, more than once, to dying. Deep in the car's past, there was a couple ballless, gutless four bangers hiding in there. Even the current V6 is a bit on the puny size.

And then we have the Camaro. A car that has only found a following because it's been in a couple movies. I won't keep my opinion a secret - I think the thing is hideous. It shouldn't have the Camaro badging because it ISN'T a Camaro. Just like a Chihuahua and a Great Dane are still technically Canis Familiaris, the Camaro is still technically the Camaro... but is it? Being of the same species means breeding produces viable offspring. What do you get if you cross a Chihuahua with a Great Dane? Either a Chihuahua with a ladder, or one hell of a mess. That's how I feel about the new Camaro. Chevrolet slapped an old, nostalgic name onto a new, technologically advanced car and sold it for the masses. I would probably be a lot more forgiving of it if it wasn't the Camaro. Playing off the nostalgia factor just doesn't sit right for me.

The new Camaro reeks of 'quick buck' syndrome. The new Challenger sits high and dry, as beautiful and under appreciated as ever. And the Mustang just trundles along, neither gaining nor losing ground. Out of the three, my favorite is the least loved. Maybe it's better that way.

Logged on this morning and what do I see?
A change of the  pokecombatacademy leadership starin' back at me.

Okay, okay, rhyming aside, the point is that a lot of us writers are apparently gettin' the shaft.

.... so what? Not like an acronym can control me, lol. I'll probably be kickin' around still, but this means that this isn't a "pca" account persay anymore. Just gonna be having fun doing what we want.

Guess that makes us an "outlaw" in this case, now that we're not technically allowed to do stuff. Oh well, I've always liked wearing a bandana anyway.

Cheers,
10 and Wolfe

Alright, for those of you who don't know, I'm officially 20 years old; one year shy of American legal drinking age (4 years over EVERYWHERE ELSE). I've survived 2 decades, lived in 2 centuries and have lived on every continent on the planet. I could list my achievements, but that's really short; so, I'm going to give you a list of 20 things I learned in my past 20 years.

1. When you come up with something absolutely amazing and try to explain it to someone else, all majesty will be lost and you'll sound like a dreamer and a moron.
2. Axe deodorant is flammable.
2. a) Alcohol is flammable.
2. b) Human hair is flammable.
2. c) Combining these three elements does not many any one LESS flammable.
3. Friends are expendable and a dime a dozen.
4. Real friends don't go when you find them, and they will drag your stupid ass out of whatever you end up in.
4. a) Real friends are like parasites; you can't get rid of the bastards.
5. Drawings of nudity are an acceptable form of communication amongst true friends.
6. Police do not appreciate doughnut jokes.
7. Police do not appreciate you running.
8. 3/4 times, you CAN outrun the police. This is not recommended as it makes for some interesting explaining.
9. You CAN talk yourself out of anything, if you use the appropriate amount of bullshit.
10. If you hate something, don't tell anyone; friends will mock you for it and real friends will play it incessantly to the point of insanity.
11. The more you look up to someone, the greater the probability that they will disappoint you in a spectacular fashion.
11. a) If someone you admire and look up to is deep in thought, chances are they're thinking about lunch or if they can pass gas quietly enough to get away with it. They are not thinking about you, nor will they ever do so.
12. Beer before liquor is a one-way ride to hell.
13. Accents are cool.
13. a) Accents may get you shot at, depending where you are.
14. Be yourself; those around you will love it, those who can't stand it aren't worth being around.
15. Light tubes do break when smashed against a human's body; this is neither intelligent nor painless. In fact, it hurts a lot.
16. If you must staple a part of your body, do so at your own accord; NEVER listen to friend's ideas on the subject.
16. a) Chances are your friends are going to staple you anyway, since you're dumb enough to suggest it.
16. b) You had it coming, quit whining.
17. In a panic situation, gunpowder and a lighter is an acceptable way to close a wound; it is neither pleasant or attractive, but it can save your life.
17. a) Quit whining, that could have killed you.
18. Dance like no one can see you.
19. Sing like no one can hear you.
20. Love life no matter what anyone tells you; you've only got one, make it count.

~ Snow

I want to point out that Wolf made me post this. I in no way helped set this up, nor knew it was coming. Seriously, I got on with a hangover and she's like "HERE CHECK THIS!" and shoved it in my face :| Anyway, pretty cool (she was bored, I'm sure) setup over -> http://www.snowwolf.silvrdesignz.com/p/ here. I don't know what to make of it, but I will say it's hella more convenient for me posting than FA. Anyway, check it out if you got time!

~ Snow

Okay, I don't like posting journals up this close together, but I feel that this needs to be said. Yes, I just wrote an essay in a journal, get over it.

