Sorry Link. I don't give Anthrocon. Comeback when the country is more.....MMMMMM......fully vaccinated.

https://www.facebook.com/Anthrocon/.....51700844932152

Seriously though, I'm not surprised given the situation with the Covid19 pandemic. I'm not going to get my tail tied in knots over it. Yeah it sucks. But I'm viewing this as a chance to continue saving up my money for an even bigger trip or maybe commissioning a second fursuit, this one of Bri the Raccoon sooner rather than later. So who knows. Maybe when things are safe enough for furcons to be held again you might see not only a chipmunk. You might also see Bri the Raccoon make his debut as a fursuit by the time the cons comeback and I am able to attend furcons again.

Just take a listen to this and I promise you, you'll know why. Music of this caliber moves souls.

Okay folks for those that follow me in Second Life, I now have a parcel of my own. This replaces my home on the now defunct Spirit Wolf Island. I have built a Kiva and a couple of other Chipmunk Kingdom structures on my parcel. Being that the SIM owner I am renting from has went above and beyond to help me out and has been a good friend since 2008, I am strongly recommending Wolf Valley and Jaguar Valley to any furry looking for a laid back region with near zero drama at the SIM level to rent a parcel from.

So much has happened in 2020 and into this new year, that its going to take my mind awhile to catch up to what has happened thus far. So here is the song of the now because its pretty much reflective of my state of mind and emotions ATM. Don't worry too much though. Once I have fully processed everything I will be okay and maybe even a better person after all is said and done with.

Well last night, I found out some sad news about a former friend I lost contact with a year and a half ago.

That evening, I became aware that in August 29 2020 that former friend known Skye Renard AKA Kacifox had taken her own life. I found this out by talking to a member of a Guild Wars 2 group Kaci was also a member of. He received the news from the person who runs the group.

Honestly I really don't know to say. Even though the friendship had ended in a not so good way a year and half ago, I still regard Kaci as a sister. So finding out what happen does hurt. It also hurts because I had witnessed Kacifox slowly and painfully losing a long drawn out battle with her inner demons and an abusive life and feeling powerless to make any difference to her fate. She transformed from a wonderful and kind hearted human being into a product of the hell she unfortunately surrendered her will to live to.

I will try to remember Kaci for all the good she was and hopefully she is again in the hereafter because I know deep down her soul was, is, and always will be good. Its just the fact her physical mind and body were damaged goods from the day she was born and the fact her family was abusive to her especially when they became aware that she was transgender.

Folks, I beg of you. Please...PLEASE... be kind to one another. Everybody has their inner demons and life's problems. Those like Kacifox who had been dealt a bad hand by the fates could very well be teetering on the edge. All it would take is just one more abusive person or one more problem in life to send them falling into the abyss. Regardless of who you are and who your likes and hates are, do not be that final straw.

As for you Kacifox, I hope that you are free from your pain. I hope you are getting the love and compassion you never received in the mortal world. Despite our differences that ended a friendship, I still view you as a sister to me and I always will. Rest now and may your next life, what ever it maybe, be a far happier one. You deserve at least that much, given the hell this life has been to you.

Okay. before anything else, considering how rough 2020 was for the world, Ii sincerely hope anyone reading this has a VERY good 2021.

I may wish these things all the time during each new years... but, again... given how outright horrible 2020 got for the world, I emphasize my well wishes to all 10 thousand fold over the usual holiday wishes.

And, let's not forget that here in just the USA alone, there were some roughly 360 some-odd thousand people who died of Covid-19 before they ever lived long enough to see 2021. Might have even been getting closer to 370 thousand right who died of Covid near the end of 2020.


Either way, the point is that you and I... we're the lucky ones compared to those people.

Of course, for those idiots who genuinely believe that Covid-19 is just some 'hoax" I guess all those death toll numbers... every last one of them... they're just not real. Because, to some morons, they apparently genuinely think Covid Isn't real.


Umm... yeah. No, I don';t think so. And, this is coming from someone who had Covid-19 back in late October and early November of last year. Me, and my fiancee Tamias, in fact.

So, I urge you all... Please stay safe... and, please try to care about your fellow human beings a little, not just yourself.


I say this because it seems to me that here in the US, things were FAR worse then they ever had to be during this horrible pandemic all due to that long standing, atypical "every man for himself" type of rugged individualism here in 'Muricah that stops us from coming together fully and completely united for or against things we all need to get on the same page for.


Like, for example... treating a disease as a "hoax" compared to using your head and actually understanding that just because you may not have caught it, and died from it, doesn't mean your somehow NOT at risk for that happening to you.


And, it all comes down to a disease that has chances of being deadly for anyone who gets it treated as something that is somehow "political".

Thing is, It's not. Politicians in the US may have treated it that way... and, people too gullible and weak willed to think for themselves just bought into all the lies, and willing got aboard the hype train.....


But, it doesn't change the fact that in 2021, curing this Covid crud needs to take the absolute TOP priority. And, also of equal importance is getting something other than chump change to the people in order to prevent people from being evicted from their homes. And, end up possibly even starving out in the cold on the streets.


Over the years, I've heard some people make the phony baloney claim that "In Americas, we take care of our own". Well, that is simply NOT true. In fact, that's total bull fecal matter.


Making a better country begins with people becoming better.

And, not just politicians or the rest of the 1 percent... but ALL of us. If this somehow doesn't matter to you, I don't see why it wouldn't.


Some might say "Look, Phloppy... I'm just not involved with politics, okay?"

Sure. That's all fine and dandy. No prob, bruh. Umm... just one thing, though. You not being involved with politics does NOT somehow stop politics from being involved with YOU and your life.


Anyways... aside from political stuff, and pandemics... let's also take a long, honest look at our own fandom ranks in 2020.


Seems like it was just yet another year where too many of the snide, young punk furs listened to no one but themselves and their fellow egotistical "Cool kids" in the high school hallways that the furry fandom has been turned into thanks to too many of them.



But, hey... what would a greymuzzle of 50 years on this Earth know about anything, right? I mean, to the hipsters and popufurs of the fandom, I'm just "old". And, what do old people know about anything, right?

