Hey all! So I’m back on FA again for a bit, who knows how long I’ll stay around. If you want to find me your best bet is to hit me up on Twitter (@WarszawaScream), I’m hella active over there. Or on Twitch as WarzyPlays, I stream video games Mon - Thurs nights because.... well, I’m an adult, and I can. Plus you get to see my lovely face and hear my lovely voice as I curse out dinosaurs or Sims.

What’s new with me? Well, 1, I’m engaged! I finally found a man who was willing to put up with my shit, and he’s pretty cool too. Dragged him kicking and screaming into the fandom, find him at TyTheSaber. Wedding date isn’t solid yet but sometime in 2022 if all goes according to plan.

2, I’m on new meds! And THEY WORK??? I haven’t been this productive since about 2009 or so. I can’t believe I was suffering for that long and didn’t realize it just... I wasn’t myself. So fingers crossed that I’m back to normal. I’m enjoying doing art again, I’m doing work around my parents’ house, and everything so far feels .... good again.

3, I’m non-binary! That’s nothing new but yeah I finally found a word that described my gender properly. Pronouns haven’t changed much, still she/they/raptor. Or just “bitch” works, too.

4, I moved back into my parents’ house because I rescued a kitten and my landlady didn’t like that. Said kitten (now cat) is a bonafide service animal but I wasn’t going to bother fighting it. (Her job is to wake me up if an alarm is going off, she saved my life once already by waking me up when the smoke detectors went off because my KITCHEN WAS ON FIRE. I can sleep through almost anything. How did I train her to do that? I just fed her every time my alarm went off and she learned that way, alarm = food = wake me up so she gets food.) But I LOVE living at home. I’m turning 40 in May and living with my folks as an adult is wonderful. Plus I’m doing some of the home repairs they desperately needed (I learned to do drywall and I’m pretty good at painting!), Ty is a huge help with those as well. I might have mentioned I moved home in an earlier post but I have no memory.

5, yo FUCK COVID-19. I had it in April 2020 and it turns out I’m one of the asymptomatic types, which is great for me but also leaves me afraid that I’ll pick it up again and not know and give it to someone else. I’m eligible for the vaccine thanks to my asthma, but trying to find an appointment is absolutely bonkers. On the bright side, I’ve been working from home for the better part of a year and WHAT a boon to my mental health it’s been.

So anyway, my rambling aside - that’s where we’re at now! I’m slowly getting into art again, I have an iPad and iPencil and Clip Studio Paint, which I’m feeling my way around and learning to use by messing with other artists’ bases and just generally having a good time with it. The state of the world sucks right now but in my little bubble, things are looking up. And I just think that’s neat.

Hope you all are doing well - if I owe you a commission or something for the love of God LET ME KNOW so I can get you a refund already, I know I have at least one person who was waiting 10+ years for something but my list of who I owe what was lost in a computer crash. GET YO MONEY.

I've been coloring a lot to help myself relax and relieve some stress, so if you'd be interested to see in what I come up with (and maybe pick up an adoptable design in the process), head over to:

  WarzyAdopts

No pressure of course :P

So it’s been awhile since I haunted around here much; I’m far more active on Twitter and Facebook. I keep thinking I’ll make a Grand Return but honestly, my art inspiration is... lacking. My confidence too, if I’m completely honest. But I’ve been doing cheap pencil commissions to force myself to do at least one drawing a day, so maybe I’ll get that confidence back. (If anyone wants one, slip into my Twitter DM’s or leave me a comment here.)

That said, LIFE UPDATES!

PERSONAL: off the dating market, accidentally converted my mate into a furry oops lol. He is wonderful, we are happy, the future looks very promising.

HOME: I moved back in with my parents! My little bro and his gf had a baby back in November, they live a few states away, so my being here means my folks can go down to see their grandkid whenever they like (we have six cats and a dog, so I’m free house-and-pet sitting.) Plus the house was in desperate need of some construction work, so I’m doing all that myself; drywall repair/replacement, patching, painting, etc. Hard work but super rewarding, learning a lot of it as I go.

WORK: is hell on wheels. Trying to get promoted into a traineeship position for a higher paying title but there’s always red tape. Thank God I have scissors.

