Whew. What a couple of weeks. Wish I could have gotten this up sooner, but I've only just now gotten back to my computer.

So, once more, anthrocon came and went. I'm sure you all are quite tired of reading journals about it... Well, too bad!

My story doesn't begin in said convention, however. It begins one week prior where our cabbit-type hero made his long, dangerous, two hour in a bus, journey from northeast Ohio to Pittsburgh. For you see, this adventure was not just about the land of scritches and murrs, it was about finding employment for my sorry slacker ass. Thankfully, having lived in Pittsburgh for a while for college, I had a place to say while I attempted to get my first snort of the gateway drug into mundane existence.

Bad news: it was hot, and there was no air conditioning. So, my first week was spent being baked at 90 degrees with a dash of lemon (make sure to turn over halfway through to prevent sticking and burning).

After a week of sizzling, Anthrocon finally rolled around. I dragged my smoking carcass to the Omni, where I stayed with my partner in crime  scathelocke and a few others. All in all, the convention was fun. Got to meet some cool people (also, to  bentpropellerprod and  lodoss-12 it was good to finally meet the both of you. I wish I had the chance to chat with you both a little more than I had). In a rather out of character moment, I actually got the balls to get on stage and do some stand up at Jibba's Open Mic panel, and actually DIDN'T get the boo's I was expecting from it. Mostly, though. I spent the time drawing and socializing with awesome fellows like  Suka_husky.

Indeed, my only regrets for the con were that I didn't open up as much as I had wanted (that, and I regret that we had to leave the hotel at noon on Sunday, forcing me to drag all my luggage around the rest of the day. :<), but those are lessons learned for next year.

Of course, good times don't last forever... and in my case, they came to a sudden halt when I had to roll off of the couch at 8am on Monday morning for my first job interview. Thankfully, that went well enough. If all goes well, I may be able to continue my adventures in Pittsburgh just a little longer...

I've got some new arts and a few pictures I may throw up soon. In the meantime, though... I have some recovering to do. Allergies hit me hard this weekend, and I feel like I shoved my face into a lawnmower.

http://www.teamfortress.com/macupdate/

In during all the WAAAAAAHHHH.

That is all.

Actually, not quite! For those of you who haven't had a chance to try TF2, or would like to, the game will be free to play all weekend, and it'll be half off to purchase during that time. If you're curious in trying Team Fortress 2 out, now's the time.*

Download it, play it, enjoy it. I'll be busy being repeatedly killed.

*(Because some furry on the internet thinks his word is enough to convince anyone to buy this game.)

I'm registered for Anthrocon! :D

Stolen from  toonyk9, for the hell of it.

1. Why do you like fat/inflation?
Because I am a sick, sick man. D:

In all seriousness, though, I guess I just like the silliness of the concept, and the snuggliness of the expanded character.

2. Which is better? Fat or Inflation? And why?
I flip flop on this issue constantly. You’ll never get a straight answer out of me.

3. Would you consider your liking sexual or not?
Probably. I don’t like writing or drawing outright sexual scenes, but I guess I wouldn’t be writing this otherwise.

4. Fat/Inflated guys or girls?
I like them both, though there seems to be more variety with male characters. Most female character I’ve seen tend to be pretty cookie cutter. Though I mostly blame that on the fact that most people who write for them just want to get to the expansion, and aren’t as concerned with the inner workings of the character. I’m probably a bit of a snob in that way.

5. Do you like inflation furs who are latex or rubber instead of fur?
Not really my thing.

6.Would your character prefer fat or inflation?
How could he ever choose?

7.Opinion on slob furs.
One of my many squicks. If you like it, more power to you, but I’m not a fan.

8. Opinion on vore.
Childhood nightmares. ‘Nuff said.

9. Best type of fur to fatten or inflate?
Me! Really, I have no preference.

10. Do you like it when the inflated fur pops or the fat fur explodes?
Not at all. A little to icky for me, even with the characters who reform or otherwise survive.

11. Blueberry inflation?
A little tired of it nowadays. I never see any variation on it. You’d think some fur would sue the ever loving crap out of Willy Wonka by now.

Besides, how is it that, despite there being a gum that simulates eating an entire meal, next to no one has thought to consider the side effects of that? A gum that makes you feel like you’ve eaten about fifty meals? Count me in!

12. What is one thing you don't like about fat/inflation?
When the inflated character suddenly goes from being, understandably, concerned or afraid, then suddenly goes “OMG! THIS DOESN’T FEEL SO BAD!” Either have them like it or dislike it from start to end, or give them a logical reason to change their mind. Character development is fun!

Then again, in case you haven’t guessed by now, I also have a plot fetish.

13. Who is the best inflation/fat artist?
There’s a lot of people.  captainfurry was one of the first artists I found.  wontoonroo Is another special mention. Not only is he a great artist, but he’s one of the first people I met as a fur, and one of the people that helped me get over my bashfulness of the subject.

14. If their fursona was real, who would you most likely force feed/inflate and huggle? (not your character)
Whose fursona WOULDN’T I want to do that to?

15. Do you like fat/inflation of characters from tv shows or video games?
Of course, though I’m getting a little tired of the Krystal worship.

16. Do your non fat fur or non inflation friends mind that you're into that stuff? Or even that you're a furry?
There’s only a handful of people who know, and most of them don’t care.