Unova is the territory, region, province, whatever you want to call it. No, it is not Isshu. It was Isshu in Japan, and unless you live in Japan, you have no reason to call it Isshu. If you are still going to call it Isshu, because damn the torpedoes, no name has ever been changed between Japanese and American markets before, I have only one thing to ask of you. Look around yourself and find a pencil or a pen. Go on, I'll wait.

Found one? Good. Now, spread your fingers like the sign from Star Trek and place the pencil between your middle and ring finger. Using your other hand, squeeze the two fingers together. You may notice that this really fucking hurts, and you have now received your punishment for calling the stupid region by it's Japanese name. Mert tudok egy foltelmes ember leni. Did that make any sense to you? No, probably not, unless you speak Hungarian. For much the same reason tagging "desu" onto stuff is idiotic, calling the region Isshu is an utterly moronic pursuit. If you keep calling the region Isshu, congratulations, one more point onto your Weeaboo meter and you've lost the respect of almost everyone on planet Earth!

Which brings me to the whole 'reintegration' concept of Unova as a whole. So far, I have seen three explanations for how to get your Unova characters into the PCA, and they are as follows:

1. Unova is a recently discovered area.
Reason this is retarded: Simple. We have charts of the fucking moon and solar systems thousands of light years away. We have mapped out the very bottom of the ocean and while we don't know what's down there, we know that there is a bottom to it. What makes you think that another region, floating a couple hundred miles (or even less) away from the other Pokeregions, would go undiscovered? Especially when the whole island is a giant fucking city?

2. Unova recently opened it's doors to the outside world.
Alright, out of the three, this is easily the dumbest fucking one that I've seen. A self-absorbed region cannot just 'open it's doors' to the world. There are consequences. Rather large ones at that. Take for example the last country to do so to the world: the failing Soviet Union. Now, I can say without humility that I happen to know quite a bit about this, so let me explain what I mean. When the Soviet Union collapsed, free trade and the outside world poured in. Suddenly, the ex-Republics were not trading with devalued rubles, but were expected to cough up hard currency. This caused inflation rates to soar into the 1000% range, if not higher. Poverty went through the roof, crime exploded, and the mass exodus from the ex-Republics crippled the world economy. Much the same would have happened in Unova. Not to mention that a shut-in country/republic lags behind (no matter what anyone will try to argue), the Unova region cannot be this second option.

3. Unova has always been here, we just never went into detail about it.
I like to give credit where credit is due, so I'm going to call this the "Carlito Method". The borders of Unova never opened; they were never closed. The region was never discovered; it's always been there. Why didn't we go into detail about it? Because WE, in OUR world, never knew it existed, but to the Pokemorphs in the PCA-verse, it's always been there. Just because you're a shut in that doesn't know where or what the Taj Mahal is doesn't mean that it ceases to exist. If I give you the name of an animal you never knew was living on this planet, does that mean that it SUDDENLY burst into existence the moment I uttered the name? No! Unova was never explored because none of the "focus" characters were from there, or interacted with Unova characters.

And finally, the last topic I'm going to rant on, the English names. Oooh, the English names. From Snivy to Braviary, everyone has an opinion. This situation is what I am going to dub "Wargle Syndrome". Wargle is the Japanese name for Braviary (in case you've been living under a rock and didn't know this) and it happens to be the biggest and sorest subject in the names I've seen so far. Provided your brain is located in your head and not your rectum, you may have guessed that "Wargle" comes from "War" and "Eagle", both butchered English words that have been used by the Japanese. "Wargle" is the Japanese equivalent to "Desu" that all the weeaboo fans spout ad nauseum i.e. more than once. If the fans would take a step back and look at "Wargle", they'd realize that Braviary (bray-vee-air-ee) looks a hell of a lot cooler and sounds much better than "Wargle" - a sound that I can only compare to trying to gargle a bowl of cereal in a culvert.

Your ranting and raving has no effect on Gamefreak, nor do they give a shit; thousands of people "Boycotted" Modern Warfare 2 due to the lack of dedicated servers, but some ten million people still bought it. Do you think that anyone cares? No, of course not. You're only fooling yourself, and you end up the bigger joke because of it.

Speaking as someone who follows the vehicle aftermarket industry, I can confidently say that, while America is addicted to Japan and follows it around like a piece of bogroll suck on the bottom of it's shoe, Japan is doing the exact same right back to America. The two countries are so caught up in sucking each other off that neither is able to live without blatantly copy-pasting everything the other does ad-nauseum (i.e. more than never). While I love JDM and imports (that's Japanese Domestic Market for all you non-car people) and Japanese culture as a whole (I mean, come on; ninjas, sohei and samurai are rather bad ass) you don't see me running around spouting random Japanese words. Unless you can speak Japanese fluently, I sorely hope that you have enough sense to accept the fucking English names, at least in public. Don't embarrass yourself or the people you surround yourself with.

