That's right, it's that time again again
Posted a year agoI'm one year older uwu
It's that time again.
Posted 9 years agoI'm 26 now.
In Other News
Posted 10 years agoI had a great birthday, thanks to everyone that wished me well, you guys are grand. <3
Birthday
Posted 10 years agoIt's my birthday, I'm 25 now.
October
Posted 10 years agoIt's not orctober because it's tanooktober because my birthday is on the 10th and that's that
Welp
Posted 10 years agoAll I do is favorite porn on here anymore. Anyone I want to contact is already in my private IMs or IRC or some shit.
Why do I even have this thing? I don't really like the community at all.
Why do I even have this thing? I don't really like the community at all.
Developments
Posted 11 years agoWhile I'm not leaving, as I find observing the clusterfuck that is this site's ongoing limp to the bottom to be a prime source of entertainment, you may find more fruitful endeavors and actual posts by me in the future at Weasyl. https://www.weasyl.com/~garr Seriously I'm on almost every site by now just because I get bored and sign up for these things.
Please don't discuss the shitstorm in this journal's comments, though.
Here's some music to listen to if you're gonna sit on the fence like me and watch.
Please don't discuss the shitstorm in this journal's comments, though.
Here's some music to listen to if you're gonna sit on the fence like me and watch.
Dear FA Species Categorization...
Posted 11 years agoDoes this look fucking exotic and mythical to you?
What about this?
Or this?
God fucking dammit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raccoon_dog More info in case you're still not convinced.
Edit: http://www.heytanuki.com/wp-content.....2/taakuinq.png ALSO KNOW THIS BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T GET IT
What about this?
Or this?
God fucking dammit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raccoon_dog More info in case you're still not convinced.
Edit: http://www.heytanuki.com/wp-content.....2/taakuinq.png ALSO KNOW THIS BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T GET IT
In Other News...
Posted 11 years agoMy birthday was great, thanks to everyone who wished me well. :3
Don't forget, the Minecraft server I co-run is open to the public now over at http://draccyserv.com ! If you wanna join up, remember to read the rules, and use the big 'become a member' button!
In other other news, Escape Goat is a great little game on Steam, and it's cheap and you should get it.
Don't forget, the Minecraft server I co-run is open to the public now over at http://draccyserv.com ! If you wanna join up, remember to read the rules, and use the big 'become a member' button!
In other other news, Escape Goat is a great little game on Steam, and it's cheap and you should get it.
Birthday!!
Posted 11 years agoI'm one year older now!
Birthday!?
Posted 11 years agoWhy am I so anxious about my birthday on the 10th? That's weird.
Oh yeah and my birthday is gonna be on the tenth. Shower me in affection I guess.
Oh yeah and my birthday is gonna be on the tenth. Shower me in affection I guess.
Do you like Minecraft?
Posted 11 years agoIf so, 
draconicus and I have been running a server for 3 years.
Why is this important? Because we're finally opening it up to the public. All you need to do is go here: http://www.draccyserv.com/ and read the rules, follow the instructions and sign up using the sign up form. I hope to see more people on now that it's opened to the public; everyone's welcome!
Seriously though, read the rules, we may be friends but if you break one I will yell at you.
draconicus and I have been running a server for 3 years.Why is this important? Because we're finally opening it up to the public. All you need to do is go here: http://www.draccyserv.com/ and read the rules, follow the instructions and sign up using the sign up form. I hope to see more people on now that it's opened to the public; everyone's welcome!
Seriously though, read the rules, we may be friends but if you break one I will yell at you.
Hey look it's one of those form things
Posted 11 years agoTaken from a number of my friends. :B Just answer the form in the comments.
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you love me?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why.
6. Describe me in 1 word.
7. What was your first impression of me?
8. Would you hug me?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. Are you gonna put this in your journal and see what I say about you?
13. Would you meet up with me?
14. Do you enjoy having me as a friend?
15. Would you spend some quality time with me?
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you love me?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why.
6. Describe me in 1 word.
7. What was your first impression of me?
8. Would you hug me?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. Are you gonna put this in your journal and see what I say about you?
13. Would you meet up with me?
14. Do you enjoy having me as a friend?
15. Would you spend some quality time with me?
Steam Summer Sale
Posted 11 years agoIt never lasts long enough, and now I have a gigantic backlog of games to slog through.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Looking back is strange.
Posted 11 years ago13 is a weird age.
It really is. An odd number, a decade later you'll look back on it, and it'll feel like there's the whole world between you then and you now. That age where you start rebelling against your parents, stop doing all the innocent little twee shit you did when you were 8, or 10, or even 11. The big 1-3. Still 'a good kid', but starting to show 'problems'.