Or, when I'm not old, then I'm just simply an outright nobody because I'm not a fursuiter, and don't have tons of big name furs i hang out with everyday online somewhere.


Oh, to be young and stupid again. Meh. *Shrugs* Whatever.

If nothing else, as long as such obnoxious idiots leave me alone, and don't try to start in on Tamias, then things are more peaceful for it.


Hmph... peace. Peace is something we also DESPERATELY need a LOT more of in 2021. And, not just in the furry fandom... not just in chest-thumping, yeehaw conservative Amurica-land... but peace all over the world.

Still, I know better than to hold out waiting for senseless people to miraculously come to their senses, somehow. And so, thanks to people like that... there can never be true peace anywhere.


Also, the trolls all over the Internet have been a long time part of the same problem of lack of peace as well.

But, if nothing else... considering I survived everything from my biological father dying back in September... to catching Covid... suffering with it for some time, and eventually overcoming it... plus, having to deal my my fiancee's dad being in a vehicle crash hat he's lucky didn't kill him... it has been a VERY rough year for me and Tamias, also.


And, I feel that none of us should figure that just because 2020 is over that somehow automatically means that within a few days or weeks after 2021 beings, everything will be all sunshine, gummy drops, and triple rainbows.


If 2020 was bad directly or indirectly through the doings of us, the human race... then, let's stop doing things that make matters worse, and START doing things that make matters better.

For yourself, and for your fellow human beings. And, not just your immediate tight-knit little inner circle of friends and family... but, for total strangers alike.


After all, they're human beings same as you are. They're struggling hard same as you. And, like yourself, they also could do with people cutting them a break once in a while.


Anyway... though I usually stay straight-edged in terms of my approach to alcohol or drugs of any sort... admittedly, this year has been so bad that even I... they guy that has spouted about staying away from drugs and alcohol... really could use a good stiff drink or 2 after a year like this.


YES... it really has been THAT BAD.


And, I'm just glad I had Tamias by my side through 2020. Because, the only thing that could have been any worse is if i went through all those bad things in 2020 without him by my side.

But also, having good friends like Manic Raccoon (Brisket) and Tavi Munk and Ozzie Kit Skunk, Spats Bear, Harley Badger, and Kenny Kitsune, and very select few other furs has certainly helped.

Not just in 2020, but through the years in general.


And, thinking of "through the years", and my one and only Tamias... here's a VERY fitting song that fits things right about now... more than ever after a year like 2020...




Not normally a fan of country music. But Kenny Rogers did songs that weren't exactly truly in the country music genre. And, between his song "the Gambler' and that "Through the years" song, it shows he did more than just country.

Or, how about a remix of an old classic New Year's tune?



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Oh, and getting back to the alcoholic drink thing... this will mark the first time (As far I can remember) that I will try a glass of wine. Red wine, to be exact.

And, no... please don't get me wrong here.


I'm certainly NOT looking to get "sloshed' or "blitzed' to the point where I act like this guy...



Orson Welles: "MAAAHAAA the French..."

*Takes brief pause, then finishes the original thought*

"...champagne".


lol *facepalms* Btw, Orson Welles is the same guy who played Unicron in the animated Transformers movie from 1986.


Anyway... again... I feel I can't emphasize it enough here... PLEASE take care of yourself, and others when possible as much as possible... and, most of all, let's all try to work at making 2021 a better year for everyone than 2020 was.

See you on the other side of this year (I write this at just before 7PM Eastern Time in the USA).


Or, if you're reading this by the time 2021 has officially hit in your time zone... let me say that I'm glad to see you survived the dumpster fire aboard the train wreck that was 2020.


And, I guess It's best that we all remember the old Samurai mantra at this point...

"That which does not kill me, only makes me stronger".

Come gather round, ye humans and humans in disguise (Fellow furries).

For I wish to showeth ye an old cartoon with a message involving the importance of peace that is as relevant now, as it was back when it was first released all the way back in yon days of olde... back in 1939.


https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x354ty0


The sheer levels of hate, ignorance, and intolerance that humans have for anyone with an opposite point of view about anything anymore is at levels the likes I've never seen in my 50 years on this Earth in chest-thumping 'Murica-land.


Well, any country is only as good as the average person walking or driving down the streets of any town. Whether it is in urban towns like where I'm from, or some sleepy little backwoods community in the middle of nowhere where all the "good old boy" local yokal rednecks are always all into everyone else's business all the time.


I mean, look... let's call it for what it is here. If we really wanted to, we certainly could all get along. We could at the very least respect other people's right to their own opinion as much as we respect our own.


But, like I said... that just doesn't seem to be the nature of these times we live in now, thanks to everyday people like you and me MAKING it that way.

Peace is something that doesn't somehow happen all on It's own. It requires people working at it.


And, if humans can find the time to put in the effort and energy into hate, violence, and war... then they just as soon could use that same time and energy into thinking of other people once in a while.

And, dare I dream... maybe even occasionally putting the needs of others before their own desires.

It doesn't even require religion of any sort to make these things happen, unlike what some might think. In fact, I myself am an atheist.


So, despite the overtones of that old cartoon kind of having what some might feel is a religion kind of vibe to it... I myself only see it for It's important message.

And, a message that need not just be heeded during the holiday season. But, all year, every year. Such a thing could certainly help matters when it comes to dealings that people have with one another.


And, when you get right down to it... All it really takes to start improving things a little is if people demonstrate a desire to treat others with the same level of respect that you would want to be treated with. Both through words towards others, and especially through actions towards others.


Even that could potentially open the door to a gradually better society over time out there in the world.

2020 has been filled with a LOT of violence. Even for a chest-thumping country like the USA here, where violence seems to be the first choice rather than an absolute last resort after countless attempts at diplomacy has failed.


Some might call such sentiments as the ones I am expressing as "namby pamby" somehow. To which I say "Okay then, Butch. Whatever".

Seems the voice of reason is always the last to be listened to by people who genuinely believe that might makes right in ANY situation. No matter what.


