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Okay, so I rarely post, because I mostly just post to bitch. And today, there is a lot of bitching going on out there. Seriously, it's Nov 5th, everybody is going crazy over yesterday. History has been made, and everybody is going nuts.

But I want to be original, so I have a topic to bitch about that has nothing at all to do with politics. Nobody else is bitching about this right now!

So I bring to you the intertubes a lesson in social dynamics and courtesy:

If you are sick, stay home.

No really, please, stay home. It's your social duty not to spread whatever it is you have, and thus you must stay home until you're over whatever it is. No, I don't care if you're feeling better after sleeping all day today, I don't care if you took Dayquil, or uselessly mega-dosed on vitamin C to get the placebo effect that gives you, it doesn't matter. You are contagious for at very least the first 48 to 72 hours after you begin taking medicine. Stay at home.

And I’m not just talking about social folks! I'm talking about work, school, the corner store, anything. Limit your exposure to people. I know you want to come and hang out, I can understand that.

It's the weekly meet!
It's a historic party!
It's Anthrocon! I can't miss it!

It doesn't matter. Whatever the event, I know you don't want to miss out on the fun. You want to be social. I want to be social with YOU too! But you should still stay home!

But I do not want to be sick for a week with whatever it is you have. If you have a fever, if you're obviously ill in any way, I beg of you please stay home. Don't go to the con, don't come to the weekly meet, and if you can, don't go to work or school either!

You're just going to spread the bug around by giving to half the people in the room with you. You'll be part of the soul sucking despair that is fall, as the nation sniffles and sneezes its way towards winter.

I have no way to know whose cold I picked up last night. There were three of you there, and so you all have a good alibi, this time. Just keep your stories straight, and don't start selling each other out and you'll make it thru this prisoner's dilemma scenario just fine.

And I've been on the other side of this coin too. The folks at Furry Weekend Atlanta 05 justifiably hate my fuzzy butt for the super crud I brought to the con that year. But once I realized I was sick, I slunk back to my hotel room and slept for two days. It could have been much worse I'm sure.

So please, if you're under the weather, curl up with a good book, or a good TV show, and we'll see you in a week's time. Then once you're better, I will happily listen to you complain about how sick you got. That’s as close to your illness as I have any desire to be.

Today's Public Service Announcement message was brought to you by the common cold.

Which I now have. *Ineffective fist shake*
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If you ordered from www.Furplanet.com in the last few weeks, then I know exactly where it is. Lined up beside my door in the biggest f-ing pile of packaages I've ever seen in one place.

There's eight feet, of boxes, packages, bubble wrap, and porn out there. It's actually eight feet, I measured it. Dear god I've been boxing and shipping all weekend.

Most of them are Heathen city orders. The responce has been phenominal, and I'm really glad we've gotten so many of them out the door. We still have more to print, more orders come in every day after all, but the majority of the pre-orders are out and gone.

And! And best of all, I got the Wookiees Decks out! Finally, those pesky 7 back orders are done and out the door.

Or at least, will be once i drag those five boxes of mail to the post office.

If i could find the gray cable which connected my digital camera to the computer i'd show you the picture I took of all the packaages, lined up in a row. It's just crazy.

And now, sleep.
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So, its about two weeks from AC now, and we've got SO much to do. New books are still coming in, and we're THIS close to having our playing card decks in production. (Damn printer....)

So, I invite the folks i know here in Dallas over for our usual Tuesday meet, but it has been canceled in favor of Forced Labor Camp night.

Seriously. Tuesday is prodcution day for the next two weeks. I hate to do it, but AC is way to close. We can still talk and hang out but it's gonna be while doing production.

May the furnography be with you!
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Well, it's getting close to time, so I figured I'd put the word out.

Thanks to all of you who nominated me, I made it into the running for the Usra Majors this year with my novel, The Hero.

If you havn't voted in the offical contest yet, go back to the Ursa major wesite (http://www.ursamajorawards.org/) and send in your voting email. You have only until April 20th to do so :)

Yes, thats right you have to get the registration code and send in an email. They have a nice text form you can copy and paste, so voting is easy.