Teachers want to give you meds because finishing your tests first and fidgeting is 'hyperactive behavior', despite sleeping in class all the time. Your parents want to know why you're sleeping in class, and you don't know the meaning of the word 'insomnia', so you start to blow the question off. Change the subject. Tell them to shut up.
Parents. They've been fighting for a while; problems with the house, finances are faltering, cars keep breaking, Mom's quit her job because she has 'headaches' all the time. She's popping migrane tablets like candy, doesn't know it'll kill her 5 years down the line. Dad got laid off because his boss killed himself, then from his second job for the same reason. He's a not-trucker now.
All you care about is it's another black mark against you at school; you can't say your Dad's a trucker. He not, quite. He's the stupid little car with the stupid little 'OVERSIZE LOAD' sign. An escort. You can't say your Dad's an escort of any kind.
Not in school.
Not at this age.
The fighting's routine now. You don't hide behind the couch anymore, you don't yell at them to stop, you just lock yourself in the TV room, with your shitty wireless keyboard. That shitty, inreliable, battery-gobbling IR-operated piece of plastic garbage that connects you to roleplaying chatrooms on WebTV's ChatFirst IRC Network. You don't know what any of that means yet, you just know it lets you escape it. Lets you pretend to be someone else.
Lets you pretend you have friends.
Then your step-brother shows up. Everything calms down; Mom hasn't seen him in years, and Dad hopes his presence will calm her down. He doesn't know what's about to come. Nobody does. Nobody knows how Step Brother is going to ruin everything.
Three months pass and you're still 13 and now you're living in the TV room. Your room is full of storage and Step Brother has your bed. You've got a cot in the book-filled TV room. Surrounded by Stephen King and JRR Tolkein and a handful of cheap dime-store romance novels that you don't know are romance novels. It's all right. Reading is great.
You love reading. Redwall is your favorite book series, after all.
Mom wakes you up. You're 13 and your birthday is a month away and then she says the magic words.
"The van's broken down. Get your stuff, we're going to live with your Step Brother's fiancee." she says. You're flabbergasted, but too asleep to realize what this means. Too young to realize the end of all things when you see it. Too excited about new experiences to care to think about it all. Too jaded by the fighting and the broken plumbing and the kids at school to NOT want to get away from it all.
Hazleton is a different place.
You're 14 and you're puking into a garbage can, because Step Brother's fiancee's daughter, twice your age, made some horrible Iranian stew that smelled like carrots and ranch dressing. You have the flu and now the stew is all over the parlor, where you sleep. You will never be able to go near ranch dressing again.
You're 14 and you've made a friend. He's crude. He's striding down the broken-down streets(you don't want to use the word 'ghetto' because you're not sure what it means but Mom calls Hazleton a ghetto all the time), singing a song about fucking somebody's mother until pussy juices run everywhere. You don't think about it too much.
You're 14 and sitting in the principal's office like usual, only there's a policewoman here. It's not like back in the Development. A scuffle in school is a big deal down here. She scares you half to death. You get away with a warning.
The kid who tried to stab you with the sharpened stump of a pencil doesn't return to class like you do.
You begin to wonder why you thought this was a good idea.
You're 14 and it's late winter and you're visiting Dad for Christmas and everything is almost normal. Mom's here, after all, Mommy and Daddy just needed some distance, they're cool now.
You believe her. You have to. Step Brother's fiancee kicked you both out. They stole your N64, your PSX, and somehow you don't care.
You care more about your cat. They stole your cat, your most solid of friends from an age you can't remember.
You'll always hate Step Brother and won't realize it for several years.
You're 14 and Mom and Dad are talking. It's worse than the fighting in the end; Mom's moving away. She loves another man. Dad's okay with it. They're talking about what to do with you.
You get to choose.
You choose to go with Mom in a blink. You're stupid, you're young and she always played video games with you and made good food. You never noticed when Dad cooked, you took Dad's insistence on Boy Scouts and Church and Youth Activities he was the head of was his attempts at bonding with the New, Improved Teenage You.
You choose poorly.
Mom's boyfriend reminds you of Comic Book Guy. He stands 6'4" and wears nothing but shirts torn into wife beaters. His house is super cool; it's covered in swords and chainmail. He likes D&D. He likes video games. He teaches you about computers, and everything is okay.
But you're 15, and he's Authority.
You're 15, he's Authority, and you make lots of friends in the suburb you now live in. Life is good, until he beats you with a spatula for being 'a little fuck'. Until he makes you stand in the kitchen copying a book word-for-word because you're 'being a little shit'. Until he locks you in your room and makes you toil all Christmas break week breaking up a sidewalk and carrying the bits to the backyard.
You're 15, he's Authority, you're A Little Shit and Mom and Comic Book Guy are fighting.
Then he delivers an ultimatum to Mom; either he goes, or you go.
