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General | Posted 9 years ago
Got two free key codes from AMD when I bought some graphics cards.
Game any good?
Anyone crazy about it?
They're like 60 bucks each, or that's the list price.
Worth selling to any of my friends? Would help offset what I just gave to the computer lords x3 ofc not asking 60
kitten or computer
General | Posted 9 years agogot a new kitten, and just put together a pc, which should i post first
Hollow inside
General | Posted 9 years agoI'll just leave this here.. was typing to a few of my furiends.
[Forwarded from Softie]
Like, I just confronted my mom about opening a piece of mail that explicitly said confidential.
It pertained to me filling against FedEx for damage.
When I asked her about it she repeated the question right back.
"Mom why'd you open my mail."
" I don't know why I opened it. "
Can't you give me an answer? There was no money, I don't see what you could gain from opening something not pertaining to you.
"Well, I just did."
That isn't a respectable answer and you know it.
"Well, you live under my roof. "
okay, how does that give you any right to open anybody else's property?
She was being all stuck up and... sigh like a black person with coupons. Entitled...
I don't know how to feel right now, I'm not mad because I've dealt with it before, not opening my mail but just the mindset. I don't understand her either, was she hoping to find the money?
I got my settlement from Kroger and as it turned out I did not get 8 months of backpay, instead, they gave me a settlement for 800 dollars and taxed it as well so the massive 2k amount I was lead to think I was getting didn't happen.
I mention this because I had money to "pay back" to her for helping me, my way of trying to, "own-up" as they say... I was hoping to give it to her, to see her smile and be like "this is the right thing to do, paying me when you aren't contracted to... " Well, now I didn't because of her response...
Even after typing all this I still don't know how to feel about this.
It's less than a month before college starts, I haven't saved much over the summer due to spending money not only on a PC to try and help her failing antique business go online but also buying parts for a very dear, very important individual in my life. So with the sum I just got I can now pay for 2 classes, which I'm so far behind on, to begin with.
Part of me just looks at all the things I've not done, I live with my parents, I don't have a degree, I don't own a vehicle, I work grocery... i dont feel like a failure but I look around and see what i could be, I see where i went wrong and I'm not sure i want to fix it.
Wana see me naked?
General | Posted 9 years agoJust kidding.
have a fabulous FN account now.
Watch me for a cookie, and maybe some head.
https://beta.furrynetwork.com/softie/RIP Cloud
General | Posted 10 years agoCloud was my new kitten which i posted several pictures of over the past year.
He was the kitten which took U-genes place, he would stay with me during my countless hours of gaming and lays with me while i watched anime.
He would drink from my up, Insist using me as a pillow and thought my keyboard was a good place to lay while gaming.
He disappeared back on the 9th, when my mom, whom i wish to speak poorly of but shouldn't, let him out while trying to get one of our much older cats back in.
Found him on the road, well, what was left by the Vultures that flew away.
They say we all die inside when someone you love leaves you.
Im not sure how much longer i can last.
Im a Brat x3
General | Posted 11 years agoIntro for one of my classes
General | Posted 11 years agoMost of my instructors now have everyone post a little something about themselves to an online forum, but since i cant post yet i typed it out in a document and felt like sharing it, since it does involve furries and was curious what people might say.
By little, i mean alot, teach only wanted 300 words, i think i hit 778.
Guess I’ll start this off by saying my name.
Sean, well, since there is two of us in class I’d prefer to go by the nickname, Softie. It’s a little bit of a story but I’ll explain that later. Anyway call me Softie, likely I wasn’t missed in class with the fur and tail I wear, again something I will touch on later. Since I have the name out of the way, I live in Huntsville just a small drive away, yes I do drive each day to this class, though since gas went down it is a bit easier. Been there my whole life graduating from the high school back in 11. Worked at a store called Brookshire Brothers for over 5 years before recently parting ways to focus more on my college and tech job.
Though that does not hurt much, since my parents are nice enough to help with things. Though I do have a side job, back in 2011 when I finally finished high School I was able to leave with a Computer hardware certification. Basically a computer technician, which got me started on small jobs since. When I was younger I always found computers intriguing, just having a way with them. If you see me in class ask me for a Card as I do run a small business dealing with laptops to desktops, old and new, I put life into the old for a decent price. Oh, forgot to mention, I call myself TheTigerTechnician, should explain my fur a bit if you see me.