I want to thank everybody who nominated me, and anyone who votes for me. you guys are amazing, and I'm always surprised how many fans I have out there.

Peace :)

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So, I recently joined a gym, because I need to get into a shape other than round.

I've been going mostly at night, as it is a 24 Hour fitness, but today I finally did what I've been saying i would do and stopped on my way home from work.

God's reward to me? In the changing room, as i'm getting out of my workout clothes, a very short, very old guy sets his bag next to me on the bench. And by short, I mean comes up to my shoulder, and by old i mean totally gray hair, looked like he was 60 something.

The guy proceeds to whip his clothes, all his clothes, off to reveal the body of a god. This old guy has the kind of body you would expect an olympic swimmer to have, and it reminded me a whole lot of an otter in build an look.

He proceeded to give me quite a good surprise show, taking way more time to get into his jock then it took him to get out of his pants, and as the title says, I wish I had that kind of body now, much less at 65.

I'm gonna have to work out more.
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Well i've got a lovely new desk, squashed up in the bedroom because the mate needs the den for production. Yah yah, a book binding machine will be nice to have but...

Oh well! My desk now faces a wall full of pornography. That makes a nice view.
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So, I bet a lot of you know about the Ursa Major Awards, but some of you may not.
They're sort of like the furry oscars, except everyone can nominate people.

My book The Hero was lucky enough to be on their recommended reading list this year, because somebody at the Ursa Majors knew about it, and I would really love to make it to the final five nominated Anthropomorphic Novels.

You can nominate here: http://www.ursamajorawards.org/nominations/ and it'll take you about 10 minutes to do so. I'm listed as #20 "The Hero, by Teiran. (Bad Dog Books, July)".

I would really appreciate everyone's support in this. This is just the nomination process, the actual voting comes later in March, but before I can beg you to Vote for my book, I need to get Nominations first! Ain't democracy grand?

So please, follow the link, and spend a few minutes nominating my book along with all the other furry works you loved from 2007. There is a full range of categories, and i'm sure you'll find a lot of really great artist and writers to nominate.

I would really apreciate it. :)
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A few friends were over tonight, as they always are on Tuesdays, and we got to talking about Modern Art at one point. In the course of things, I mentioned a webcomic I have enjoyed for several years now that did a particularly good Modern art storyline.

So i give to you Absurd Notions, by Kevin Pease.


Read this page, and the next few pages to get the whole storyline. He was at AC last year, and I was able to buy his book. Quite a nice fellow. Enjoy.
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That's right, Heathen City has a 6-page preview comic coming out. And with it, a special Heathen City Condom. I figured I should post about it, since I'm going to FC this weekend.

I'll be flying in on Thursday evening, landing at around 11pm, and leaving on Monday morning at 10:30am. I'll be on the same flights as [livejournal.com profile] fuzzwolf even though we bought our tickets at different times.

You will often be able to find me in the dealer's room with Fuzz, working at the table labeled FurPlanet Comics on the FC website. That's table 35 on the dealer's room map.

We'll have FurNation #9 with me, plenty of Bad Dog Books stuff, Heathen City promos such as the 6-page preview that'll let you see what some of the finished art looks like, t-shirt and even Heathen City condoms! We'll also have a small assortment of our other comics, and I'll have copies of my book, The Hero. And i'll be very happy to sign one if anyone wants me too.

And in an interesting twist, since this was all so last minute, Fuzzwolf has a whole room to himself tht he can fill up with people. So, if anyone wants to share space in the main hotel, let me know and you might be able to get in his room. The only problem is that the room isn't for Sunday night so you'll either have to find some crash space on the last night. Hopefully, the hotel will allow him to extend the stay by one evening.

This will be my first FC, and I'm really looking forward to it.
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The website has been updated. New chapter and some holiday wishes for all.
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So, I might be going to FC, because really the tickets for aur fare are still cheap right now, and I'd really like to get to hang out with Alex Vance and the guys from Bad Dog Books.

