Yes, I know, it’s Summertime, but in my own mind’s forge of creation it’s more like late fall. Things are slowing down the way they do every year about this time. With Summer comes sombulance and with that comes sloth and all sorts of bad habits, particularly for one such as I that aspires to […]Read more "The Autumn of Creativity…"
It’s getting harder and harder to find out of the way places to go completely off the grid. I was surprized to find that I had useful service inside the park, as my imperfect memory remembered good voice service but terrible data service. Mather Lodge of course has good WiFi, but this park has lots […]Read more "Petit Jean State Park"
One of the cafes near the site of Further Confusion is a quaint little hamburger joint called Johnny Rockets. I enjoy the their simple menu and 50’s era decor. The personal touch of squeezing a ketchup smiley for every table when the server greets you They are used to the masses of furries that descend […]Read more "Memories of Magic past: Further Confusion 2011 — Jonny Rockets"
The recent buzz around Healthy-Not-Nuts Midwest FurFest adventure going viral has me reminisicing about times past. The older I get, the more of these little tidbits of living I hold onto, and the more I want to share them with others. Your the victim today, so smile and nod in all the right places now. […]Read more "Memories of magic past — Further Confusion 2012"
Dear Healthy not Nuts, You have had your little blog post go completely viral due to the awesome power of respect, kindness, and willingness to recognize someone that has just “done things right” that exists in the best places within the Furry Fandom. I’ve read the squees of joy from your replies to comments, and […]Read more "And the furry fandom makes someone’s day…"
this article was originally published in the Further Confusion 2014 Conbook. Since the topic of Fursuit etiquette is making the rounds again I thought it fitting to republish it in my blog. It was dark, hot, and the world around me was muted softly. I could feel my breathing and hear my pulse. Blacklights spread […]Read more "Why Fursuit…"
My stay in the hospital was not that long, only two and a half days. But after being released, Mother and I stayed in Roanoke another five days before we were finally able to finalize my affairs there, and obtain a flight home. The first order of business was a real cuppa Joe at a […]Read more "The Dangers of Living Part 3: Packing out, shipping out."