Well, I don't care. I say that II really get the feeling that sooner or later... whether It's a thousand years from now, or just a mere 2-3 decades away, or less... sooner or later, if we human beings refuse to learn to live with one another in some basic level of peaceful co-existence... what you see in that old cartoon could very well become the actual reality in the real world at some point in the future.

And, at that point, our species... the human race... will have no one but ourselves to blame.


Ultimately, time will tell which ends up happening... that we humans finally rise above the petty infighting and man child nonsense.... or, we stay on the road we're on, and keep driving down it until we eventually drive right off a high cliff somewhere, and crash and burn.

As always... the choice lies with all of us. Just some much needed food for thought, that's all.


At any rate... a very Merry Christmas to everyone. Please stay safe.

And, thank you for reading through all of this.


Yours truly, Phloppy Bunny.

Hey, fellow fuzzies. It's the urban born loppy Phloppy here.

I just wanted to take the opportunity to wish all coming here reading this a very Merry Christmas.


2020 has been EXTREMELY rough on the world, and on the United Sates especially, given how high the death tolls due to Covid have been.

For me and my fiancee (Tamias) in particular, we had Covid back in late October, and into the start of November. So, we know from first hand experience that Covid ain't no hoax, bruh.

It's 100 percent real, and over 9 thousand percent horrible. Seriously.


We're still not sure where we caught Covid from back then. But, my theory has been that the most likely place we caught it was while we were visiting Philly back at the time, due to needing to go back to Philly to get some important business matters squared away involving the rowhouse property I still own back there.


That was bad enough. But, we also had a now former friend of 13 years throw us both under the bus for petty, immature reasons.

Their story on the matter was "13 years of walking on eggshells hurts". Well, if that was so true... the question remains why that person didn't feel the need to say a single word about their issues with either me or Tamias all those years ago.


So, yeah... I call BS on that. After all, if you want to throw someone under the bus, but still maintain a clear conscience about doing so, you have to tell yourself whatever you need to if you want to justify the low-ball stuff you do to others.


And, finally... there was the horrible vehicle accident on December 2nd that Tamias's dad was in that we're lucky didn't take his life.


At this point, I feel VERY lucky that both me, Tamias, and his father are all even still alive after everything that has happened, seeing as how 320 some odd thousand other Americans were not as fortunate as me and Tamias when it comes to Covid 19.

But, no matter whether you live in the US here, or Canada, or the UK or France, Australia, Japan, or anywhere else in the world... I hope everyone stays safe this holiday season.


And, I ESPECIALLY hope we all have a better 2021 next year. We've all earned it, as far as I'm concerned.


Now, please have a little slice of Christmas, in the old school, classic Philly style...






PS - I got my wish for a white Christmas! We did end up getting roughly an inch of snow.

Christmas is the one and ONLY time of year I don't mind seeing snow.

But, frankly... it still not ever need be more than a coating to barely over an inch for my liking. And, even limited snowfall on Christmas of course still qualifies as being a White Christmas.


It marks the first White Christmas I've had since all the way back in 1982 when I was 12 years old, and living in Jersey at the time.

Last week my Dad was involved in a pretty serious car accident. Long story short it was scary as hell. His pick up truck was totaled. It looked like a crumpled up sheet of paper. How my dad survived it is a fucking muricle. Even so my dad spent 3 days in the hospital and will have spent 8 days in rehab by the time he's discharged. Needless to say I'm just glad he's alive.

Anyway.....

I'll have to take care of my dad until he fully recovers and is back up and running again. One of the things I will need to do is give him injections. I'm not looking forward to that since I am squeamish of needles and I do NOT like doing to others what I don't like done to myself. Still it has to be done. No exceptions.

I watched some tutorial videos on how to inject Lovenox which is the blood thinning medication I'll be giving my dad after discharge from rehab. The procedure looks simple enough. But my only worry is the fact I'd be giving this injection to somebody else. I think I'd find it easier to inject myself than another person because I know where my own pain threshold is at and I can mentally work around it. But doing it to somebody else, I'm flying blind. So to anybody out there that gives themselves or receives injections how much pain or discomfort do you feel? The last thing I want is to cause my dad too much pain.

Well as you can see from my recent submissions I just got done putting up, I have done some significant and sweeping changes to my secondary fursona, Bri the Raccoon. I am one step closer to fulfilling a long standing goal I have for Bri, and that is to do some major character development to bring my Raccoon boy up from a simple Beavis and Butthead style skit character to a character that rivals Tamias the Chipmunk in depth and complexity. Also the changes were made to position Bri the Raccoon to be made into a fursuit at some point in the future, after COVID19 fucks off and dies in a dumpster fire and furcons come back online again.

Outside of a far more elaborate back story (here https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39540333/) the biggest and most sweeping change is recasting Bri from Junior High School Age to a full on Adult only five years younger than my primary fursona, Tamias the Chipmunk. Remaking Bri into an adult was for two reasons. One, it will take an adult mind to cope with the scenarios and situations I will be throwing Bri into in future storylines and character development. And two Bri is the second oldest character in my arsenal. Because he stuck around with me for nearly as long as Tamias, he deserves to show to those he cares about what good ol' down to earth raccoon charm and mischief really means. he he he he he ;)

Which slides me to my next and last part here. That was the restrictions I had in place on Bri due to his age before the changes. Well now that he is an adult those restrictions are hens forth lifted as of the posting and timestamp of this Journal. What this means is that from this point on, Bri will be involved in both PG ....and.... NSFW situations just like all of my other characters.

Okay today was the first time I became aware of the terms "Lesser Furry" and "Greater Furry".

Okay so let me get this straight. You have to be a popular furry to be a Greater Furry and therefore be among the cool kids in the high school hallway. Because somebody like me who is no where near as popular as say Majira Strawberry are lesser furries and therefore deemed as sewage unworthy of being in the fandom. Well here what I got to say about that. You can take "Lesser Furry" and "Greater Furry" and shove it up your asses. There is only furry. Your popularity and the size of your social network doesn't mean jack diddly squat. If you are fan of cartoon animals, you are a furry, Its as simple as that. Those that act like gate keepers are a bunch of basement dwelling, mommy's tit sucking, ass bags.