HEALTH: fuckin’ sucks. I’ve got some kind of chronic fatigue issue that’s either related to Depression/Anxiety, or possibly EDS/fibromyalgia. Docs haven’t been able to pinpoint a cause yet. Very much a spoonie working with very limited spoons day to day, but I’m still functional enough to hold down a job and get housework done when my energy permits. Also had a car accident last August that messed up my back and neck, but physical therapy and pain management injections have been keeping that under control.

CREATIVE: I really, REALLY want to start writing out the anthro-centric story that’s been kicking around my head for two years, but I’m always afraid I won’t have an audience. Maybe I’ll write a prologue and post it here to see how it does, idk. Encourage me, guys. I need it. ...I may or may not have been posting some fanfic on Archive of Our Own under a pseudonym, but unless you’re a Guzma whore you won’t be interested.

That’s about all for now - hope y’all have been doing well <3 Keep on creating!

Right now it's only part of the article, but according to Irene (my friend & interviewer) it'll be fully live and not pay-walled in another few months.

IN THE MEANTIME, you can read the excerpt (and see Ralphy's handsome raptory mug) right here:

http://awomensthing.org/blog/furry-.....g-raptor-life/

So, I kept this under total and complete wraps except from a few of my furry FB group co-Admins, because I know how much the fandom loves the media, BUT a few months back an old friend from high school approached me about doing an interview for a quarterly paper she works for called "A Women's Thing"; the theme of the issue was "Play", and after seeing all of my Facebook posts about the fandom and fur suiting and etc, she thought it would fit in perfectly with the theme.

So we did the interview at a Starbucks, we must have talked for an hour or more just about furry itself (and another two hours spent catching up on life since high school.) A few days later she texted me saying her editor thought it would be amazing to get photos as well, and so on a beautiful 80 degree day I spent three hours dancing around a rooftop in Brooklyn both in and out for fursuit, for a total of almost 600 pictures.

I just received the issue in the mail today - the article came out AMAZING. It shines such a great light on Furries, debunks the myth that all we do is have sex in costume, and focuses a lot on the warm, welcoming nature of the community and all the fun of fur meets, conventions, and fursuiting.

I have to see if I can get permission to post the article here - they ended up not using pictures of my human self, but the title page of the article has a great picture of me in the Ralph suit. But forget about me, really - the article is just so great. More than I could have hoped for.

So stay tuned, if I get the ok to post the article here I will (since their site is a subscription one I believe.) And hopefully if and when that happens, you guys will love it as much as I do.

So, I broke my foot last night.

I have never broken a bone in my 33 years. And I broke it in the stupidest way, by expecting a step to be there that wasn't there and just totally losing my balance because of it.

So far, I have learned that crutches really suck, and that holy shit handicapped people really DO have a serious struggle as far as accessibility is concerned.

I may need surgery to re-align the bone, not sure yet. It looks pretty awful on the x-ray, thankfully it isn't causing me much pain as long as I don't put ANY sort of pressure on it. I have a soft cast/splint for now, will likely get a hard one come Monday when I see the orthopedist.

So if anyone's got any advice on making my life easier mobility-wise, hook a raptor up. I ain't going anywhere for awhile, lol.

I really don't have much to say, except

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

I'm finally drawing again after a few years of not drawing much, so expect to see some art posted soon (mostly pencil sketches, baby steps.) Hopefully I can get my painting skills back up to snuff, still got a few outstanding commissions I need to finish.

Hope everyone is well!

I feel like every time I come back here I've nothing but shitty news; this time is barely any different... I upload my first piece in two years, and since then I've lost not one but two of my cats. Morgan Le Fay, my little sister since I was 14, was old and weak and succumbed to age peacefully in her sleep in my mother's lap last Thursday, just how we all wanted her to go... and just earlier today I received the unexpected and heart-breaking call that my baby boy Kefka had a tumor in his mouth and there was nothing they could do for him. Without trying to sound overly dramatic, I rushed from my job to the animal hospital in order to be there with him for a few minutes before they put him to sleep (I absolutely insisted on being there for it; no furbrother or fursister or furbaby of mine will ever be left alone in their final moments.) Mom left the final decision to me, since he was my baby - my friends got him and his sister for me for my 17th birthday. Every time I went to my parents house, the first thing I did was pick up Kefka and carry him around like a baby and coo and tell him how much I loved him - and that was usually the last thing I did before I left as well.