17. Does your family know that you're into fat/inflation or that you're a furry?
No.

18. Do they approve of it?
Finland.

19. Do you think it's fair to call it a "fat fetish" or "inflation fetish"?
What else would you call it?

20. Would you like a cookie?
DO I!?

(***THIS LAST ONE IS FOR NON-FAT/NON-INFLATION FURS***)

21. Why are you yourself not a fat/inflation fur?

That’s sort of an odd question. That’s like a mechaphilliac asking someone why they don’t like the idea of having sex with their ‘96 Grand Prix.

As of two and a half hours ago, it is officially the year 2010. I was in the midst of celebrating the new decade, when a thought occurred to me...

According to the openings, Megaman 1 and 2 took place in the year 200X. As of those two and a half hours ago, we're officially passed any possible year that could have filled that X, and I don't see any super fighting robots.

Damn you, Capcom. Damn you and your lies. D:<

Silliness aside, though. I hope everyone's enjoying the new year so far, and I hope this new year will be good to you all.

So. The new banner is up, celebrating yet another lovely thanksgiving on Furaffinity.

And I, for one, am OFFENDED!

Here we have our beloved FA mascot, Fender, being murdered and cooked, ready to be eaten by a family of hungry furs. I find it absolutely sick that you disturbed vore fans would try and force your sick, sick fetish down the throats of everyday furries like us, who just want to look at their tripple cocked hermaphrodite tigers brutally raping three year old, technicolor raccoons without having to look at this SMUT!

I think the FA staff should be ASHAMED of themselves, and remove this immediately!

Overdone satire and playful ribbing aside, love the new banner. Also hope all you furries out there have a happy Thanksgiving. Meanwhile, being a fat fur artist, I'm legally obligated to park myself at the dinner table, and not leave until I've eaten enough to require a forklift to go home.

http://kotaku.com/5355153/sonic-ret.....new-2d-hd-game

Please don't fuck this one up, Sega. Please, oh please, oh please, oh PLEEEEAAAAAASE don't fuck this up! You were SO close with Unleashed! Don't. Fuck. This one. Up!

On the 19th, a friend of mine is holding a fighting game tournament. We're getting people from all over to join in, and so I thought I'd put up an ad on here. If you're interested, and happen to be able to reach McKees Rocks, you can find mire information in the link below.

http://forums.shoryuken.com/showthr.....d.php?t=201769

Sadly, I'm not likely to make it, myself. I have to go to Ohio for a few weeks.

Ever notice how, in a lot of expansion pictures and stories, people have managed to put helium into so many commonly used or consumed items? I've seen helium pastries, helium ice cream, helium milk, helium soda, and other stuff like that.

Not that any of that's a bad thing. Being a fan of cartoon logic, I do quite enjoy how imaginative my fellow expansionists can be when they inflate their hapless victims. I just thought I'd point it out.

*enjoys a tall glass of helium soda, while he sits in his helium recliner and listens to music from his HePod.*

It's about 3:30 am as I write this, so forgive me if my writing seems to be a little off.

Something's been on my mind lately. It's not even an issue that's all that big a deal, in the grand scheme of things. Still, I figured I'd bring it up. About time I came out of my shell.

I took up the Ziggy fursona back in 2005 as a way to do expansion related artwork, without worrying about people I knew seeing it. See, I was a paranoid little cabbit. If my peers, who often saw my Deviantart page, ever found out I was some weird sexual deviant who enjoyed cartoon animals being inflated, I'd be humiliated. So, this gave me an outlet to draw something I enjoyed, while the secrecy of the intertubes ensured my privacy to the world. And, looking back on it, I still don't regret doing that. I met all kinds of people who have similar interests. I made a handful of friends, and a large number of acquaintances who, though we may not chat as much as I'd like (I am also a shy little cabbit), I'm happy to be around.

As you can tell, I haven't been posting much. In fact, of what I have been posting, it hasn't exactly been expansion related. Has it? A lot of it's just been drawings of Ziggy in various outfits, and stuff like that. See, I have a bad habit of, whenever I make a character, I become fixated on actually fleshing them out. Ziggy's got his own personality now. Which I don't mind. If I'm going to be drawing fetish work of someone, I'd at least like it to be of a character I enjoy drawing, and coming up with stuff like this for.

But to be honest, I realized that I haven't been using this account for it's original purpose. Instead, I'm just using it to experiment with this character. And, to further drive this point home, I HAVE an account for my non-expansion related artwork, where I do plenty of experimentation with my standard characters, and even intend to put some of them to use as well. (  teo-the-otter )

So now, I have two completely different sets of characters. One created by Ziggy, your favorite inflatable cabbit, and Teo, the elastic otter of no particular popularity standings. There's been a little overlap, but ultimately, the "serious" characters to go Teo, and the expandy ones go here. But lately, I can't help but notice that I'm not exactly comfortable with what, in essence, feels like me trying to pretend these two accounts on a website are different enough entities to warrant putting such a barrier between them. Why can't Ziggy be a normal character sometimes, while one of my previously unseen 'normals' get puffed up a little?

So, I'm thinking it's time I eased up a little, and allowed for a little overlap. So, here are the options I currently have in mind.