Now enjoy furry as a furry because you are a furry and have fun being a furry.
Next.....

Just got done watching the first six episodes of Animaniacs. One thing I found different is the humor in the new 2020 series was ratcheted up from how it was in the 90's and allot more political. It pulls no punches. In fact, some of that humor is downright scathing especially on social political matters. I attribute that to the writers which, if I remember correctly, a few are veterans from adult humor cartoons like Family Guy. One thing I do like, the show is not afraid to pick in itself. That tells me that the producers and writers are not too full of themselves, unlike Frankenstein McMan-Bun who was behind Thundercats Roar. (Thank God that botched hestorectemy was cancelled)

I see only 2 real drawbacks in the new Animaniacs. First, the side characters from the original, such as Slappy Squirrel, the Good Feathers, Buttons and Mindy, etc. being MIA. Though one of the episodes gave an explanation in the plot. No spoilers though. The second drawback is even though The Brain is voiced by the original voice actor of that character, he sounds ever so slightly different. Perhaps its because of age and/or differing audio engineering from the nineties show. But either way he's clearly still The Brain, but the tones and inflections are ever so slightly different. Its a minor nit pick though.

Overall I am duely impressed with the show. As far as I'm concerned it definitely does what it promises. So it gets the Chipmunk Seal of Approval. If you got Hulu, give Animaniacs a watch.

If you want to hear what I am thankful for. Here goes.

2020 has been a very rough year, not just for me, but for all of mankind. The darkness has been the prevailing force with corruption tainting our leaders and heads of states, an economic crisis causing distress among the populous, and a pandemic unleashing untold suffering upon all it touches. I too have felt its life draining sting. I need not say the world is not doing so well.

But even as we all endure the hardships right now. There are reasons at least on my personal front, I am thankful for. I am still alive. Covid19, which I along with my entire household suffered, could have very well ended our lives as it did to a quarter of a million Americans and counting. But I survived it. We all did, I am thankful that my fiancee, who is the reason why I am the happiest person on earth, was spared from death. I am thankful that my father too, survived Covid19 despite the fact he is among the highest risks to be killed by this horrid decease. I am thankful that we have been allowed to continue living life for both better and worse.

Despite the other hardships that we have endured for the past month, I am thankful for these hardships coming our way. As crazy as it sounds, these hardships have force myself, my fiancee, and my dad to push past our own fears as necessary to face these challenge head on and overcome them. Expanded horizons and learning the lessons those challenges have to teach have left us a bit stronger and wiser. What I am saying is if life was an absolute utopia with nothing, absolutely nothing, to give us a kick in the ass to expand our horizons, evolve, and adapt, we would not have the forge that hones our character into the finely crafted tools needed to be strong, smart, and better people. We all would be like that orange man in the White House throwing tirades and fits every time something does not go our way,

I am also thankful for my friends who have stuck with me and my fiancee through thick and thin. Times of hardship especially what we are enduring right now have taught me that when things get tough, people reveal their true nature. Unfortunately for too many out there, their true nature excludes a moral compass in favor of selfishness and no regard for fellow human beings. Most of the time it does not take long for someone like that to reveal their true nature. Some however take time, often years, and massive amounts of personal investment to finally reveal their true nature. The latter hurts badly. But fortunately there are a small handful of human beings that never waiver, never stray, never transgress trust, never give up on themselves and others no matter how tough things get. They still place fellow human beings above selfish desires. To the friends who have never given up on me and my fiancee and who accept us for all of our strengths and weaknesses, you all have my profound thanks. Neither of us are perfect and are constant works in progress. But you have remained at our sides without terms and conditions. For that I have boundless appreciation for all for you.

Folks, we are facing allot of problems as individuals and as a society, of a magnitude I personally have never seen before in my life. But regardless of how bad things may seem, there are still things to be thankful for. You may or may not see those things right now. That depends on who you are as a person and what you are made of. However, its a safe bet that when all is settled again and you look back to the fact that you have made it through what life is throwing at your right now and you recall the lessons you have learned and currently have yet to learn, you will be a better person and you will be thankful for being made a better person by the challenges you face.

Happy thanksgiving and I hope to see all of you on the other side of the current hardships.

Good news folks!! This chipmunk finally goes back to work starting next week on November 30th.

October and most of this month have been hell on earth. Covid19, the back injury, that mystery sinus infection, the emergency trip to Philly to deal with issues with my fiancee's row house which required us to physically be there to get things squared away, the end of a friendship with someone who was close to me for 13 years, the loss of my Second Life home, and a conveyor belt of other issues happening one right after another with no breaks in between.... Yeah this chipmunk sure got banged up big time. I don't relish the idea of doing all that happy horseshit over ever again to put it mildly.

But the important thing is my fiancee and I got through all of that in once piece. We are still alive and kicking. Its like that old saying. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. If thats true, then Bunny and I two tough sons of bitches.

Okay. I think I have Bri the Raccoon's character bio and back story flushed out to a point that I am ready to post it. However I won't do that quite yet mainly because unlike with Tamias, I want to publish the bio and back story together with a character ref sheet so everything you want to know about Bri the Raccoon will all be in one place. So my next project is to put a character ref sheet together.

Bri the Raccon's character bio and back story are comming along quite nicely. I got allot of work done in a short amont of time. So far I love how things are comming out. Of course its still a work in progress. So there are things that will be polished and even reworked as I continue diving into the character. So I'm not ready to publish quit yet.

But so far I have discovered some things about Bri I didn't even expect. One of the most surprising thing I ran into is Bri the Raccoon is all out Homosexual. I myself am LGBT. That's why Tamias the Chipmunk is a bisexual character to match my own orientation, since Tamias is an extention of me.