And it's a horrible decision to have to make. It's absolutely horrible. I feel horrible. I know I did the right thing but my heart hurts from the loss, my head hurts from crying all day. I held it together in front of my family and then just lost it when I got home. And it really, really, really sucks.

I'm just venting it out here because I don't want to go off on Facebook where my parents will see. My mother's still mourning Morgan (who was her baby), let alone Kefka, and seeing how upset I am will only hurt and worry her that much more. Dad's upset but would be more upset seeing me go to pieces.

I keep coming back to thought that it was a large loss in my life that prompted me to stop drawing for a few years... how ironic that I'd start drawing again right before I'd encounter another big loss. Or maybe it's not the proper use or ironic, maybe this is just 'coincidental'. I don't know.

He kept me going. When all seemed lost, he was there for me. Him and Celes and Morgan and Merlin were all there for me. But whenever I walked in that door, Kefka was the one to run around my ankles and mrow at me until I picked him up and carried him around. He knew when I was sad. He knew when I was heart-broken. The more upset I was, the more attention he demanded. Because he knew that I'd feel better just carrying him around, and nine times out of ten he'd just sit in my arms as long as I'd hold him and walk around with him like that.

They brought him to me this afternoon at the vet's office wrapped in a blanket, and he was doped up from the surgery he'd just been through. And I picked him up wrapped in the blanket and tried not to cry. And Kefka came to his senses just enough to fight his way out of the blanket despite my protests, just to lay his head on my shoulder and sit in my arms like he always did, just so that I could hold and carry him one last time until the vet came back in.

It was in art class that I had told my friend I wanted a grey cat with green eyes. It was during art class that she told me they had gotten me such a cat for my birthday, but he had a sister in the pound - and I came up with $30 to hand her so that they could go get the sister (Celes, who's actually mentioned in the last journal I had posted before this; that was when we had to put her to sleep.) Kefka wouldn't have been a part of my life if it weren't for my interest in art and if I'm going to do anything in his honor, I feel like continuing to 'art' should be it. So I'm going to try to keep going this time, even if it means I spend some time getting my emotions out in the form of drawings - maybe that's just how I cope. And maybe that's ok. Maybe even if it means some angsty drawings or rough, terrible sketches - maybe that's just ok. He never judged me no matter what the hell it was that I was upset over... maybe I need to stop judging myself.

Anyway.

I'm sorry I'm pouring my emotions out over here. I may come off like a hard-ass brick wall who's killed all of her emotions with alcohol and medication. But I do still have emotions. I just do a damn good job of hiding them.

And nothing has an easier time drawing them out than my cats.

RIP, Keffy. <3

SO ok, now that I'm online again (funny enough, I posted that last journal like LOL HAI GAIS and then I get home that night and my desktop PC takes a crap. Unplugged everything, opened it up, smacked it like a bitch, closed it up, plugged it in, and it works again. WHO'S YOUR DADDY.)

The rundown of this year:

JANUARY-END OF FEBRUARY
-Epic drama and bipolar breakdown.
-Doctor puts me on enough meds to kill a horse. It's not very effective. But it's something.
-Take time off work, come back to work to find my desk moved and my boss has completely switched my units. I am no longer doing work that I actually love to do, as I was before; now I'm doing shit that I hate. Fantastic.
-I join the gym and proceed to go every single day for just about two hours a day, kick the shit out of myself, barely eat anything, and start looking real sexy real fast. And feeling good, too.
-Lots of drugs, booze, poor judgement and bad decisions. Party like a rock star? No. ROCK STARS PARTY LIKE ME. I regret almost nothing.