1) Keep things the way they are. Ziggy-esque characters remain here, and vice versa, and they get to have all the expandy fun.
2) Use this account only for fetish artwork. I take nearly all of the non-expansion artwork to the other account. Rather than worry about what account fits what fictional being I decide to scribble out, I just leave it all up to the subject matter.
3) Abandon this account, and move everything to the other. Everything is mixed. Yay.
4) The classic furry way to deal with any problem: Start Drama. BECAUSE OMG U PPL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME AND MAH ARTS! I IS LEAVEN TEH FANDOM 4EVAH! BAAAAW! </sarcasm>

I dunno. Like I said. At the end of the day, none of this matters. But, hey. If I didn't take the time to voice my molehills turned mountains, this journal would never be used. So what do you think?

You now have the Ducktales theme song stuck in your head.

That is all.

Recently, I came across my roommate watching the anime Death Note. Now, I don't know much about this show, but I understand a little bit of the story. More importantly, I have the overall jist of how the titular notebook works. Write down someone’s name, and they die. Simple enough concept. Then again, there’s one more detail that makes this concept much more interesting. You can also write down how you want them to die.

Which got me thinking. Why is this Light fellow coming up with such boring ways to kill people? Burning to death in a fire? Bah. If I had a Death Note, and was willing to face the consequences of using it, I’d at least have some fun with the ways I made people shed their mortal coil.

“John Doe. Swallows his own head. Last words are ‘Hey guys! Watch this!’”

“Joe Shmoe. Puts his head up his ass and suffocates right in front of the cop giving him a parking ticket.”

“Jane Smith. Crushed under Rosie O’Donnell’s fat rolls Akira style”

“Steven McImrunningoutofnames. Dies from being crushed under a collapsing wall. Last words are “Hey! Kool Aid!”

“Bob Johnson. Cancer. Ironically enough, this manages to kill him mere nanoseconds before the woodchopper he’s being fed into can.”

I dunno. Just a thought.

Today was certainly an... interesting day.

Me and a friend, due to being complete chumps who didn't have the good mind to resister online, got up at the early, early hour of 9am to get in line. As it turns out, we may as well have stayed in bed, as it didn't even open until well after noon. So, after messing around for a few hours, and meeting up with  scathelocke, we finally got in line.

For those of you who have not attended a con, but intend to go to one in the near future, let me give you some advice...

PRE-REGISTER ONLINE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THAT IS HOLY!

We stood in line four nearly four hours, crammed together with a shit-ton of other, equally suffering, furries. Lacking arches in my feet, this was quite unpleasant. The whole time, me and a few friends engaged in some entertaining discussion, bickering, and slap-abouts. By the time it was my turn at the computer, I was ready to collapse.

After a brief rest, we went into the hotel, and joined the roomful of furries in simply hanging out. I got to do a bit of drawing, met a cool artist here and there, a few of whom I was really excited to see without a computer monitor in the way. Though I didn't speak to everyone I recognized, it was cool to see a number of them in the flesh.

After a few hours of this, and another hour of the lot of us running all over the place to find each other, the party made their way to the pre-con dance. It was there I learned something about myself.

Not only do I not know how to do the macarena, but I don't even know what to do before the part of Y-M-C-A where you do the... Y-M-C-A.

I'm a sad cabbit. :<

Of course, I've never been much for dancing. I was more content just hanging around outside, engaging in small talk and just taking in the atmosphere. Of course, tomorrow is going to have even more going on, so I'll be running myself ragged once more. Joy.

By the way. If you happen to come across a large follow with a ponytail, a black bandanna, and carrying a red messenger bag, feel free to say hi to your favorite inflatable cabbit. I currently lack a Ziggy conbadge, something I intend to take care of very soon. Instead, you can find me as  teo-the-otter

So. That being said, see all you furries tomorrow... I'm going to go comatose for a few hours.

Where are you staying?
My dorm

What day are you getting there?
Hopefully, as early as possible. We haven’t quite had that part set in stone yet.

Who will you be with?
Definitely  scathelocke, along with a non-fur friend of mine.

Do you do free art?
If I like you. Most likely.

Do you do trades?
I’m always up for a trade.

Do you do commissions?
We’ll see.

Do you have prints / CDs?
no.

Do you do badges?
I’ve never really tried.

Will you have Art in the Art Show?
I wouldn’t be cruel enough to subject people to my art on display. :p

What is your gender?
Male

How old are you?
21

Are you taken?
No, though I’ll admit I’m not exactly looking, either.

Can I talk to you?
Sure. However, I am very, very, incredibly, cripplingly shy, so I’m hard to get talking. Still, I’m always willing to meet new people, so feel free to chat. Once I get talking, it’s hard to stop.

Can I touch you?
Did I mention how shy I was? A simple hello will work. :p

Can I hang out with you?
I guess it all depends on what I’m doing.

How can I find you?
I guess saying “look for the fat guy” in a furry convention is depressingly vague. So look for the tall guy with curly, shoulder length brown hair.

An important note for those of you who know me in the Ziggy persona. I don’t know if I’ll be wearing a badge that’ll identify me as Ziggy due to simply not having one yet. If you want to find me, I’ll certainly be wearing a badge for a slightly less known fursona of mine that people around here know me as:  teo-the-otter

Other cons I may go to: I doubt I’ll be going to any others yet. I'm too poor and tied up by college to travel.