But unlike Tamias my own orientation didn't even come into play in the realization of Bri's orientation. Bri was always written as stright mainly because other than a brief love interest Bri had that i written up back the early 2000's, I never bothered driving into Bri's romantic side due to the simple nature of the Beavis and Butthead type of scenerios I casted him in.. Plus for a long time and even now it is written that Bri had a Roman Catholic up bringing. I would have been perfectly fine with Bri being straight as a laser beam. But sure enough, as I was rewriting the bio and back story, Bri revealed himself as closeted gay.

So there you have it, folks Bri the Raccoon would be eager to fly the Pride Flag. Hmmm I might draw a picture of that sometime.

Okay folks I've got some important changes brewing for Bri the Raccoon, my secondary fursona. No. The character design and personality won't be changed. I love how he looks as of the 2014 redesign. To me that design fits Bri perfectly. I also love his witty personality and antics that makes him every bit a raccoon. What I am doing is rewriting his character bio and changing his age from Junior High School to adult. These changes are huge for Bri and has sweeping implication as I will explain.

Thing is I have been thinking about my raccoon character for several days as indicated by recent posts I put up on my facebook. Bri the Raccoon to me has allot of potential when it comes to depth of character. You know me and how much I enjoy depth of character as evident on how complete and complex Tamias the Chipmunk is in character. Read his Bio elsewhere in my gallery and see for yourself. Bri has been with me for nearly as long as Tamias, having been created about 5 years after I created Tamias. So he deserves more than just the simple "Beavis and Butthead" type of skits I put him and his friend Todd the Prairie Dog in. Though I want to retain the mischief and antics he does. I want to dive into Bri and really figure him out. I want to explore who he is and why he is the way he is. Because even though I feel his current bio and age has stymied my attempts to really develop Bri to the same level as Tamias, I have seen clues of what lays beneath the raccoon's wit. I see allot of things I love about about him. He has a tough enduring spirit, and a soft tender side backed up by a big heart of gold. He gets what he promises done. He also seems to hint at a complex back story that shaped him into who he is for better and worse. I want to open the character up by removing the limitations imposed on him so he can really show to all what he is truly made of and tap into his full potential. No restraint and no limitations just as Tamias has nothing holding him back.

Bottom line is Bri his been with me for nearly as long as Tamias. I want him to shine as brightly as the chipmunk does and be side by side with Tamias as one of my two main fursonas. Bri needs that, he's worth that. So he deserves that.

The other reason I want to really sit down and develop Bri to the same level as Tamias is I have in my future plans Bri being made into a Fursuit. So his personality and back story needs to be brought up to Tamias's level in order for me to perform as Bri the Raccoon by the time the fursuit finally happens.

So what does all of this mean for Bri? Well the simple answer to that is these are going to be some exciting times for me and Bri the Raccoon. I am working on a new Bio and back story for him and when I can get to it, I will be doing new ref sheets of Bri that will aid in the transcription into fursuit form. Plus.... once I reset his age to adult... those ref sheets will include for Bri....erm...let's just say... the provisions ;) ;)

For now until I have everything done and posted on FA and IB and official announcements made, the rules and limitations set on Bri as they are still stand.

Okay.. Phloppy here. And, definitely NOT common for me to make appearances here on FA, since I now call other places online home.

But, now that me and Tamias are back home here in the Midwest after the recent trip to my home town, Philly.... I want to try to provide some thoughts, insights, etc about things as relates to big city life, since that was the topic of the prior journal here.


First off... to be honest, when I left Philly to move in with Tamias, I found myself being pretty fed up with Philly as a city. Just plain burned out about life there.

And, if you read the prior journal to this one, or you have at least some idea of what inner city life is like, I figure you might have at least some basic idea as to why a person who was born in a big urban US city, and lived there for roughly 40 years got pretty disgruntled and disillusioned with it all over time.

Thing is, no town or state or Provence, or prefecture, or city, town, or country is perfect.. because any places on Earth is only as good as the average everyday person resident who lives there.

Erm... well, umm... kind of. What I mean is... let's say you live in a big inner city, and so very, VERY many people around you are looking to forever pull their scams and hustles, and start fist fights and all that... meanwhile, you and many others aren't really like that deep down.

And, you and those others deep down are the type just want to be left alone and be allowed to go about your own business.


Well, through people noticing "the majority voice" too much and not noting those who aren't part of it all, it enables people to easily stereotype.

So, as a result... people not from the big inner city as long times residents will only know of it what they hear from others, or what is said on TV, or some other NON firsthand experience kind of thing.


Bottom line... .anytime you want to know about something, It's best to ask those with some first hand knowledge rather than just whatever the rumor mill says about anything in life.

Also, day trippers and tourists to big cities like Philly, New York City, Chicago, etc only ever see one side of those towns... the side the tourist board would rather you see.



So, as a result, if you only visit the downtown area of any big city in the US, it may give you an entirely different opinion of such cities. To TRULY know an area, you have to live there for a while.

And, not just a few months, or a year or 2... but, numerous years.


And, while my first hand experience with West Michigan is FAR less than what it is with Philly, it is already 4 years as of this past August that I've lived here.

And, while there certainly is nice things and nice people here (my fiancee Tamias most of all, of course), the US Midwest, just like Philly and New York city and other urban northeast towns is not perfect either.


ESPECIALLY given the nonsense of that Michigan Militia that really did try to put into motion a plot to kidnap the governor.

Now, for all of Philly's faults... THAT has never been once such kind of fault.

There never was any such kind of plot of that nature in all my time living in Philly between 1970-81 and again between 1987-2016. (With the years in between being spent in Jersey by me).

Oh, and yeah... to the rest of America... to us local area residents around the Delaware Valley area (Including Philly) It's usually said as just "Jersey", not New jersey.

It stopped being "new" a long, LONG time ago. lol


But, anyway... yeah,... point is... the gun crazy right-wing conservative nutbars made up that stupid "Michigan Militia" who formed that plot. Meanwhile, Philly is the heart and soul of left-wing or "liberal" mindset.


So, I did feel like a fish out of water for some time after moving here because of that, and also just because i was used to riding the subways and other public transit, or simply walking to get where i was going.