~ Snow (Wolf had nothing to do with the writing of this and she's pretty weeaboo anyway. :P )

Yep, that's it. 2010 is done, onwards to 2011. On retrospect, our years were kinda rocky, but at least one ended on one hell of a good note (more about that in a bit). The long and the short of this year is pretty simple; had to job hop due mostly to medical conditions and once due to my inability to agree with my manager (really long story there... let's just say I wasn't about to charge someone 200 bucks for work we DIDN'T DO, so I got canned/quit. It was mutual.) I can only really speak for myself when I say that 2010 kinda sucked balls.

On WOLF'S end of things, though, I don't really think things did. It's been one hell of a rollercoaster for both of us, but I think I can sum up Wolf's year (without her arguing too much) with one sentence:

Wolf Got Engaged

Ayep. Though I'm probably gonna get yelled at for saying this without her consent, FUCK IT, the world should know, yo. Wish them all the best; no date set and unfortunately, I doubt I'll be able to get back to Florida for the wedding, but who knows?

Anyway, onwards into 2011. My resolution is... 1600x1200. Okay okay bad joke. Seriously though, we're going to try to get some more stuff up an' up, hopefully life will calm down in 2011. Who knows though? Happy new year to all, unless you're Chinese and still run off the old calendar, which probably means you're a Dai tribesman or something, then happy new year a month in advance.

... I wonder if I'll be allowed to wear my bandannas if I get stuck in a tux....

Waste of Money, Brains and Time. Acronym, and stuffs. It's currently balls-o'clock in the morning, my sleep schedule is somewhere on the corner of Fucked and Nonexistent, and I'm watching Blink make fun of her friend Beans (apparently, not friend; fag hag, but we won't touch that subject).

Anyway, Just moving that old journal off our page and promising that yes, sooner or later, we might get back to drawing shit. Someday. Maybe. I think. Wolfie's busy as hell, works at a costume/novelty store, so you can imagine that Halloween/Thanksgiving/Christmas/Valentines is hell on her end... I've been writing off and on, my spark seems to keep trying to die. So, soon, I hope. We -might- get our shit together.

Either way, let's talk games. Black & White! Moonspeak names are pissing me off, hurry the fuck and get released. Fallout: New Vegas! Just an expansion pack, NEXT! Call of Duty: Black Ops! I just spent 9/10ths of the game as a delusional fuck who thinks that a dead communist has been helping him through hell. Really like the message this game offers all the Americans: "Yeah, there were good Commies, but LOL they only exist in ur brain! 8B". I wasn't impressed. And now that everyone just read that, I'm going to be getting half a dozen angry messages in AIM shortly, HAH.

... and I totally had something else to talk about, but my brain just shut down completely. Anyway. Shout out to and , because they're cool folks and stuff.

~ Snow

P.S. - Malu, IT'S A TRAP! A really well disguised one, but IT'S STILL A GOD DAMNED TRAP!

So thanks to my partner in crime, Snow, I've regained my artist's spark. I will, I repeat, WILL be drawing and uploading more. I'm going to upload sketches into the scraps as well. So check often. :) Snow and I also are going to be working alot closer together with the artwork (using a remote streaming program) so things should get done faster with much better detail. Also more characters will come into play into our gallery.

On a side note...
Supposedly I have a nice butt, I'm fun to tickle, and warm to snuggle with. O.o Courtesy of Snow. <3 I enjoyed his visit alot, but wish we could've spent more time together. D: We needed to talk more about PCA stuff while he was here. It was a whole lot easier than text/voice. lol

~Wolf

PS. Thanks for all the support I got from everyone at AWA this weekend. :) The advice I got was priceless and I'll be working harder on my artwork from now on, and practicing more.

... no, seriously, it was. I blame  Kasedilla for it though.

I just got back from the first 'real' day at the con, and holy crap, it has been BRUTALLY long. Ugh, not a big fan of cons yet, sorry. Anyway, I got to spend some time with  PCAduck and  Kasedilla, saw a bunch of fat girls who shouldn't be cosplaying what they are.... . . . . not nice.

ANYWAY! Yeah, Kase drew a little comic about Sushi, involving Mexican spiders... I can't remember exactly how it came around, but either way, I've got a pretty sweet little reminder when I ship back to the frozen wasteland of Canuckland. Might actually scan it in, if I can get permission. Update done, I'm going to go find someone to buy me liquor (since apparently you have to be 21 down here >/) and spend the night. Drama.