Oi. It took some doing, but after three weeks of computer deadness, we finally got my computer up and running again, so my usual (in)activity will resume shortly. Yay

On a slightly more somber note, though, not everything is peachy around here. I was just informed yesterday that my grandfather has taken a turn for the worse. We have reason to believe that he has some sort of disease that has actually attacked his immune system. He can't move well, or even speak. He's in the hospital right now, and is awaiting treatment. Earlier this month, his house also burned to the ground, and for a while, we had reasons to believe he also had a stroke. Needless to say, he's got things pretty bad right now, and it sucks that there's nothing I can do about it from here. He's getting pretty old, though, and I'm kinda starting to wonder how much longer he'll last...

But, this is a trial every family has to face, so I won't whine on here any longer.

In lighter news, I'm getting along okay in the new room, after being booted out of my old one. Everyone around here seem like good people. Sucks not having many of the old guys around, though. I've been keeping in touch with one of them who had to leave for Georgia as best as I can, but it's still a bit of a bummer not being able to see many of my old friends face to face as often as I did before. But I'm meeting new people, and things are going along okay.

I'm going to try and draw more. I'm among friends who tend to put me in the drawing mood. As a result, you might see more sketches then before.

All in all, I've felt better, but I've felt much worse.

EDIT: Oh yeah. I almost forgot. My twenty first solar rotation is on the 25th. Hooray for finally reaching legal drinking age. It's all downhill from here.

No big. Computer's on the fritz, so I won't be around until Thursday at the least, and next week at the most.

I need to get back into posting regularly here, but I just haven't been in the mood for drawing. Sure, I've been doing a lot of doodles, but nothing worth showing, and nothing expansion based enough for me to show here. Try as I might, I just have no drive to draw like I used to anymore. To add to this, I'm looking for a way to make a few bucks. Something to help me feel like anything other then a pathetic leech, freeloading off the kindness of my family.

So, I ask.

Who would be interested if I started taking commissions?

That’s right boys and girls (and the assorted in betweens of the furry fandom), I’m pissed off again. What is it this time? Well, let’s just say that this little loss of faith in humanity humorously coincides with humanity getting a sudden spike in population.

http://www.time.com/time/world/arti.....815845,00.html

For those of you who tl;dr’d that, let me cut this up into the main points.

As summer vacation begins, 17 girls at Gloucester High School are expecting babies—more than four times the number of pregnancies the 1,200-student school had last year.

In other words, seventeen high school girls decided to throw their entire livelihood away for a few minutes of pleasure. Why am I not surprised? But wait! This isn’t a story about our nations youth ruining their lives because Quarterback Ted was just that sexy, or because someone got far too drunk to care. I’m sure those stories will be touched upon in later rants when the news arises. No. These young women, our generation, the people who will be running our world in ten to twenty years have taken the old teen pregnancy story you hear on ever Very Special Episode ever to a whole new level.

School officials started looking into the matter as early as October after an unusual number of girls began filing into the school clinic to find out if they were pregnant. By May, several students had returned multiple times to get pregnancy tests, and on hearing the results, "some girls seemed more upset when they weren't pregnant than when they were," Sullivan says. All it took was a few simple questions before nearly half the expecting students, none older than 16, confessed to making a pact to get pregnant and raise their babies together.

A pregnancy pact.

A

Pregnancy

Pact.

I can actually feel the stupidity rising up from my computer screen just by reading this statement. It’s a foul odor. It’s everywhere. I can’t breathe. Get me out of here!

Alright. Enough of the drama. In all honesty, I’m not fully sure what to say on this that could properly express how much this pisses me off. This is no story about a life changing accident. This is flat out determination. A group of girls who just couldn’t wait until they could actually experience adulthood before being sure they were ready to drop a baby out from between their legs. Yeah. Real smart there, princess. We applaud your responsibility. And by “applaud” I mean “mourn” and by “your responsibility” we mean “the fact that mankind’s average intelligence has actually fallen under that of a plank of wood.”

For the love of God! I never thought I’d live to see the day when a bunch of chittery little teenage shits would actually become stupid enough to turn pregnancy into a game! These girls have no idea what they’re getting themselves into, and don’t even care. It’s just another idiotic attempt to get into the “In Crowd” because everyone whose cool has a screaming shit factory hanging off their tits.

To make an excerpt of an excerpt:

"some girls seemed more upset when they weren't pregnant than when they were," Sullivan says.

Yup. You read that right. These girls were so dead set on becoming pregnant, that they were upset because they WOULDN’T become single mothers living in a trailer park living off welfare.*

I never thought that this kind of head imploding idiocy could possibly exist outside of your average fanfiction of furry porno character.

And you wanna be really pissed off? Do you? These girls weren’t just sleeping around with the basketball team. Some of them had to get inventive with how they were going to humiliate themselves and their family.

"We found out one of the fathers is a 24-year-old homeless guy," the principal says, shaking his head.

Heeey! Don’t worry if he hasn’t been tested for STDs, or that he’ll never have the money to support you or your bastard child. Once you drop a baby from your cunt, everything will be great!

Doesn’t help that the school is stupid enough to encourage them with a nice little safety net to fall into to keep them in school.

Sex-ed classes end freshman year at Gloucester, where teen parents are encouraged to take their children to a free on-site day-care center. Strollers mingle seamlessly in school hallways among cheerleaders and junior ROTC. "We're proud to help the mothers stay in school," says Sue Todd, CEO of Pathways for Children, which runs the day-care center.

