As of last Friday I graduated UCSD with a 3.85 GPA achieving both my BA in Science Fiction Literature and certifications in Business Marketing. How does it feel? I'm not quite sure yet, it honestly hasn't sunk in or perhaps I just don't think it to be some life altering event. Twenty four years later though...

I could have wrote this in a number of venues. My professional blog, a university journal or periodical. But for some reason not even I am aware or conscious of, I wanted this to not be read by a large number of people. Perhaps a few passerby will glance it over; read the first few sentences and move on with their day. Maybe one or two will even read this in its entirety. But there were things, admittedly, that were on my mind that I felt needed to be written down someplace. So here I am, in that secluded part of cyberspace which is my page on FA.

I have been deep in thought as of late, lost in the recesses of the mind which speculate and extrapolate on musings that are irrelevant in most situations. I have been thinking about, us. No, not the furry community or our constructed avatars we call sonas. I've been thinking about us, people, humans. I have had the pleasure of meeting and growing close to some truly incredible people. Some of which I consider my family, some I consider friends and even some where our lives intersected for a brief moment and veered into different paths. Those paths; are what I have been so deeply concentrated on. We are a very fickle, if not ironic species. That fickleness is represented in all of us by our desire (if not need) to be selfish and see our way of thinking as always correct. Ironic in the sense that we have the most evolved minds on our planet, but fail to use them to their fullest potential. As far back as history takes us, that fickleness has brought about conflict, strife and misery on the smallest of scales and the largest. We are adept at dividing each other into categories, the blacks, the whites, the right, the wrong, the desirable and the undesirable. We have little to no capacity for abrupt change of ourselves or forgiveness. Again the irony is that we are the most intelligence forms of life on this planet and are the only species capable of these vast ranges of emotions; yet we cannot do something as simple as admit we are wrong. I am not suggesting that the barriers of right and wrong are transparent and do not exist. Clearly there are instances where there is a correct action, and an incorrect one. What I am suggesting, is that we lack the ability to effectively reach across those boundaries and discuss. To talk about our views (which are exclusive to humans) and come to an understanding of not only each other but ourselves.

So why is it that such a large percentage of the population continues to leech off of those who have transcended this failing? Why are we so content to stagnate and never move forward? We have become lazy, slothful and happy within the mediocrity which we have built around us. If asked to build a city with only a spade an a pound of cement, very few of us would accept the challenge with grace. Even fewer of us with a sense of purpose and happiness. We are creatures of ease now, our technologies have made this sedentary and stagnant life acceptable if not preferable. We have no challenge left within us, we look for the easiest way out of a situation. Whether that be leeching off those few who have sought out challenge and conquered it, or relinquishing control of one's life and becoming content in that mediocrity. Ever since my first listening to the late JFK's moon speech I have sought out arduous challenges and the most breaking of conquests. I did so, not because they were easy, but because they were hard.

I am so utterly exhausted of this tired notion that there is no way out, there is no hope. I become angry when a person's problems in life are blamed on sources which they have had part in shaping themselves. Saddened when I see an individual who has great potential, but gives in to the easy and simplistic ways of life. Imagine what we could do, as a species if we thought hundreds of years into the future and not just days. If we let humility take hold of us, and had that important dialogue with each other to find solutions. I imagine a world in which all these things are not uncommon, but the norm. We have thousands of years of evolution behind us to create technologies which eighty years ago were considered fiction. More importantly we have the ability to rationalize complex situations while doubting ourselves; and then finding the truths in life to cast aside that doubt. But somehow, we lack the capacity to do so. Thousands upon thousands of years of evolution which have given us the ability to collaborate and share the best parts of ourselves with others; mixed with the stubborn and fickleness we have constructed around ourselves.

So what is this journal about, really? It's not about anything you or I should concern ourselves with. After all, are we not so happy living in mediocrity? Or do we long for something much greater? I know I do, and I am ready to face the difficulties in conquering the highest precipices of life's journey and to admit that sometimes I am wrong, I am flawed and I wish to learn from those stumbles. The real question I suppose you as the reader must ask yourself, the only question worth asking anymore. Are you willing to do that same?

You came here expecting something cyberpunk didn't you? Well too bad! Instead you're going to read my shout out to because I have a lot of art back up I need to post but am too lazy/busy. I now feel your pain, Sulfer. I now feel your pain.

Keyless Entry. Never again will I loose my keys under a seat, a couch or a recliner. Never a mor' shall I be taunted by the kitchen clock reminding me of my tardiness. Thank you, type 1A super nova for creating the elements possible to forge this miracle of keydom.

Who in the holy mother of ass titties makes someone go to a project class for eight hours three times a week, THEN go back home to spend three more hours trying to figure out the project directors handwriting? Honestly, it's as if someone took a pen and smeared the ink all over the paper and proclaimed they were "notes."

Now I must create a massive email chain to try and decipher all of these hieroglyphics. Well only ten more weeks on this, and then an additional ten weeks doing my last internship. Then it's Seattle all day everyday.

Thanks Varanis; I think.

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I'm doing this because my BF chose to. :V

Where will you be?

Hotel, con and around Seattle with my super special BF. I am hoping to roam around my old city more than do so around the con.

Where are you staying?

The Clarion. Which ironically is the name of my college within UCSD. Maybe it was meant to be?

Who will you be with?

My super amazing BF of course! Also with two of my closest friends and


What is your gender?

Male.

How old are you?

26

Are you taken?

I sure am! Best shark guy

Can I touch you?

No. Those of you who know me, yes.

Can I touch your friends?

What am I their mothers?

Can I talk about/do drugs in front of you?

I'm sorry, do you have a life or not?

Can I invite you out for food/fun/etc?

If I know you, sure.

Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?

Again, if I know you.

Can I talk to you?

You sure can! Just be aware that my interests are very laser focused into Cyberpunk, Science Fiction and Gaming so if I seem uninterested I probably am. Sorry!

"Good artists copy; great artists steal." - Picasso

Anyone who suffers from depression has my support, as a sufferer myself under medication and professional care I realize that there are those who do not have that luxury. If you know someone who is depressed, or showing signs reach out and help. Speaking from experience, it makes all the difference. A simple hug, or hand can change an entire person.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEATEnJ64pw

 JSharkaron is to blame.

So I wont be around Tuesday, Wednesday or possibly Thursday because I will be enjoying Wolfenstien: The New Order! Did all my work early so I could enjoy some good old fashion Nazi killing.

Sorry I have been absent as of late. Computer decided to take a dump so it's in for repairs. Hopefully I'll be back up and running soon.

Also I'm addicted to Titanfall, please send help.

That is all.

As such, I may be scarce for the next two or so weeks.

See you all starside in a few weeks. I'll be around to chat and talk sporadically, but not in depth.

Due to a vast number of things, centering around the fashion in which this site is run/maintained, the high school mentality of popularity, and the dog eat dog social trend I will be moving to So Furry! I will still have my account here, just wont be active as much. I'll still submit stuff here though!

https://vortex-lightgear.sofurry.com/

I'll upload the rest of my stuff in the following days as to not spam everyone's inbox.

Don't say I never did nothin' for ya.

Many people in my experience, know not the difference between my work and reality. It pains me, to see such work taken out of context. For it has been and always will be, to enhance the splendor of life not to subjugate or replace it. I fear that, the popularity of my own creations will be their undoing. When art, narrative and imaginative journeys transition into reality, our very real world is lost.

From the man himself. Something to think about, perhaps relevant.

I'll re-up all my commissions tomorrow at some point, been lazy.