~Snow

It's a new year, so why give the students at the PCA the same boring old art building to stare at? Break out the brushes, claws, sandblasters and rattle-cans, because it's time to decorate the Art Building.

After a long summer, coming back to school can be a drag, so in order to keep things alive, the staff at the PCA hatched a daring plan; what if you gave the students a massive blank canvas and let them run riot? Some restrictions apply, obviously... like getting your artwork approved by a teacher or the principal... but other than that? Go crazy. Get that creative energy out and into the atmosphere... the whole Arts Building is your canvas. Different styles, flavors, nationalities, all coming together to put together a masterpiece. So many differences flowing into one building, just like the Arts should be; fun, entertaining and unique. After all... how long can you stare at the same wall?

In short: Wolfe and myself came up with a challenge for everyone who feels artistically inclined... you've been given a giant blank canvas to make your mark. Let's redecorate the Arts building... make it for the students, like it should be. The idea is simple: design your own piece to go onto the walls of the Art building. Has to be waterproof (since this IS the outside) and appropriate (do I really have to explain that?). Approval by Teacher (admin) is probably also a good idea.

And yeah, in light of that... we were just curious to see if anything would come of this rather hairbrained idea. Here's hoping!

~Snow, cloggin' ur inbox

I just worked a 12 hour shift, so I apologize if my English starts to get broken. Anyway, a thought came to me while working on a set of particularity annoying mud tyres. Writing is stupid.

It is the dumbest thing I ever got into. Now, a lot of you would (hopefully) disagree with me about my analysis of writing, but hear me out.

1) Writing takes as much effort as drawing, but with less returns. Granted, drawing, coloring and shading is brutally difficult, but so is writing. However, a good piece of art takes seconds to appreciate; if I click on a link to a well drawn piece, I instantly know if I like it, what I like about it, and then I can sit back and enjoy. A chapter doesn't work that way; you actually have to sit down, take time out of your day and read it. Some people, that's alright, but most don't even bother. I know more than my fair share of people who ignore anything written, just because it takes longer to get through.

2) Writing is almost impossible to get criticism for, mainly due to the aforementioned reason. I can't count the number of times I've asked for some help, or some input only to get "it's good". Now, I won't lie, I appreciate this bit of information, but that doesn't help me. I would assume that artists get more help, because it's visual and you can explain it a lot easier; a wonky piece of anatomy is much easier to describe than a badly written paragraph.

3) Bad artists don't get much exposure, while a horrible writer can get rave reviews and make a lot of money and overshadow a lot of much, much more talented writers. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about.

4) Finally, I think it would be easier to get good at drawing; not that it takes less effort, but at least you can practice a LOT more. Just randomly doodling, you improve. You can't just randomly write, at least not like a doodle. A story needs structure, something to build off of. A drawing can go wherever you want, however you want it to.

Then again, I could be entirely wrong and just speaking to get it off my mind. So then, I'll just shut my mouth. I'm sorry for cluttering your inboxes; have a good night!

~Snow

It's currently 8 in the morning (give or take a bit) and I am beyond tired. But I'm still writing this, so I'll spare you the whining. Anyway, update: chapter 2 is going to be going live soon, as soon as Wolf manages to finish the icon (or before, depends how impatient I get). Wolf has a whole bunch of artwork in the pipes, so keep an eye open for that.

As for life? 2 new jobs = about eight hundred billion times less time to work on fun stuff. Ugh. Meeting at 7 this morning, get sent home for less than two hours only to come back at 9.30 for more work. Stupidity at it's pinnacle. Ah well, 10+ hours (from time of writing) till I get home... awesome.

And last, want to give a couple shout outs to a couple guys who've helped me get this crap together and online;  carlito and  Wiitenuant. Yeah. Okay, I'm going to quit typing before my brain shuts down.

~Snow

Yup, here we go, baby steps. This account is made specifically to showcase our (yes, OUR) PCA work. If it's not PCA-related, it won't be favorited. If you want anything but PCA work? It won't be here. Our (again, yes, OUR) main accounts are on DeviantART. Check us out:

[ http://andrewdro.deviantart.com/ ] - The not-so-talented writer in the SnowWolf Design duo, I'm the guy who made most of the characters and weaves the stories that run our characters through hell and high water.

[ http://silvrdragon.deviantart.com/ ] - The extremely talented artist in the SnowWolf Design pair, she's the skills that keep my characters alive. I can write 'em, but she can draw 'em like none other. If it's drawn, it's by her. If it's written, it's by ^ that idiot up there.

Hope that covers the basics!