Since I have mentioned the fur and my nickname, Softie, I’ll explain a bit. I’m part of the furry fandom, or more like a culture. Not really just a group of people, but a massive gathering of like-minded individuals that associate with animals in either an emotional or spiritual nature. While still some just find it interesting, others feel they were an animal in a past life. Or like me my fond attachment to felines led me to dream and imagine myself as one. This might sound odd at first but basically I designed myself, my sona to be, taller so as not to be looked down upon, with soft fur to hold onto a tail to sleep on. Which my tail and arm warmers you will see me with, match that of my character and if anyone is curious I can always show one of the pictures I have commissioned. I have said that it’s a massive on going culture, because not only do people have their on sona’s but there are massive conventions held globally where regular people dress up to portray themselves as they wish to be seen.
Some people find it a way to escape the real world, driven away from their friends who bother them. As I find myself often talking with other furries online, roleplaying, that is to act out interactions through words. The appeal of someone that will not judge you by your face but for who you are drives a lot to our fandom. Since you really can be anyone you wish, online. This might seem odd, but consider the looks you get from strangers or the way people talk to each other, often not something you would like. Going online to someone, to people that just wish to be held and cared for in a way that some people never find. While I know this is not real, the fact I can go online to someone that doesn’t live with me, doesn’t care how good looking or rich I am at times makes me feel wanted. I’m not really shy, to say the least, but I doubt anyone can say that there aren’t times when you wish you could talk or be with someone that cares only about who you really are.
Yes this is a bit much, but I find it easier to find compassion online then it is real life. You can hardly walk up to someone and give them a hug without something happening. But in my world, online, that happens every second, compassion is something that is lacking in today’s culture which is why my friends online, mean more to me than almost anyone I meet in life.
One of my friends said this in response to reading what I wrote since I shared it with him.
You could also say that the way we think about and personify animal characters for fiction is a way to understand certain types of people, be it for their cleverness or shyness or any other trait they have.
So it's really interesting to me that there are humans, including myself, who like to think of themselves in terms of the same animal characters we see in movies, cartoons, and books instead of in terms of what everyone else thinks normal men and women should be like ^^
The furry fandom is also associate with homosexuals since still in today’s time it’s hard for us to be accepted. Another concept that has driven most of our fandom, culture. Yes that means I’m gay, hate me or don’t. Something I accepted long ago. To end, names Softie, please call me by such. I build repair and refurbish computers.
Accept me or don’t, it wont hurt me.
See you in class.
edit had to make it a lil more, correct. from saying Yes, i am gay to well, this. Saw professor mention NOT too personal but i didnt really care x3 but still dint want to be blunt after seeing that
By little, i mean alot, teach only wanted 300 words, i think i hit 778.
Guess I’ll start this off by saying my name.
Sean, well, since there is two of us in class I’d prefer to go by the nickname, Softie. It’s a little bit of a story but I’ll explain that later. Anyway call me Softie, likely I wasn’t missed in class with the fur and tail I wear, again something I will touch on later. Since I have the name out of the way, I live in Huntsville just a small drive away, yes I do drive each day to this class, though since gas went down it is a bit easier. Been there my whole life graduating from the high school back in 11. Worked at a store called Brookshire Brothers for over 5 years before recently parting ways to focus more on my college and tech job.
Though that does not hurt much, since my parents are nice enough to help with things. Though I do have a side job, back in 2011 when I finally finished high School I was able to leave with a Computer hardware certification. Basically a computer technician, which got me started on small jobs since. When I was younger I always found computers intriguing, just having a way with them. If you see me in class ask me for a Card as I do run a small business dealing with laptops to desktops, old and new, I put life into the old for a decent price. Oh, forgot to mention, I call myself TheTigerTechnician, should explain my fur a bit if you see me.