Trouble is.... The hotels are definitly over sold at this point and I don't know of anyone with a spare spot. Anybody got room in their room for another wolf?
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That was the title of my father's email, which i provide to you in all its horrible glory here:

Dad: Got this forward to me from Clay - surprised?

Last weekend I put an exhaust fan in the ceiling for my wife's grandfather. While my wife's brother and I were fitting the fan in between the joists, we found something under the insulation. What we found was this:

A JC Penney catalog from 1977. It's not often blog fodder just falls in my lap, but holy hell this was two solid inches of it, right there for the taking. I thumbed through it quickly and found my next dining room set, which is apparently made by adding upholstery to old barrels:

Also, I am totally getting this for my bathroom:

There's plenty more home furnishings where those came from, however I'm not going to bore you with that. Instead, I'm going to bore you with something else. The clothes.

The clothes are fantastic.

Here's how to get your ass kicked in elementary school:

Just look at that belt. It's like a boob-job for your pants. He probably needed help just to lift it into place. The belt loops have to be three inches long. And way to pull them up to your armpits, grandpa.

Here's how to get your ass kicked in high school:

This kid looks like he's pretending to be David Soul, who is pretending to be a cop who is pretending to be a pimp that everyone knows is really an undercover cop. Who is pretending to be 15.

Here's how to get your ass kicked on the golf course:

This "all purpose jumpsuit" is, according to the description, equally appropriate for playing golf or simply relaxing around the house. Personally, I can't see wearing this unless you happen to be relaxing around your cell in D-block. Even then, the only reason you should put this thing on is because the warden made you, and as a one-piece, it's slightly more effective as a deterrent against ass-rapery.

Here's how to get your ass kicked pretty much anywhere:

If you look at that picture quickly, it looks like Mr. Bob "No-pants" Saget has his hand in the other guy's pocket. In this case, he doesn't, although you can tell just by looking at them that it's happened - or if it hasn't happened it will. Oh yes. It will. As soon as he puts down his matching coffee cup.

Here's how to get your ass kicked at the beach:

He looks like he's reaching for a gun, but you know it's probably just a bottle of suntan lotion in a holster.

How to get your ass kicked in a meeting:

If you wear this suit and don't sell used cars for a living, I believe you can be fined and face serious repercussions, up to and including termination. Or imprisonment, in which case you'd be forced to wear that orange jumpsuit.

How to get your ass kicked on every day up to and including St. Patrick's Day

Dear god in heaven, I don't believe that color exists in nature. There is NO excuse for wearing either of these ensembles unless you're working as a body guard for the Lucky Charms leprechaun.

In this next one, Your Search For VALUE Ends at Penneys.

As does your search for chest hair.

And this -- Seriously. No words.

Oh wait, it turns out that there are words after all. Those words are What. The. F*ck. I'm guessing the snap front gives you quick access to the chest hair. The little tie must be the pull tab.

Also, judging by the sheer amount of matching his/hers outfits, I'm guessing that in 1977 it was considered pretty stylish for couples to dress alike. These couples look happy, don't they?

I am especially fond of this one, which I have entitled "Cowboy Chachi Loves You Best."

And nothing showcases your everlasting love more than the commitment of matching bathing suits. That, and a blonde girl with a look on her face that says "I love the way your junk fights against that fabric."

Then, after the lovin', you can relax in your one-piece matching terry cloth jumpsuits:

I could go on, but I'm tired, and my eyes hurt from this trip back in time. I think it's the colors. That said, I will leave you with these tasteful little numbers:

Man, that's sexy.
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When it comes to 9/11, I have always been a bit slow on the uptake.

Back in 2001, I didn't find out the attacks were happening until late in the morning. It was a weekday, I had class, and I walked from my apartment across campus without ever turning on the news. It was all happening and I had no idea. On the campus of my college in Dallas TX, everything was normal.

In the parking lot, I passed a man parked in his car who was listening to the radio. He was had stopped in the act of climbing out of his car, door hanging open as he listened to the news. If could hear the radio vaguely, but not the words. I was struck by how odd that was. The man had just stopped getting out of the car, and listened to the radio. I walked on to class without finding out why. That was about the time the first plane hit, and the news was just breaking. He was listening to the first reports.