Nice job, Gloucester. Thanks for encouraging the students even more. Oh. I know! Why not hold an award for the most babys shot out in one school year? We can get rid of the football team and replace it with a national diaper changing league! If your water breaks during finals, you get bonus points!

Are you completely out of your minds!?

Here’s an idea. How about you take some of that funding out of helping these infant squirting dipshits and put some of it into educating your students about how to have responsible sex!?** These girls want to know the beauty of motherhood? Show them what it’s like for mothers outside of high school. Make them stop their lives to care for the one they created. Let them wake up at 3 a.m. to spend the rest of the night trying to make their child be quiet. Let them know the anguish of finding out that their days of youth are over. I feel no sympathy for people like this. In fact, the only people I feel sympathy for are the families of these girls who now have to deal with the fact that all their parenting has fallen on deaf ears*** and the babies that are being dropped into this world as we speak, because they don’t deserve mothers as pathetic as these.

This is Ziggy, and I’m not in the mood to end this with a cute catch phrase.

*Not that all women who get pregnant at 16 end up this way, but can you possibly imagine these girls having any sort of plausible goal in life to follow getting themselves knocked up because of an agreement?

**No. I don’t agree to sex ed that encourages people to stay virgins. All that does is keep them ignorant of the trust, so they’ll fuck up even worse when they decide to do it anyway.

***Assuming they did, in fact, do any parenting and didn’t just let their sex driven kids to run wild. If that’s the case, the whole lot of them deserve a crowbar to the cranium to see if it’s possible to get any stupider.

Let me be blunt. I don't like many movies. Not that I have anything against fine cinima, but I can never seem to find a movie that fits my taste. I seem cursed to only ever see bad movies, most movies I like being so bad that they're entertaining (Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Street Fighter, etc). When I do see a movie that is usually considered a masterpiece, I often fail to see what the fuss is about, and they just become another entry to the list of lousy cinema I had the displeasure to sit through. As such, a common catch phrase that's developed about me in recent years is "If it was a good movie, I haven't seen it."

One of my biggest dislikes in animated movies nowadays is the (over)use of 3D CGI flicks, desperately trying to milk what made Toy Story special down to its very last drop. Give me some good, old fashioned 2D animation any day. Good 3D animation is rare nowadays, as it's become more of a requirement for todays animation, rather then a stylistic choice. As such, it's rare I get excited over such a movie, and even more so when I like it.

Kung Fu Panda managed to do just that.

I won't delve too deeply into the story. Po, a clumsy panda and Kung Fu enthusiast working at a Chinese noodle shop winds up hooked by destiny and ends up being trained as the destined Dragon Warrior to stop an incoming evil. During the course of the movie, he learns important lessons about believing in ones self, gaining acceptance among your peers, and all that other mushy stuff. The plot manages to keep interesting even while it's throwing these morals at you and dragging things down a bit to do so.

The villain, who I won't spoil for you, even though you'll have him figured out within the first hour, is everything a good villain needs. He's scary, but not overly so. He has a few moments that make you chuckle. His story is both engaging enough to flesh him out, and has just the right tone that you can both root for his defeat, and still feel that twinge of sympathy as you watch him suffer and fall at the end.

The characters are alright. Po and his master Shifu being the only heroes who really get a lot of development. The cold Tigress gets expanded upon well enough, too, but the other members of the Furious Five felt like they were just kinda there, without too terribly much reason or way to move along the story. Still, in two hours, I can't exactly ask for everyones life story, so I'll let that pass.

Fighting was nice, which is pretty important about a movie about Kung Fu.It's the usual animu flashy crap, characters jumping fifty million feet in the air, demolishing everything in a single punch, rendering people immobile with a touch. Still, I enjoy watching movies with that kind of ridiculous action, and it gave me my quote for violence that I needed. The climax of the movie, especially, did a well enough job of giving its fair share of violence, but still manages not to take itself too seriously.

Visually, well. Not much to say. Every CGI movie ever. The fur details were nice. One thing I loved, though, was the 2d stuff they showed in the opening and the credits. The coloring and line work was awesome and, maybe if it was a little more animated and not as stiff, I wouldn't have minded the whole movie to look like it.

The acting was well done, although I have to admit that Jack Blacks voice was a pinch grating in the beginning. Perhapses it was just his forty five second howl of "I LOVE KUNG FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!11one" that makes me say that, though.

All in all, I enjoyed Kung Fu Panda and I recommend it to anyone looking for a nice movie to see. I'm not just saying it because it stars a big fat panda, either, ya pervert.

I have a boring summer ahead of me, so I could use a few matches on Brawl.

If anyones interested, my friend code is 0258 9994 7799

Post yours here if you're interested in a match sometime.

Because anger is fun as hell, I've compiled another list of short complaints that will effect absolutely nothing, but I'm complaining about them for I am the cabbit, and this is what the cabbit does, be-yatch.

Tay Zonday:

Good job taking a song about racism and using it to become every blinged out stereotype there is.

Supermarkets:

What is it about you that make small children go completely batshit? Five tantrums within the course of an hour long Save-a-Lot run.

Yahtzee:

Okay. You don't like Brawl. We get it already.

While we're on the subject:

Damnit, Trilby. When I push the button to make you hide against a wall in full darkness, why do guards still manage to sound an alarm?