MARCH-END OF APRIL
-Enroll in school online. HOORAY! MAYBE I'LL FINISH MY DEGREE!
-Landlord comes back from Florida and goes "Oh lol btw I'm selling the house lol u guys gotta move by May 15th." My birthday is May 19th. FML.
-Breakdown #2.
-Dave and I start talking again. Yay! <3
-Due to apartment hunting (FOR WHICH I HAD NO GODDAMN HELP) and packing I had no time to actually TAKE the classes I signed up for. Stress x2.
-My cat Celes suddenly falls ill. Mom takes her to the vet. Vet calls back that night and says "I don't even think she'll make it through the night." Since this was out of nowhere and I was unprepared and already stressed like crazy, I was hysterical (she was my baby, one of my two birthday kittens when I was 17.) Take the following morning off, Celes made it through the night... go to the vet to say goodbye and hold her while they put her to sleep. I couldn't believe how sick she'd gotten so fast - she was literally yellow from jaundice, every last pink pawpad and skin underneath her white fur. Anyway, so... her brother thankfully is still healthy, he misses his sister but he's doing well.
-Get back to my apartment after putting Celes to sleep, stand outside in the rain for a few minutes to calm down. My landlord comes outside to check the gutters. I say hi. He asks what's wrong, I tell him "I just came back from putting my cat down." "Oh, that's such a shame... so how's the apartment hunt going?" ... excuse myself upstairs and weep for another two hours before I muster the energy to go to work.
-Find apartment I like. Have to fight tooth and nail and take a loan out of my retirement to get it.
-Close on apartment. Now the fun starts.

MAY
-Tell landlord STFU, you said May 15th, we don't CARE if your asshole brother says you should just throw us out by May 1st.
-Packing. Yelling at Rick for dragging his ass.
-Comes down to the wire and the apt STILL isn't packed. I'm drinking heavily. Rick's drinking heavily. I'm freaking out thinking he's going to end up in the hospital again because of HIS liver, still shaken up from the last time he got sick AND from my cat going through the liver failure thing. I drink even heavier to cope. Packing still isn't getting done.
-End up throwing every last goddamn thing I own haphazardly into boxes. It takes us three days to get shit out of there. May 18th we finally get everything into the new place.
-May 19th: I turn 30. ... surprisingly, there was no breakdown #3 involved.
-New York State is broke, TIME TO THREATEN LAYOFFS! AGAIN! Right after I've moved! YEAAAAAAAH TOAST!
-I'm still drinking heavily. So is Rick. I finally have breakdown #3 and scream at him until I can't breathe. He stops a week later.
-I get an IUD 'installed'. (Look it up, I'm not getting into details.) IT HURTS LIKE HOLY FUCKING HELL. I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU. HOLY HELL. It continues to hurt for the next three months. It still hurts NOW, but only every now and again... and apparently it might hurt for another few months. But oh holy Christ is it a weight off my chest.
-Stop going to the gym very often due to the pain, start gaining some flab back. ugh.

JUNE-JULY-AUGUST
-CSEA negotiates a contract. I still have no job security. But at least I know I won't get laid off JUST yet.
-Every time Dave and I attempt to go to the beach, something happens. It rains. My car literally breaks down en route (and thus we begin Parking Lot Con ™, wherein we broke out the sand chairs right in the parking lot next to my broke down car and started cracking into our beers.) He runs out of gas and Cliff Husky has to rescue us. Third time was the charm: after Cliff saved us, we filled the car up and turned around and went RIGHT the fuck back to the beach. Thus killed the curse.
-Karma comes back and says "Hey, you earned a break" and seems to smile on all my plans.
-Until I'm supposed to have my big BBQ. Forecast calls for Thunderstorms. Instead we get storms and nasty humidity that nearly chokes me. No problem, I have a rain date.
-Rain date happens to be when Tropical Fucker Irene rips through. FML.
-To boot: new apartment is right on the water. They call for my neighborhood to evacuate. I grab everything I cherish and either throw it into my car or up on top of the bed (which is on milk crates now), lock the doors, batten down the hatches, hop in the car and head inland for a motel.
-After the storm, we don't have power for six whole days. THAT shit sucked, but was kinda fun too.
-New York State is STILL broke, now they're going after my coworkers who are in a different union. Tentative contract is negotiated.

SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER
-Car breaks down again. Relatively cheap fix, she's up and running again and now over 250,000 miles.
-PEF - the other union - votes DOWN the contract. Three coworkers in my office are now staring up the ass of being laid off on November 4th. One just got divorced and will lose his house if he loses this job. You can imagine how awesome the job morale is. And on the other side, now people are looking at me angrily because I'm one of the two who WON'T get laid off just yet bc of the different unions. ... yay? MORE STRESS.
-Find kittens outside my building at work. Mother cat is caring for them. Keep an eye on them, leave food out for them. Going to trap them. Building manager finds them. They try to scare them off and instead scare them into the building. Building manager calls an exterminator, lies to me about what he's having done with them... suffice it to say they were destroyed. Humanely? I wish I could tell you. I'm really upset about it and don't really want to get into it.
-Realize "Oh fuck me, FurFright is coming." Take Ralph's unfinished head out of the closet, stare at him for a few days, then decide I'm going to buckle down and finish the little fuck if it kills me.
-Sweat, blood, tears and a finished fursuit head. (I made his tail last year. He still has no hands or feet. But whatever.)
-Realize oh God, I'm flabby as fuck, I NEED to get back into the gym.
-FurFright comes, and the weekend was great. Met a lot of awesome people, hung out with the awesome people I already knew, only had one major freakout, no hangovers, AND went hiking to a waterfall on the way home. ... and there's lots of embarrassing video footage of me. Please see appx 1:31 in, behind Pinkie-Pie, on the left: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rv1Ly_ik8_w ... THERE WAS A LOT OF ALCOHOL INVOLVED GOD DAMMIT I SWEAR.

SO YEAH it's been a pretty shit-tacular year, but not without its good parts.

As far as art? I haven't picked up a goddamn pencil in eight months. Doodled a few things but that's it. The meds I'm on that keep me from turning into psycho bipolar Warzy also do a lot of damage to my creativity, but after all these months I'm starting to get it back. I'm able to write again, like a boss, which is good. I'm praying that I get my drawing spark back soon.

All my goddamn sketchbooks and watercolor pads and everything else are all still in boxes; I haven't finished unpacking. My anxiety is such that I don't unpack things until I'm ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN the apartment will work out and that I'm not getting thrown out by the landlords. As it happens, our landlords are an elderly Italian couple who bring us down home-made cookies every weekend and big bowls of whatever Josepina cooks up from the things that Andrea grows in his garden. I'm secure enough that I've finally started pulling things out of hibernation, so hopefully I'll find everything I own by December. Once I get that taken care of I can finish things and get them in the mail and go on my jolly way doing... I don't know what.

So in the meanwhile I doubt I'll be posting anything that isn't either scratchpaper doodles or tablet sketches. Possibly jewelry but even that's been mega on and off for awhile.

Annnddd now I have to run to CVS for MOAR DRUGS.

Yeah, fuck, been a few months.

Longer post later with the loldetails but this is a quick one to say holy shit what a spectacle this year has been. (And by spectacle I mean shit-show.)

But I'm alive and mostly in one piece. Never sure which piece, but in some piece or another.

And I still have a job, which is where I gotta go five minutes ago.

Jesus I didn't realize it'd been 11 days since I was up in this bitch. This is why I end up disappearing for months on end - something upsets me to the point that I change my entire routine, and FA gets caught in the crossfire. Which is bizarre because 99% of the time, whatever it was that upset me that badly has NOTHING to do with the furry fandom so... where's the sense in that?

To update on where I am in my current debacle, which I realize I never made clear in the first place: if 1 is the lowest and 10 is the best, I'm somewhere around 6 or MAYBE 7. I'm getting there. Said debacle involved a SCARY bad bipolar episode and a bad heartache occurring at the same exact time; anyone who suffers extreme depressive streaks can understand how bad that is alone, but topped with a mutual "we should split up" with someone who's been one of my best friends for two years? That sent me right off the edge of the cliff. (And left me without a good 50-75% of my personal support system - at the time of the decision I didn't understand that it meant cutting all contact for an undetermined number of months.)

I've been home from work recovering from the bipolar shit and dealing with everything else for nearly two weeks. My boss doesn't understand why I couldn't just work through it, but my boss also doesn't seem to understand how serious this shit can be and that I have a history of violent and self-destructive behavior that coincides with both manic and depressive episodes. It got to the point where I was literally wasting - I couldn't get myself to eat, couldn't get myself to drink, dropped about eight pounds in the course of a week and a half, was starting to get delusional, etc. And that was right BEFORE the shit hit the fan with my friend.