Half an hour later class started, and the last person who came into my computer architecture class told us the first tower had been hit. We waited around, not sure what to do. We didn't know at the time it was anything but a horrible accident. The teacher arrived and we had class like normal. By the time I got back to my apartment and turned on the news, the first tower had collapsed, the second was falling, and the world had changed when I wasn't watching.

Since then so many things have happened. I watch the initial bombing of Baghdad live in the C5 honors lounge, and the world has turned many times.

Today, I was forcefully reminded of 9/11 in a way that no memorial service or moment of silence could do. I drove to work normally. I listened to the news, and ignored the pompous speech some senator was giving on Iraq. I got into the elevator with my boss, and casually asked her how she was this morning. She replied, "Solemn and reflective." I was struck, for a moment, by how odd that was as a response. I had expected the routine answer of "Good, good."

When she asked me how I was, I thought for a moment and said, "I'm just glad it isn't raining today." It had been raining buckets the day before, and I was just glad to be getting to my desk without getting wet. I had no idea what day it was. I had been listening to the news on the way to work, the damn news in my own, and not once during that live press conference NPR was broadcasting did the words 9/11 get used. Or New York. Nothing.

I remembered what day it was when I opened my email and found a reminder about the moment of silence. It had already passed me by unnoticed, just like the attacks had first done.

I came late to remembering 9/11 today. I wish the world could forget as easily.
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I have been Declared Stickdevil's Giantest fan... and he basicly dared me to post that so there it is.

So much good porn at AC... so much. Love it
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That is the offical first year milage of my 2006 Toyota Corrolla. I purchased it July 4th, 2006, and in the last year I put 8401 miles on it. It's been an awesome car, head and shoulders above any car I've driven before, and I really love it.

Now.. i just need to ruin its nice white finish with bumper stickers.

Tommarow? AC Oh my god, AC, i so want it to be now. But first! Packing.

Go buy my book! http://furplanet.com/shop/item.asp?itemid=283
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That's right folks! I've finally finished it and my first full length novel, The Hero, will be appearing at Anthrocon 2007 at the Furnation table. I will be signing the book at AC, and if you can't make the convention you can order a copy from Furplanet, or from Bad Dog Books, the fine folks who are publishing the book for me.

If you can't make it to AC, just click the picture below and you can order a copy today!

I want to thank Osfer a great deal. Without him this would not be possible at all.

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So! While I've been planning all year to go to AC, my current travel plans have really fallen apart. Friend from overseas? Can't come. Room? Reshuffled, but found. Plane fair? I was gonna drive! But now, I've got nobody to drive up there with, and frankly I'm not putting 2400 miles on my car alone.

So, my dilemia is this: Plane fair is much, much cheaper if i get there on the 4th and leave on Tuesday the 10th. Is anybody going to AC and arriving on the fourth that has floor space where I could crash for a single night? Or leaving on the 10th and willing to let me crash a bit there? I'd happily pay a portion of the room cost. Or if somebody just wants to get there early, or stay late, and hang out with me, let me know! I'd love that.

If you have no clue what I'm babbling about, just ignore this :)


Apr. 30th, 2007 09:24 pm
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If you didn't watch Heroes live tonight, then you have freaking missed out on an SERIOUS EVENT.

Must download and watch again....
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Because Regi did it, I'm gonna do it too.

Yep, it's a meme... but its a cool one. So everybody go thru the questions and see what you think.

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*snickerS* because it amused me...

What kind of God are you?
Favourite Color
You earthly time was spent "Laying" with the sons and/or daughters of men for hours... and days... and weeks...
Your throne is A great mountain wreathed in silver cloud, attended by angelic beings of light, arced with lightning and bathed in glory
You wear A humble tunic and robes, belying your inestimable supernatural powers just waiting to shatter the woes of Creation
Your Godly superpower is Complete dominance and sovereignty over time and space and the infallible right to do with both as you please
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