Since I have mentioned the fur and my nickname, Softie, I’ll explain a bit. I’m part of the furry fandom, or more like a culture. Not really just a group of people, but a massive gathering of like-minded individuals that associate with animals in either an emotional or spiritual nature. While still some just find it interesting, others feel they were an animal in a past life. Or like me my fond attachment to felines led me to dream and imagine myself as one. This might sound odd at first but basically I designed myself, my sona to be, taller so as not to be looked down upon, with soft fur to hold onto a tail to sleep on. Which my tail and arm warmers you will see me with, match that of my character and if anyone is curious I can always show one of the pictures I have commissioned. I have said that it’s a massive on going culture, because not only do people have their on sona’s but there are massive conventions held globally where regular people dress up to portray themselves as they wish to be seen.
Some people find it a way to escape the real world, driven away from their friends who bother them. As I find myself often talking with other furries online, roleplaying, that is to act out interactions through words. The appeal of someone that will not judge you by your face but for who you are drives a lot to our fandom. Since you really can be anyone you wish, online. This might seem odd, but consider the looks you get from strangers or the way people talk to each other, often not something you would like. Going online to someone, to people that just wish to be held and cared for in a way that some people never find. While I know this is not real, the fact I can go online to someone that doesn’t live with me, doesn’t care how good looking or rich I am at times makes me feel wanted. I’m not really shy, to say the least, but I doubt anyone can say that there aren’t times when you wish you could talk or be with someone that cares only about who you really are.
Yes this is a bit much, but I find it easier to find compassion online then it is real life. You can hardly walk up to someone and give them a hug without something happening. But in my world, online, that happens every second, compassion is something that is lacking in today’s culture which is why my friends online, mean more to me than almost anyone I meet in life.
One of my friends said this in response to reading what I wrote since I shared it with him.
You could also say that the way we think about and personify animal characters for fiction is a way to understand certain types of people, be it for their cleverness or shyness or any other trait they have.
So it's really interesting to me that there are humans, including myself, who like to think of themselves in terms of the same animal characters we see in movies, cartoons, and books instead of in terms of what everyone else thinks normal men and women should be like ^^
The furry fandom is also associate with homosexuals since still in today’s time it’s hard for us to be accepted. Another concept that has driven most of our fandom, culture. Yes that means I’m gay, hate me or don’t. Something I accepted long ago. To end, names Softie, please call me by such. I build repair and refurbish computers.
Accept me or don’t, it wont hurt me.
See you in class.
edit had to make it a lil more, correct. from saying Yes, i am gay to well, this. Saw professor mention NOT too personal but i didnt really care x3 but still dint want to be blunt after seeing that
RIP U-gene
General | Posted 12 years agoCome this May i would have had him for just over 7 years.
After having him for 3 our vet informed us not only was he completely deaf, but also had a degenerative lower back/spine to the point he walked with a hunch and howled when you picked him up.
He lived good and love, and the vet didn't think he'd make it past 5 years let alone to almost 7.
He would sleep with me, purr and sprawl over my arm. Granted he would hide around the house most of the day, since due to his bad body he never went outside execpt for our fenced in back yard to lay in the sun. Before we got my moms dam dog that is.
Day after day he would lay on my table, try to type with my keyboard when i wasn't looking, or look at me till i gave him a cat snack.
For those that want to know what happened.
Last night, Sunday, i heard him meowing like he normally does when he wants to be found, i brought him to my room and dropped/set him upon my table, no i didn't throw him but ya know, drop a cat a few inches, he fell on his side. Nothing new till he starts howling... got myself some scratches trying to calm him. Thought he was just sore, but he would growl whem moving or if i touched him. Me and my dad didn't think to much happened, but he was like that for hours on end last night. He'd move on his own some, but when trying to lay down he'd fall awkwardly and growl. We already knew we had to take him to the vet, and we hoped for nothing major but with the way his leg just hung and was limp, it couldn't be good.
My mom to me to my college classes after they dropped the cat at the vet. Nothing more they could do as i didnt' sleep much at all, he stayed in my room and every time he moved he almost always growled making he turn the lights on in worryment.
~sighs~ last time i saw him this morning was when i put him in his cage for the vet, he licked my paw and i went back to bed letting my parents take him.