So. Doctor ordered me to take time off. Big change in my medications; between prescriptions and supplements I'm now taking enough pills in the morning that my stomach feels satiated and doesn't want breakfast. I have to avoid emotionally stressful situations and activities, but I'm encouraged to participate in physically stressful ones AS LONG AS they're of a beneficial nature. And I can't drink like I used to, which is FUCKING horrible (everyone knows how much I love my booze, and if you didn't: I am a raging drunkard) - I found this out the hard way last weekend. There were witnesses. I lost my dignity and my socks. I just want my socks back.

I joined a gym with my bff and have been stressing the crap out of every muscle in my body since the day we signed up, which seems to help keep my brain on the right track. I've been turning my apartment inside out. I'm trying to get myself out into the world and out with friends but it's really touch-and-go; if I feel too stressed or anxious then it's safer for all involved if I stay in. I was going to go back to work this morning, but a two hour crying fit when I woke up told me that wasn't happening. (Note that I'm normally a hard-ass and I just DON'T cry, so to be having crying fits out of nowhere is a sign that something's WAY off.) Gonna give it another shot tomorrow, if not then Friday, and if not then Monday.

SO that's the story with me right now, where I've been and where I'm headed and etc. Hopefully the treatment I'm on now actually WORKS (and that I'm responsible enough to take my goddamn meds every day - this is a bigger problem than it sounds like because I always get to a point where I resent having to live on medication and will just stop taking it all together. Gonna be 30 and I'm still as stubborn as an 8 year old with that shit, and it happens EVERY DAMN TIME.) Hopefully I get back to work soon. Hopefully shit works out with my friend and we end up still being close, or even friends at all. Hopefully I find whatever the hell it is I seem to have lost a month ago. Only time will tell.

In the meantime, I'm gonna keep on keepin' on and we'll see what happens from there.

I'm starting to understand why people go through these sudden metamorphoses (sp?) where they rage and then suddenly they've changed their name or character. The thought just ran through my head, "I should start using the alias "Spitfire" instead, this one's gotten old and-"

Fuck's sakes. "This one" hasn't "gotten old." I've been "Warsaw" since I was 15. I'm just fucking bitter and hurt right now, and you know what? I was fucking bitter and hurt back when I first took on that moniker as well.

I'm not changing something so closely associated with myself because of the hurt that someone else caused. If I did that every time someone pissed me off or hurt me, I'd have a lot more aliases than I already do. It's MY life. It's MY name. It's MY likeness. And I sure as hell am NOT about to change something so significant to my life that I have it TATTOOED on me just because of someone I couldn't give a DAMN about right now (and who most obviously couldn't give a damn about me either, BUT that's just my bitch-and-whine side talking.)

Not to knock anyone else who's ever changed - I'm saying that I actually understand the reasoning behind it now. But I'm too much of a fucking stubborn bitch to do so myself.

You know what? I'm not doing myself any fucking favors by burying my head in the sand until I stop baawwwwing over my 'lost love Lenore.'

Lenore can go fuck himself because HE'S the one losing out. Sorry to ya'all who know who I'm referring to (and to you, if you see this), you know I love the kid, but tigers don't change their stripes (ouch) - I'm always gonna be a spiteful psycho bitch. It's how I fucking cope.

Right now there's a LOT of directionless anger and I'd rather get it out BEFORE I see his face again. Which will be tomorrow. So if it means I spit bile and poison in journal entries and art, then that's how it goes.

Dido can go screw herself, because THIS fat bitch is NOT going down with the ship.

Hey all,

I'm going through some really painful personal stuff atm so there's not gonna be a lot of production in the next few weeks. Maybe vent art but that's about the size of it.

I'm sorry for those waiting on things; once the dust settles I'll resume work.

Immer den sieger; keep my face to the sun but never let the light blind me.

Stole it from  amethystlongcat (who does FREAKING AWESOME art, go check it out.)

Feel free to rate Warzy, Snakes, Ralph, or... .. well I don't really draw much else. Maybe Moj.


1. What do you think my character would have a job/career in?
2. What is unique about my character that you enjoy?
3. What are his/her flaws?
4. What are some changes you would like to see?
5. What would you like to see my character doing in future pictures?
6. How old does my character look?
7. On a scale of 1-10, how attractive is my character?
8. On a scale to 1-10, how sexually attractive is my character?
9. On a scale to 1-10, how well does my character fit me?
10. If you could, how would you personally change them to fit me better?