Apologies:

If I bump into you on an elevator, don't get all huffy if I apologize. God forbid I act polite to someone.

Deviant Art:

You are not a porn site. You are not 4chan. You shall never be either one of these. Deal with it.

Inflation Stories:

I can't help but notice the occasional inflation story where the big reason everyone helps the main character get fat is because he grew up being forced to abide by unfair social standards... But, by going with this group, isn't this character just conforming to what they say he should be?

I guess the same could be said about inflation role plays in settings where your character is considered a heathen for being under a certain weight.

Final Fantasy 7:

Phoenix Down, motherfucker. If one of those can fix you being engulfed into the sun, it can fix your girlfriend having a sword in the back.

Ah. That felt good.

http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.....;ms=y&sh=y

SpasticWolf found this quiz, and it's kinda interesting to see how close the results are.

Try taking it yourself and posting the results here. May make for some good conversation.

Emos passed. I had to clean it out to make way for the burning rage. So what has me pissed off today?

Any gamer knows about Jack Thompson, the raging douchebag who has the balls to continually bother the gaming community. Actually, it’s not so much bothering as it is flat out insult and harassment. Ever since the days of Grand Theft Auto 3, he’s been a tumor on gamers everywhere. For a while, he kind of faded out. Indeed, the last I really heard of him, he got the boot out of court, because there’s something about a fifty year old cock in a suit that offends people.

That certainly wouldn’t last. So what’s he up to now?

Grand Theft Auto 4 is so close to release, you can almost taste the bullets and the unwashed hooker funk. Obviously, Jackie-boy would protest against such horrid displays of artistic freedom, so he was quick to act.

How, you ask? Lawsuits? No. Protest? No. Suicide bombing? As amusing as it would be knowing that JT or some of his followers would gladly spread themselves around a city block to hypocritically prove a point, no.

Jack sent a letter to the Take 2 Executive Chairmans mother.

http://gamerush.zoomshare.com/files.....rman_s_mom.htm

I’m not kidding.
Dear Mrs. Zelnick:
Your son, as you may know (or maybe you don’t know), is Chairman of Take-Two Interactive Software, Inc., whose most popular video games are the Grand Theft Auto murder simulator games banned in some countries but sold to children here.
Your son last week was reported to have said the following about Grand Theft Auto IV, due to be released Tuesday, April 29: “We’ve already received numerous [GTA IV] reviews, and to a one, they are perfect scores. My mom couldn’t write better reviews…” Taking your son’s thought, I would encourage you either to play this game or have an adroit video gamer play it for you. Some of the latter gamers are on death row, so try to find one out in the civilian population who hasn’t killed someone yet.
What you will see in your son’s game, if this iteration of GTA is anything like its predecessors, is incredible interactive violence aimed at police officers (whom you can shoot in the head and see the blood spray), innocent bystanders (whom you can run over with your car just for the heck of it), and of course the plentiful female prostitutes you can have sex with and then filet with a knife or stomp with your feet in order to get your money back. Experts note that the recent plethora of cop killings is caused in part by your darling son’s entrepreneurial energy. There are three policemen dead in Alabama because of Grand Theft Auto. I was on 60 Minutes about it. I hope Strauss has provided you with a flat screen tv to see the grief of the bereaved families that fills the screen.
The pornography and violence that your son trafficks in is the kind of stuff that most mothers would be ashamed to see their son putting into the hands of other mothers’ children, but, hey, your son Strauss has recently assured the world that he is “a Boy Scout, everybody knows that.” I’d love to see the merit badges that Scout Troop handed out. Is there a Ted Bundy merit badge? If so, your loving son deserves one now. It should be red and green, for obvious reasons.
With Passover having just come and gone, it is appropriate to note the following from the Old Testament, Proverbs 22:6:
“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
Mrs. Zelnick, did you train up your son, Strauss, to make millions of dollars by pushing Mature-rated video games to children? Any kid can go right to little Strauss’ corporate web site and buy GTA IV with no age verification. Strauss is even marketing the new Grand Theft Auto IV on World Wrestling Entertainment tv shows seen by millions of kids. If you trained up Strauss to do this, then shame on you.
But maybe the explanation for your son’s corporate sociopathy is to be found in Old Testament Proverb 29:15:
“The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame.”
Maybe you, Mrs. Zelnick, were so taken by your handsome son that you spared the rod and spoiled the child. That would explain why he has brought you, by the way he presently acts, “to shame.”
There’s another mother you would do well to talk to. Mrs. Crump in Alabama had a son who was a police officer. He’s now dead because a teenaged boy unwittingly trained himself to kill him on Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. She has a grief she carries every day that only a mother can know.There are other such mothers in the heartland of America whose inhabitants your son simply sees as commercial targets.
Your son, this very moment, is doing everything he possibly can to sell as many copies of GTA IV to teen boys in the United States, a country in which your son claims you raised him to be “a Boy Scout.” More like the Hitler Youth, I would say. Happy Mother’s day, Mrs. Zelnick, which this year is May 11, two weeks after your son unleashes porn and violence upon other mothers’ boys. I’m sure you’re very proud.
Sincerely, Jack Thompson

Words cannot express my rage right now.
Wait. Yeah they can.

For those of you who tl;dr’d this, fear not. For your reading pleasure, I shall now go into this letter and give it the sound thrashing it deserves point by point. Line by line.

