Apparently people have been looking for me wondering if I’m doing ok. Let me assure you that I’m fine, and I hope to be back in the community soon. My absence has been from a 3 part perfect storm situation.

The first two parts are related. They consist of health and work. Many of you know i have been struggling with a shoulder injury for quite some time. What I haven't mentioned is I am having problems with my knee. The combination of these cost me my job. Being broke and broken, going to conventions has been taken off my monthly to do list.

The 3ed part is why nobody has seen me at meets in a long while. It has to do with a bitter experience with FC that has left me sower with all things furry. As to not disappoint the shrinking number of fans and friends, I will retell the story of “The FC from Hell”

Our story begins, as they often do, with booking a room to hang my costume
After some thought I filled out a request to host a party in the room I thought best
Exited I was, as I read the reply. A fursuit lounge on the party floor, The convention could not deny
Everything was set, a balcony room was assured, all the supplies and snacks were procured.
The head tree was built, the car was packed and ready. I drove 500 miles, not fast but steady.
The day was here, the one i waited for for so long, I was so happy when I headed into the con.
Here is your key, the desk lady said. But when I got to the room there was no balcony and only one bed.
This wasn't wright I explained to concierge. They told me if I had a problem to take it up with the chair.
And so I did. To con ops I went, whom ignored my presents until I started to vent.
I told them of my plans, and the insurances I had, I warned them that my party could be bad
They got the Chair, he listened to my case. He decided that the balcony room was not my place.
He offered solutions that didn't involve fresh air. I decided on a plan that would cause him to lose hair
The plan on the room had involved cross flow. without it, the best I could do was a tornado.
I asked for the maintenance lead, to which they said no. I ended up causing 6 fuses to blow.
When maintenance arrived for the 3ed time. The lead came with them, it was about time.
They where as pissed as could be, but once hearing my story sympathized with me.
We needed more power to draw in more air. Maintenance came up with an idea that sounded fair.
They would let us use the plugs in the hall, assuming we agreed to pay a price that was small
In the end it didn't matter as the room was too hot, but don't worry lads, this isn't where the story stops.
About this time I came to find that my roommates had changed there minds
Now that my friends had ditched me, leaving me with the bill, i felt like everything was going downhill
But I decided to stay and do what I could to try to get everything to be as it should
Later that night I awoke, frozen in place. There was a #$@&%*! Cockroach on my face.
I had had it, I was done. It had been 2 days and I wasn't having any fun
I shortened my stay and headed home in defeat, vowing that my time as a furry was complete.


Sorry I sort of rushed this story out, so it's not very good. I’ll work on fixing it later (or perhaps never).
In related news. It looks like I will be going to FC this year. I have a room and I’m looking for people to fill it (and not bail on me last minute agan). Hope to see you all there.