Yeah, I lost every last one of the goddamn drunk sketch suggestions. Fucking FA database.

And since I was drinking I'm not 100% sure what I was working on where at whose request.

So, do me a favor and RE-COMMENT to jog my memory plzkthx.

HEY GUYS MY CAR'S BURIED UP TO THE WINDOWS IN SNOW!

GUESS WHO AIN'T GOING TO WORK TODAY!

Not to mention that the township I live in has declared a State of Emergency.

SO. I'll keep working on the ideas I got so far, ya'all keep throwing more at me. I'll post some up in a little bit.

IT'S FUCKING SNOWMAGEDDON OH MY GOOODDD-

Yeah, Long Island's getting hit with a blizzard right now.

My plan for tonight involves a Snuggie, an 18 pack of Nattie Lights, a wacom tablet, two packs of cigarettes, and whatever crazy ideas I get thrown because I need some sketch practice.

So, you know what to do.

(aka comment with random shit for me to try and sketch later.)

*EDIT 6:30pm*

Sketching will begin in an hour or so. Throw more ideas at me. Feeling the need to watch porn until then. (IT INSPIRES ME DAMMIT.)

The power in my apartment's gone glitchy so cross your fingers/paws/claws that I don't lose electricity. I need my heating pad more than anything right now. (Bad back the past few days, call the waaaaaambulance.)

Hey guys

GUYS

Merry Christmas guys

I got an iPhone oh God it's so nifty I can't stop touching it

I still have to finish wrapping things and all I can think about is eating ramen and sleeping so

I'm'a go do that

So I heard FA went down?

Derp.



Work on art has been slow, taking a writing class that actually gives homework so focus had to shift there for a bit. I've got a break between Part 1 and Part 2 of the class so I can get back on track for a bit in January before getting derailed again. (I'll post two of the assignments here, if I ever finish the last one... :\ )

Car's acting up, cross fingers/paws/claws that it's gonna hold out until at least February when I can afford to get it fixed up. Ain't no way in blue hell I'm taking more commishes on atm, and my regular paychecks are tied up in bills until then.

Going to be officially going back to school and getting my edumacation part-time sometime in the next few months, thanks to two 4-credit class tuition grants from work. Maybe I'll finish that VisiComm BS after all. ... or a degree in general. Useless as I believe them to be, I'd like to know that I didn't spend those tens of thousands of dollars for nothing.

And other than that, being an adult sucks; stay in school and live off your parents as long as you fucking can for the love of GOD. PLEASE.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1942284/

distortedgirl66 is doing Iron Artist requests, you just have to link back to the journal above. JUMP ON IT.

It's time for that awesome greed meme again (... plus it keeps friends who I exchange gifts with from having to ask what I want, because I can never ever think on my feet.)

STEP ONE

* Make a post (public, friends-locked, filtered... whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ/Blog. The post should contain your list of ten holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV"). The important thing is to make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
* If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) can get in touch with you. Your home address is not required!
* Make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.


STEP TWO

* Surf around your friends list (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now, here's the important part...
* If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes one person's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use - or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free - do it.
* You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf - to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not - it's your call. There are no guarantees with this project, and no strings attached. Just... wish, and it might come true. Give and you might receive. You'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.


These are in no order. Note for contact info.

COMMENT WITH A LINK IF YOU'VE GOT YOUR OWN WISH LIST POSTED!

1. Daleks. Dalek anything. (I already have a shirt.)
2. The Master's Laser Screwdriver (I'm sorry, my geek is showing.)
3. Cans of Sparks or Four Loko. Or a bottle of Jameson whiskey. Or wine. ... I like booze.
4. Taxidermy bits: skunk pelt, rattlesnake vertebrae, rattlesnake rattles, diamondback rattlesnake skin.
5. ART. Don't care what kind of art or what characters, I just love art. (Refs and such are up in this piece.)
6. I like books about symbols and metaphysical or ancient faiths and cultures. Especially "VooDoo". (Link goes to my Amazon book wishlist.)
7. This collar, and this collar.
8. An iPhone. Or money towards an iPhone. (I'm going to the dark side.) Or an iPhone App Store gift card kind of thing. (I'm getting one in February.)
9. Repair manual (Chilton's and or Hayden's) for a 1990 Jeep Wrangler.
10. When all else fails, cash/PayPal or gift cards to places like Target, 7-11 and AC Moore.