Sure we had talked of putting him down because of how old he was. One of our other cats already got kicked by a horse and lost a hindleg, but he was/is young and survived it. U-gene is amost 7 years old, he's thin and frail. He wouldnt' make it no matter how much we wanted him to. He's already deaf and has bad back.
So when my mom picks me back up from class, i already knew what she was going to say.
I ruled everything else out in my head during class
Dad okayed the vet to put him to sleep, but he didn't know any different ~ shakes~ they already put im "under" for the X-rays since he was in to much pain to move him rightly for the pics.
Dad called me on the way home asking if i wanted to help him bury my cat or for him to do it. The only thing i could say with tears is "im old enough to bury my own cat".
For those that dont know, about 6 years go one of my other cats got shot through the jaw, he survived to make it home, took him a few days though. Dad buried him while i was at school.
So I get home, he's still in the cage, wrapped up in the towel they took him in... My dad was shaking, my paws trembled as he put U-gene in an old shirt, and i set my paws, paw-warmers yall saw in one of my pics when i was holding him, with in, then wrapped him and i think i dropped a tear for each nail the gun shot into the wooden box as i sealed him in.
He now rests beside Cinnamon, my other cat that we buried.
Im sure i'll be looking at night for U-gene when i go to bed.
I'll forever blame myself for his death.
May my wings bring you safely to heaven to rest till i arrive
After having him for 3 our vet informed us not only was he completely deaf, but also had a degenerative lower back/spine to the point he walked with a hunch and howled when you picked him up.
He lived good and love, and the vet didn't think he'd make it past 5 years let alone to almost 7.
He would sleep with me, purr and sprawl over my arm. Granted he would hide around the house most of the day, since due to his bad body he never went outside execpt for our fenced in back yard to lay in the sun. Before we got my moms dam dog that is.
Day after day he would lay on my table, try to type with my keyboard when i wasn't looking, or look at me till i gave him a cat snack.
For those that want to know what happened.
Last night, Sunday, i heard him meowing like he normally does when he wants to be found, i brought him to my room and dropped/set him upon my table, no i didn't throw him but ya know, drop a cat a few inches, he fell on his side. Nothing new till he starts howling... got myself some scratches trying to calm him. Thought he was just sore, but he would growl whem moving or if i touched him. Me and my dad didn't think to much happened, but he was like that for hours on end last night. He'd move on his own some, but when trying to lay down he'd fall awkwardly and growl. We already knew we had to take him to the vet, and we hoped for nothing major but with the way his leg just hung and was limp, it couldn't be good.
My mom to me to my college classes after they dropped the cat at the vet. Nothing more they could do as i didnt' sleep much at all, he stayed in my room and every time he moved he almost always growled making he turn the lights on in worryment.
~sighs~ last time i saw him this morning was when i put him in his cage for the vet, he licked my paw and i went back to bed letting my parents take him.
Sure we had talked of putting him down because of how old he was. One of our other cats already got kicked by a horse and lost a hindleg, but he was/is young and survived it. U-gene is amost 7 years old, he's thin and frail. He wouldnt' make it no matter how much we wanted him to. He's already deaf and has bad back.
So when my mom picks me back up from class, i already knew what she was going to say.
I ruled everything else out in my head during class
Dad okayed the vet to put him to sleep, but he didn't know any different ~ shakes~ they already put im "under" for the X-rays since he was in to much pain to move him rightly for the pics.
Dad called me on the way home asking if i wanted to help him bury my cat or for him to do it. The only thing i could say with tears is "im old enough to bury my own cat".
For those that dont know, about 6 years go one of my other cats got shot through the jaw, he survived to make it home, took him a few days though. Dad buried him while i was at school.
So I get home, he's still in the cage, wrapped up in the towel they took him in... My dad was shaking, my paws trembled as he put U-gene in an old shirt, and i set my paws, paw-warmers yall saw in one of my pics when i was holding him, with in, then wrapped him and i think i dropped a tear for each nail the gun shot into the wooden box as i sealed him in.
He now rests beside Cinnamon, my other cat that we buried.
Im sure i'll be looking at night for U-gene when i go to bed.
I'll forever blame myself for his death.
May my wings bring you safely to heaven to rest till i arrive