These things and many others make up the VAST difference in local culture between how people think, and act, and what they do and don't believe firmly in. (regardless of whether it involves political leanings or anything else for that matter).


And, the thing is... I think we all find some degree of comfort or something like that in that which is familiar to us as human beings.

I know i sure do.

Philly, while hardly "Heaven on earth' was at least familiar to me. Things like right-wing nutbar militias and kidnapping plots was not.


In fact, other things local people have done around me at times is something not familiar to me, such as eavesdropping on your conversation when you're sitting in a booth in a restaurant just across from them or just in front of or behind them.


Don't know about in the US Midwest... but, where i was born and raised, people consider that as very bad etiquette. (And, YES... even us urban people can have at least some sense of etiquette at times).

More than that, it can also lead to a major heated argument, or worse... maybe even a fist fight or stabbing or something.


We urban born people do NOT like people all up in our business.. if someone is not talking to you, then why are you talking to them?

ESPECIALLY if It's to interject in a convo between 2 people standing or sitting near by you, and you don't know either person in that conversation.


To people not from Philly, this may seem harsh. But, like it or lump it... it is how it tends to work with our citizens.

And, basically... like the saying goes, "Don't start none, won't BE none" (Namely, any heated words and "friction" between you and others).


And, if you are the out of town visitor or tourist person, YOU are the guest, and you have an obligation and duty to at least try to know your role, and act the part... and, not start trouble with people you don't even know.


Again... harsh? yes, I suppose so.


But, at least we...

*said in thick redneck accent* "Gots us no big burly pickup trucks with lift kits and brush guards, and words like "Trump 2020" or "Trump forever' or "God bless 'Murica-land" painted in obnoxious big letters all over both sides of the pickup truck, complete with a GIANT US flag attached to the back, and some country music song playing on the vehicle's car stereo nice and "loud and proud", I'm'ma tell y'all whut, boy howdy, I reckon!


So, yeah... for all It's other problems Philly has.... an infestation of hard right-wing nutbar rednecks who hates the guts of "them snowflake lib-tards" is not one such problem.


Again though.... don't get me wrong... I am NOT about to strongly defend every single last thing that every urban resident in Philly, New York City, Chicago, or Los Angeles does.


But, I CAN tell you that even with all the urban grit of the big inner cities in the United States, you Do occasionally come across your "diamond in the rough" kind of person.


The kind of person that perhaps is not instantly recognizable as being someone with an overall pretty good heart deep down somewhere, because the hard outer urban shell is the main thing that tends to comes across the most strongly and immediately.

But, there was, and still continues to be those of us born and raised in big inner city towns that actually aren't really intentionally looking for trouble.

Still, that said... even the long time urban born and raised people who aren't looking for trouble won't back away from it if someone attacks them first... be it physically (fight) or just plain really loud, heated arguments.

Such people as that (of which I'm one) is the type that will not intentionally go out of their way to start something... but, WILL finish what others start with them first... one way or another. through words, or if need be, through violence.. But, ONLY in 100 percent self defense ONLY.


People from other parts of the United States who have never been mugged or "jumped' as we say may not fully understand this..


because, in these crazy times we all live in now in 2020... more American citizens than ever before only seem to be able to truly understand what affects them or their friends and family. As far as what happens to anyone else... out of sight, out of mind.

And so, not a single **** was given by them.


Anyway... to try to wrap up this long rambling post about this...


For those of us from the big urban jungle who did NOT completely and totally lose all touch with our own humanity... we believe that there is only things you have in this world...

Your good name, and your word. And so, your word is your bond.

If you say you're going to do something, you do it. If you say you're NOT going to do something, then you DON'T do it.


Either way... you "walk the walk" and "do the doing" that needs to be done to try to be something that resembles a pretty upstanding kind of person, as best as you can.


Still, given how human beings have become by now in 2020 in the US, and also the fact that I'm posting this here within our furry fandom ranks (Which Isn't filled with ONLY upstanding people) I have to wonder if maybe these things i say just plain won't register with many people.

Well, so be it. To each their own, I guess. *Shrugs*


But, any way you slice it... the main thing is that yes, Virginia... there IS reason to why us longtime urban born and raised residents act and talk the way we do.

Now, for a fitting song that definitely fits someone like me as a guy who may no longer live in Philly.. but, still has PLENTY of Philly living in me....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TToLgW7zuc


Btw, many of the scenes in that music video are from NYC (New York City), and possibly other big urban towns.... not Philly. But, it all still fits nicely for someone like me, nonetheless.

Just a matter of listening to the song's lyrics, and perhaps you'll better understand.


Like the late, great Charles Dickens once wrote... "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times". (When it came to life for me in Philly).


Until next time, this has been the urban lop bunny who is used to "living in a river of darkness, beneath the neon light" and having concrete under his 2 footpaws, not grass.

Today here in Philadelphia, bunny and I were riding the el from his former home back to our hotel in Center City (Philly’s downtown for all you non-phillies out there). I glanced at the surrounding passengers. All of them were withdrawn, lifeless, austere, not looking at anything, anyone….. Just surrounded in a hard shell to keep the outside world out. It was not because they were depressed or having bad days. Maybe some did. It was because of the harsh inner city urban grit, the fast paced nature of living in a major city, the aggressive people, the hustlers, the potential of personal safety being on the line. You keep to yourself because to you, the person living in the inner city, everybody around you has “an angle” as my bunny puts it. What do you want? What’s your game? Why are you bothering me when I’m not bothering you?.

When I saw bunny sitting across the aisle from me. I saw that same bubble around him. Even though I know bunny through and through, how he works, how he is as a person, the person behind his hard core urban shell, I saw a much different person. I saw him drop into that withdrawn state just like the rest of the passengers on that el train we were riding. It was strange to me. He blended in with the rest of the passengers, that same lifeless grey. 40 years of living in Philadelphia taught him to withdraw to survive. You keep that low profile, that austere shell because anyone out there, that man waiting at the bus stop, that woman stepping out of a shop, that bum laying on the sidewalk could have an angle that could end up hurting you in some way, shape or form. Given that we had run into several people that had angles, most notably some sleezy sack of shit trying to peddle SEPTA transpasses at “discount” prices I got a small taste of what bunny had to deal with and why its wise to withdraw into the lifeless grey.