Yanno, the one who inspired the dirty birdie on my shoulder?

Mister Draven makes music. Amazing music. If you like electronica, industrial or just good choons in general, you should go check his project out:

r e d | j a c k a l

Buy an album if you dig it; tell him Warzy sent you. But at the very least just give it a listen. You won't be disappointed.

Stolen from  forevernomad who stole it from other people, and edited to be a bit less hetero-specific. Because the nice guys of the world need some notice, especially from those of us lucky enough to be with one.



♥ To every guy that said, "Sex can wait"...
♥ To every guy that said, "You're beautiful"...
♥ To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see them...
♥ To every guy that gives them flowers and a card when they're sick or down...
♥ To every guy who has given them flowers just because that's how he rolls...
♥ To every guy that said he would die for them...
♥ To every guy that really would...
♥ To every guy that did what they wanted to die for...
♥ To every guy that cried in front of them...
♥ To every guy that they cried in front of...
♥ To every guy that holds hands with them.
♥ To every guy that kisses with meaning..
♥ To every guy that hugs them when they're sad...
♥ To every guy that hugs them for no reason at all...
♥ To every guy who would give their jacket up for them...
♥ To every guy that calls to make sure they got home safe...
♥ To every guy that would sit and wait for them for hours just to see them for ten minutes...
♥ To every guy that would give his seat up...
♥ To every guy that just wants to cuddle...
♥ To every guy that reassured them that they were beautiful no matter what...
♥ To every guy who told his secrets to them...
♥ To every guy that showed how much he cared through every word and every breath...
♥ To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one...
♥ To every guy that believed in their dreams...
♥ To every guy that would have done anything so they could achieve them...
♥ To every guy that never laughed at them when they told him their dreams...
♥ To every guy that walked them to their car and opened the door...
♥ To every guy that gave his heart...
♥ To every guy who prays that they are happy even if he's not with them...


Not many people appreciate nice guys anymore. And because of this, there are not many left out there.

- If you are a nice guy, repost this in your journal with the title: "Nice guys STILL finish last";

- If you think every guy should treat someone this way, repost this in your journal with the title: "To Every Guy".

I'm a lot better at working with my hands than I am at drawing. In my opinion, anyway - then again I tend to hate on everything I do because I'm one of THOSE people. (ohmigiod myliafispain idonothingwrite sobweepsob - and then I drink two beers and it's like fucking Popeye eating spinach, I snap right out of it and proceed to eat steak and flip tables and rape everything. It's AWESOME.)

I make jewelery. Nothing exquisite really, charm earrings and bracelets and a necklace here and there; just started working with bone and claws as well. I also make tied yarn dolls with button eyes and gemstone accents (occasionally a bone or two as well.) Awhile ago (pre-FA) I made a bunch of claw pendants out of Fimo clay, used to take special orders for custom ones and paint them up all pretty (or pierce them, as was one case.) I make little "VooDoo dolls", like the yarn ones except they're cut and sewn. I muck around with fleece - I just made myself a loonnggg orange-and-black barred scarf, and a "kinda looks like Toothless" fleece beanie to go with it (orange horns and eyes on a black skullcap. It's out of control.) May make matching gloves as well. With little orange claws.

Annnddd yet I don't have a fucking one of those things posted anywhere on FA, do I?

I have an excuse for not posting any writing here - none of it's furry. Snakes, Ralph, Jenny, Dingo, they all show up here as anthros but shit, that's just because I suck at humans; the actual characters in-story are human. (... I MAY at some point post some writing if there's interest. Feel free to sound off if you're curious.) But I ain't got but bullshit and a dream as far as excuses for not bothering to post anything else.

So I'd like to get around to doing that, but we'll see. My apartment isn't conducive to photographing things other than myself posing in front of the timer like a cam-whore. I can always do it at a friend's place, IF I remember to remember.

And now for your Song of the Day:

ARTIST: Terrorfakt
SONG: "Achtung! (Cervello Elettronic remix)"
GENRE: Industrial/Noise
BPM: ~135
LINK: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtPOpVaS27k
NOTES: I want this to be my entrance music whenever I walk into anywhere.