Your son, as you may know (or maybe you don’t know), is Chairman of Take-Two Interactive Software, Inc., whose most popular video games are the Grand Theft Auto murder simulator games…

Murder simulator, eh? Let me show you something.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikiped.....a_U22_Neos.JPG

This is a Beretta U22 Neos, a semi automatic pistol. Stainless Steel. I have never used a live gun in my life, save for BBs, paintballs, and one instance of shooting a coffee can with a shotgun, so correct me if I’m wrong here. If I remember right, the process to use one of these is to load the clip into the bottom. Point the gun in the direction of the item you would like to put a hole into, both hands preferably being held onto the single handle of the gun for better satiability, and pull the trigger. By doing so, a chunk of metal is propelled out the barrel at a high speed. Keep this process in mind, now.

http://www.thegamesnews.com/wp-cont.....Controller.jpg

This is a playstation controller. Plastic. Wires. Chips. If you wished to use one of these to murder an in-game avatar, the process is much different. Using your left thumb, you must ease the joystick so that the target on the screen moves over to whatever you feel is better off dead (or, in some games, there is an auto-aiming system in which you can hold a button down and the game will do this process for you). This being done, you must push a button. By doing so, the character in front of you will take damage.
Now then. Here’s my point. Go to a firing range* Believe it or not, I would never advocate you attempt this to another man or woman. Now. Using a playstation controller, I want you attempt the process of the preparation and firing of a Baretta U22 Neos and see what happens. If my theory is correct, no bullets will be fired, the controller will likely go to pieces, and you will look like an even bigger twat.

Where’s this simulation thing coming in, again?

…banned in some countries but sold to children here.

Ooooh! So THAT’S why there Take 2 van outside the elementary school.

Let me direct you attention to this. This is a box for Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. What I’d like you to see is down in the bottom right hand corner. I highlighted it for you.

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This, Mr. Thompson, is the games ESRB Content Rating. This is how you tell what games are suitable for children or not. It’s no secret that GTA has a lot of unpleasant material. However, they are aware of the fact that children should not be witnessing these sorts of things. Thus, they helpfully suggest that no one under 17 years old should be playing this game. Indeed, all games must go through this. This is so that people can see if games have content that is unsuitable for children. The fact that this label is here clearly shows that Take 2 isn’t calling kids over to personally ensure their corruption.

In fact, once the game hits the shelves, they have no more responsibility over who gets this game. This task now falls onto the shoulder of the parent. See, parents have a bit of power over children, as they decide what games they play. If the parents are willing to show some balls to the children, they can prevent said children from getting a video game that has unpleasant material. This system is further assisted by the fact that game stores are supposed to be required to have people show IDs before they can purchase M rated games to show they are of the correct age.

But OMFG! Parents are easily breaking to the whims of their loinspawn, and game stores aren’t requiring IDs! Fair enough. Thing is, why the hell is this the problem of the game developers!? What the fuck more do you want? Does Rockstar have to deploy big burly guards to ensure no one who seem irresponsible enough can buy their game? Fuck you.

Taking your son’s thought, I would encourage you either to play this game or have an adroit video gamer play it for you. Some of the latter gamers are on death row, so try to find one out in the civilian population who hasn’t killed someone yet.

Hi. I’m a twenty year old gamer who has played everything from Mario to GTA. In fact, right now I’m living with four other people in similar shoes as I. In fact, I have friends who do the same. In fact, my friends have friends who do the same. You wanna know what we all have in common? Do ya?

None of us have a criminal record with any accusations of murder.

Surprised? You shouldn’t be. We’re actually a quite common folk. You just haven’t noticed us yet because your head is so far up your ass that you can taste your own hair. In fact, I can safely say that a notably large number of us have no record of violent crimes, shootings, stabbings, shankings, rape, flogging, or even a slight bit of genocide. It’s good to meet you, Mr. Thompson. Now please go away. You make me want to puke.

Experts…

AKA those people who get paid more each time they make someone shit themselves in fear.

Experts note that the recent plethora of cop killings is caused in part by your darling son’s entrepreneurial energy. There are three policemen dead in Alabama because of Grand Theft Auto. I was on 60 Minutes about it. I hope Strauss has provided you with a flat screen tv to see the grief of the bereaved families that fills the screen.

Holy shit! Someone managed to murder someone with a disk? Three people, at that? That’s hardcore!

The pornography and violence that your son trafficks[sic]…

You know, that puts me in the mood for some nice dirty porn. Let’s see. Gotta fire up this game… Gotta download this patch to unearth some random piece of programming that shouldn’t have been unlocked anyway… We’re gonna need another patch so we can take all those boring clothes away…

Oh yeah. This is some real steamy porn now.

…in is the kind of stuff that most mothers would be ashamed to see their son putting into the hands of other mothers’ children,

I dunno. My mom has always encouraged me to express myself in whatever ways make me happy. Well, so long as it didn’t harm anyone. From what I can see, Mr. Zelnick isn’t walking around and blasting peoples kneecaps off so he’s not hurting anyone. In fact, the only people who have been hurt so far were only done so due to a lack of responsibility of other people.

but, hey, your son Strauss has recently assured the world that he is “a Boy Scout, everybody knows that.” I’d love to see the merit badges that Scout Troop handed out. Is there a Ted Bundy merit badge? If so, your loving son deserves one now. It should be red and green, for obvious reasons.