Bunny and the rest of the passengers did the right thing by keeping to themselves and surround themselves with that austere crust. They had too as part of surviving and enduring the urban jungle. But it’s sad it has to be that way. Yes there are bad people lurking in the urban jungle, the peddlers, pan handlers, street thugs, muggers, scammers, criminals, and so forth. But there is allot of interesting things to see in the city, so much to see, hear, observe, take in. There is so much for the eyes in the city that I wonder how anyone could ever get bored. But because of having to withdraw and keep to oneself in order to survive, all of that is ignored. You see nothing because you can’t due to keep to yourself and nothing more. So all of what could be appreciated are ignored.

But the real sad part of living in the urban environment is you are surrounded by a lot of people each with unique personalities and maybe unique stories to tell. But you will never know or appreciate them let alone see who they are as a person because you are withdrawn and they are withdrawn. What could be a wide spectrum of vivid colors is reduced to that lifeless grey...for the sake of keeping yourself from being scammed, mugged, jumped, or maybe even killed. It weighed heavy on my heart to know that such a fate awaits those who are borned into urban grit such as my bunny or those that had moved into the big city and spent a number of years living in the big city. It is a fate of being alone in a sea of people because there is a good chance of running into a lowlife scumbag with an angle.

Now that I have seen things with my own two eyes, I appreciate bunny even more. I respect him because he survived the urban jungle and endured that loneliness of withdrawing into that lifeless grey just to survive. He was born into that harsh reality. He survived it. He made it through it. If he can endure that much and still come out as a human being worthy of being loved, then he can handle just about anything life can throw at him.

I made sure to thank bunny for enduring for so long before coming into my life. I made it clear that I appreciate what he had to do to make it through that 40 year long part of his life where he had to withdrawal and keep to himself, to blend into that lifeless grey to keep the people with angles at bay. How sad that must be? But He did it. I hope that now that he is with me where I can give him all the love he needs and quite frankly deserves. Most of all I sincerely hope that me being a part of his life now will finally at long last allow him to relax and not have to worry about people with angles ever again. He deserves that much. Hence why I tend to be protective of my bunny and am very quick to shut people down should they hurt him in any way…. As some found out the hard way such as a certain former purple wolf when I quickly grilled his ass and blocked him for being snide with my bunny. The former purple wolf is an example of a person with an angle.

I want my bunny to know what it's like to be able to be himself without much fear of people with angles. Inside that hardcore urban shell of his is a wonderful human being with a big heart and a strong spirit and so damn irresistably adorable. He is a human being that will bend over backwards to treat you right. All it take to coax bunny out of that hard austere shell is to simply treat him right. Treat him as you want to be treated. That’s all you have to do.

Bottom line here is, the urban grit of the big city is not for the faint of heart. Its not because of the thugs, thieves, peddlers, panhandlers, muggers, etc. making the city hard to live in. What makes it hard is, you have to be willing to muster enough inner strength to live in the loneliness and sadness of withdrawing and keeping to yourself and nothing further beyond that because doing so is one of the most important tools of survival outside of having street smarts. My bunny has been there, been through it, and done it. And I saw him do it again with my own two eyes. Quite frankly it was something that amazed me but also gave me a humbling lesson of what sacrifices one has to make to make it in the big city.

Are you afraid of introducing furry to your normie parents? Don't be. Furry is a hobby and if you present it as such, you'll be just fine.

First off, don't do the whole bit of "Um...mom...dad... Erm I have somthing i really need to tell you. I - I'm a furry." Don't do that. Just...don't." Furry is not a sexual orientation or being transgender. Furry is a hobby, like arts and crafts, collecting comic books, running model train sets, etc. Furry is merely somehing to have fun with.

Now here is the right way to introduce furry to normie parents. Let your parent approach you. If they see any thing furry from you, such as drawings left on the table, notices you watching fursuit videos on YouTube, etc. and they show curiosity about what you are doing and pop some questions, simply tell the truth.

When you do tell your parents the truth don't say. "The furry fandom is a community and subculture of enthisiast that are into anthropomorphic animals. Some of us like to dress up in fursuits." Your parents are going to be like "Da Fak?" and think about the CSI episode on furries. Instead tell them "I'm a huge fan of cartoon animals. Think of Bugs Bunny, Goofy, etc. My friends and I are in a cartoon animal fandom. We like to come up with our own characters. Some in the fandom like to dress up in custom made cartoon animal costumes of their characters and perform and interact with people much like sports team mascots." This gets the message across truthfully while packaged up in a way your parents can understand.

Thing is most older people like your mom and dad are not going to get "Anthropomorphic Animal". They will think of "Subculture" as somthing like the hippy movement. They are going be confused about."I'm a furry" wondering if its a social disease. They are going think "fursuit" is something weird. You have to speak to your mom and dad in terms they understand.

You mom and dad will get "Cartoon Animals" as Boomer and Gen X parents grew up with all the cartoon animals of Saturday morning cartoons. They will grasp onto "costumes much like sports team mascots" since they watch pro and collage sports such as football, baseball, and basketball. Thus, they gave seen mascots lin action.. Younger parents will get "I am a big fan of" as they are most likely aware of big mainstream fandoms like Star Trek and Star Wars. Older parents may get it as they grew up with friends who were in fan clubs. You present being a furry and the furry fandom to your parents in terms they can understand, mainly as a hobby, they will stand a better chance being cool with you being a furry.

When I told my mother about the furry fandom and explained that I am a furry, the first words that came out of her mouth was, when can I sew you up a fursuit for you. She took to it very positively because I when out of my way to explain things in terms she and fellow baby boomers can understand while avoiding the whole "Mom...Dad...I have somthing to tell you" bit.

Bottom line, there is nothing to fear when your parents asks you about you being a furry. Just let them approach you about it and when they do, tell them the truth in a way they can wrap their minds around. Do it that way and most likely your parents will be okay with it or if you are lucky even support and encourage you.

Hi fellow fuzzies.

This is Phloppy Bunny here taking the opportunity to thank everyone who sent well wishes due to the passing of my dad.

He was about to turn 81 years old, had he lived to September 29th.

But, frankly... his health had deteriorated more than I can begin to put into words.

It was already happening by around 2010.

By the time he passed, he no longer had eyesight. And, even getting around the small Philly row-house he and I was sharing got really bad in the past few years.

Tamias and i had plans to visit Philly and him, as well as Pittsburgh (AnthoCon 2020) and my longtime fave vacationing place in the Delaware Valley regional area, Wildwood, NJ

Unfortunately, Covid-19 had other plans.

And now, it bugs me that I didn't get the chance to see him one last time before his passing.

Don't get me wrong... my dad and I had both our turbulent times, and our good times. Our ups, and our downs.

Because, while he was a good person deep down, he was also kind of a Jekyll/Hyde personality, to be honest.

Still though I knew this phone call was going to be coming sooner or later, I was still in a bit of shock when I got the call about this earlier today.

I've offered to hop a last minute flight to handle any matters if his caretaker needs me to. But, I know deep down that she is a VERY capable person, as well as a compassion woman with a background in nursing.

In fact, since she had knowledge in those areas of expertise, and I did not... I have no doubt that my dad was able to live a little longer through her expertise, and caring nature.

As per my dad's wishes, he will get a direct cremation. Actually, It's all that he left me the money for anyway, since, like me, he had very little money.

That, plus no life insurance means that even if I wanted to go against his wishes and give him a bigger funeral, there just Isn't the money for that anyway.

Anyway... if I want to try to look at these things "in a positive light", at least my dad is no longer in so much pain, and unable to breathe so much of the time.

But, the stark reality still is that he was my only living flesh and blood biological family.

I have no brothers... no sisters... any aunts and uncles on my dad's side of the family i have no idea as to the whereabouts... and, my mom's side of the family I don't have dealings with, due to many of them being current or former alcoholics.

Much like how my mother was also an alcoholic. And, just a generally abrasive, combative, loud mouthed person that barely ever had much of a good word for anyone.

Anyway... all this other stuff aside... again, I do sincerely want to thank everyone who has sent well wishes my thanks to you.

It means a lot!

And now, Tamias and his family are now my only real life family I have left at this point.

Which only makes me all the more grateful I have him in my life.

I still own my former row house back in Philly, which will either be sold or rented at some point.

Sometime last night my fiancee's dad past away. So until.we know how things play out and what expenses we may need to cover, I am halting all non-mission critical spending. This also means I will put off working on the basement and put off searching for a new parcel in Second Life to build a new den on until things settle down.

Stay tuned....

Just FYI when you commision a furry artist who uses Paypal to accept payments please do the following when you pay the artist.

1. Do NOT mention anything furry at all, No Fur Affinity, no Inkbunny, nothing furry related in the payment notes. If you feel compelled to say anything in payment notes, say sonthing like this "payment for commissioned art" That should be enough for the furry artist to realize what the payment is for without mentioning anything furry.

2. Please make damn sure you select goods and services as the payment category.

The problem too many furry artists have with Paypal is they will freeze furry artist accounts because Paypal thinks furry is nothing but NSFW which violates their terms of service. This results in affected furry artists loosing hundreds or even thousands of dollars. This is devastating to furry artists as for many artists drawing furry for all of you constitutes a large portion if not all of their personal income depending on how popular they are. Having their paypal frozen could make the difference between keeping the rent/mortgage paid up and the lights on and living in a cardboard box in some back alley.

Please for your sake and that of furry artists, keep your muzzle shut on furry when dealing with Paypal.

Thank you.

Just wandering about somthing. There is no question furries have allot of cheekiness on the mind given the ever present yiffy art. But
one thing I have been noticing is yiffy RP is becoming less frequent. Maybe its changes to my life, changes to friends' lives, changes going on in the world, changes to the fandom. People are becoming less interested in it and more and more seem to think Yiff RP is sonthing to frown upon.
So is yiff RP falling out of style?

Okay. This is Phloppy here doing a VERY ultra rare posting here on Dumpster Fire Affinity.

I was not originally going to reveal it was me who posted yesterday's post. But, I'm revealing myself for the sake of what extremely few furs say they missed me.

To them, and them ONLY... I apologize for not being on Fail Affinity anymore.


And, I know that much like with a hidden character in a video game, I'm not very easy to find online anymore.

As you might imagine, that's very much intentional.


But, truth be told, as long as you look in one of the very select few places I am at, you will find me.

I don't plan on saying outright here publicly where those places are. But, I AM still around a little.

And, just know that even after 50 years... 1 half a century... this Philly born and raised urban bunny is still very much alive and kicking.


Also, while my appearance here is just meant as an ultra rare "one off" appearance, I did like resurfacing briefly, and showing up unannounced as what I hope was a pleasant surprise.

(At least for whatever few furs still like me). As for the rest, they can douse themselves in kerosene, and jump into a giant bonfire on November 5th for all I care.


At any rate, these days i have moved on to greener pastures. Ones that have allowed me MUCH greater flexibility in allowing me to be ME deep down... ones that aren't run like some authoritarian regime, or prison camp Gestapo or something.

And, It's allowed me to exercise my right to free speech, regardless of who gets butthurt by that, and who doesn't. And, to say what's on my mind without mixing words anymore because It's not deemed "acceptable" by people who are only in power thanks to the money and Internet traffic of others.

After all, free speech is EQUALLY free for everyone, and that includes ME too. (Despite the powers that be, and many other furs on here who always treated me as if I had no right to speak my mind).


Anyway, I had a GREAT 50th birthday yesterday. And, that would be because I have Tamias by my side.

My life is MUCH better ever since he came into it. And, there's not a day that goes by without me being thankful I have him in my life.


And now, for a fitting song in honor and love of the light of my life... My fiancee, Tamias...





Phloppy Bunny... 1970-2020. Still crazy after all these years, and PROUD of it! :P