YAY! CHRISTMAS!

With Passover having just come and gone, it is appropriate to note the following from the Old Testament, Proverbs 22:6:

“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”

Good job, Jackie boy. Thanks for taking a book made to show the world how to live peacefully and use it as a weapon to insult a mans mother.

Mrs. Zelnick, did you train up your son, Strauss, to make millions of dollars by pushing Mature-rated video games to children?

Ah. Get to your enemies by saying their mothers did a poor job raising you. Good idea.

Any kid can go right to little Strauss’ corporate web site
and buy GTA IV with no age verification.

Lex Luthor called. He wanted me to tell you “WRONG!”
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Strauss is even marketing the new Grand Theft Auto IV on World Wrestling Entertainment tv shows seen by millions of kids.

How dare he!? I want my future children to grow up in a world where they can watch large muscular men in spandex underwear hit each other in the face with chairs without this kind of filth clogging it up!

But maybe the explanation for your son’s corporate sociopathy is to be found in Old Testament Proverb 29:15:

“The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame.”

Maybe you, Mrs. Zelnick, were so taken by your handsome son that you spared the rod and spoiled the child. That would explain why he has brought you, by the way he presently acts, “to shame.”

Let’s tell your parents about this letter and see if they can sit through it without feeling ashamed.

There’s another mother you would do well to talk to. Mrs. Crump in Alabama had a son who was a police officer. He’s now dead because a teenaged boy unwittingly trained himself to kill him on Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.

I mean, damn. If he hadn’t played that game, he would never have learned how to fire a gun. A real shame.

She has a grief she carries every day that only a mother can know.There[sic] are other such mothers in the heartland of America whose inhabitants your son simply sees as commercial targets.

I saw a bit of a typo in that. Here. Let me fix that for you.

“There are other such mothers in the heartland of America
whose inhabitants I simply see as tools to further my own career as a fear mongering douche.”

Don’t you dare look down your nose at a man you claim to be using others as commercial targets. You’re doing the same, and worse.

Your son, this very moment, is doing everything he possibly can to sell as many copies of GTA IV to teen boys in the United States

Well, I guess 17+ technically is a teenager. At any rate, why is that his fault? If you want to complain about these games being sold to teenagers, talk to the ESRB. They’re the ones who put that rating there.

“a country in which your son claims you raised him to be “a Boy Scout.” More like the Hitler Youth, I would say.”

Congrats, Jack. You’ve learned how to insult others in the same way most 14 year olds on the internet can. And I’ve been calling you an idiot this whole time.

Happy Mother’s day, Mrs. Zelnick, which this year is May 11, two weeks after your son unleashes porn and violence upon other mothers’ boys. I’m sure you’re very proud.

You know, it takes a small man to say something like that to a (presumably) loving mother through a media that keeps you out of sack-kicking distance. I bet if you were face to face with Mrs. Zelnick, you wouldn’t have the guts to say half of what you’re saying here.

What little tolerance I had for that man is gone now. He can insult gamers all he wants, calling us criminals, murderers, even Nazis. We can ignore that, because we know it isn’t true. That wasn’t good enough though, was it? Harassing a woman because her son does something he doesn’t agree with. That’s just low. More so, that’s very unbecoming behavior for a man in a supposedly high position such as himself. I have never seen someone in politics willing to get so personal over something so trivial.

Jack Thompson has lost. He’s become that little annoying kid on the playground squealing “No YOU’RE stupid!” to everyone. Indeed, all he’s accomplishing with these acts is that GTA 4 will get the press coverage it got with every other installment. Sale will skyrocket, and Jack will continue to scream and bitch, only getting superficial changes done. Every cloud does have a silver lining.

This is Ziggy, your favorite inflatable cabbit, saying “OMFG! We must stop Pac Man before he corrupts out nations youth!”

Alright. I think my little emo moment has passed. Still don't know what to do with this account, but I'm starting to get in the mood to start drawing again.

As such, I come to you for help. I'm tired of my art sucking. It's time I actually try and fix it. So. Does anyone know of some techniques I can use, or tutorials I can read?

Currently, I'm trying to find a way to digitally ink my drawings that won't make everything look pixely and squiggly. Once I figure that out, the coloring will be easy. I'm also trying to develop a more cartoony style, something similar to what they had during the 90s with shows like Goof Troop and Bonkers, but I need to figure out how they made those faces look so well. Finally, I need to come up with a new design for Ziggy. Simply put, it needs a serious change.

If anyone knows how to help me with these problems, it'll be greatly appreciated.

Found the most interesting thing last week during my long journey through the internets.

http://www.angelfire.com/rpg2/d20lylat/

D20 Lylat. A Starfox RP using the D20 system. In other words, Starfox + Dungeons and Dragons.

This is the coolest thing I've seen in weeks. You need to have the Modern D20 Rulebook from what I can see, but that's no big problem.

Also, it gave me the incentive to finish this up.

http://z15.invisionfree.com/Starfox_RP/index.php?

I noticed there are next to no good Starfox RPs online*, so I decided to make my own. Toontown RP was going nowhere fast, so this seemed like a good replacement. Check it out if you enjoy barrel rolls and stating that you can't let your rivals "do that".

*(That weren't just poorly hidden yiff RPs. >:| )