A week later you're getting on a plane with your meager possessions. You're mad. You'll never forgive her, not until you've grown up and it's far too late. She spent so much time fighting the opinions of the kids, of the teachers. You aren't like Step Brother or Half-Sister or Step-Sister-Who-Died, you're The Golden Boy, you're Going To Succeed.
Now you're on a plane. She kicked you out to live with Dad so she could stay with a man that smells like sweat, eats raw ground meat and acts like a giant manchild.
The bitterness is already setting in.
You're 15 and you arrive at your Dad's.
You're 15 and this was a great idea. Dad's Authority, you fight as a son and father only can, but you also bond.
He begins to tell you of his past. A history of comedy. An improv group Back Home. He was in a movie. He picks up the guitar again and sings you old parody songs he wrote.
"Swing Low, Sweet Chevrolet"
That's the only one you'll remember a decade from now. You're 15 and you only half-care. It's not 'cool' to care too much about your corny old Dad's stuff.
But you still love him. He's your Dad.
You're a furry by now.
You're 15, you're learning to play guitar, you're making friends on the internet who understand you, you love your Dad and you're a furry. What do you tell him? How do you tell him? You also think you might like dudes.
You start to notice other guys.
You're 16 and Dad's dating. He met a nice lady at church; you don't hate her. She's cool. Her son is okay, obnoxious as only a 13 year old can be to a teenager.
You're 16 and this 13 year old is annoying. School is shit but you don't let any of it get you down. For the first time since you were 8, things feel good. You stay up too late to play computer games, but nobody grills you on it.
You're 16 and they're marrying. Dad and Lady. You'll never learn to call her Step Mom for almost a decade.
It'll be too late by then.
You're 16 and having your first sexual experience in your room. You're confused. It's supposed to be the best thing ever, but it was just some touching and kissing and was fun but you'd prefer to be playing video games or something.
You've just turned 18, and you're gearing up to go to your first 'furry convention'. It's going to be a blast.
Your best friend is going to drive you. There was some awkwardness in the past but you're going to have the best time of your life. Your father will die when you get back. He was taken to a hospital, a stroke. The hospital screwed up and a clot got to his brain.
You don't remember that year very well. You don't remember the ensuing storm of hate and rage and crying and sadness very well either.
Looking back is hard, it's depressing and strange. Some things are crystal clear, others have been clouded by the years. None of it feels like it makes sense.
It really is. An odd number, a decade later you'll look back on it, and it'll feel like there's the whole world between you then and you now. That age where you start rebelling against your parents, stop doing all the innocent little twee shit you did when you were 8, or 10, or even 11. The big 1-3. Still 'a good kid', but starting to show 'problems'.
Teachers want to give you meds because finishing your tests first and fidgeting is 'hyperactive behavior', despite sleeping in class all the time. Your parents want to know why you're sleeping in class, and you don't know the meaning of the word 'insomnia', so you start to blow the question off. Change the subject. Tell them to shut up.
Parents. They've been fighting for a while; problems with the house, finances are faltering, cars keep breaking, Mom's quit her job because she has 'headaches' all the time. She's popping migrane tablets like candy, doesn't know it'll kill her 5 years down the line. Dad got laid off because his boss killed himself, then from his second job for the same reason. He's a not-trucker now.
All you care about is it's another black mark against you at school; you can't say your Dad's a trucker. He not, quite. He's the stupid little car with the stupid little 'OVERSIZE LOAD' sign. An escort. You can't say your Dad's an escort of any kind.
Not in school.
Not at this age.
The fighting's routine now. You don't hide behind the couch anymore, you don't yell at them to stop, you just lock yourself in the TV room, with your shitty wireless keyboard. That shitty, inreliable, battery-gobbling IR-operated piece of plastic garbage that connects you to roleplaying chatrooms on WebTV's ChatFirst IRC Network. You don't know what any of that means yet, you just know it lets you escape it. Lets you pretend to be someone else.
Lets you pretend you have friends.
Then your step-brother shows up. Everything calms down; Mom hasn't seen him in years, and Dad hopes his presence will calm her down. He doesn't know what's about to come. Nobody does. Nobody knows how Step Brother is going to ruin everything.
Three months pass and you're still 13 and now you're living in the TV room. Your room is full of storage and Step Brother has your bed. You've got a cot in the book-filled TV room. Surrounded by Stephen King and JRR Tolkein and a handful of cheap dime-store romance novels that you don't know are romance novels. It's all right. Reading is great.
You love reading. Redwall is your favorite book series, after all.
Mom wakes you up. You're 13 and your birthday is a month away and then she says the magic words.
"The van's broken down. Get your stuff, we're going to live with your Step Brother's fiancee." she says. You're flabbergasted, but too asleep to realize what this means. Too young to realize the end of all things when you see it. Too excited about new experiences to care to think about it all. Too jaded by the fighting and the broken plumbing and the kids at school to NOT want to get away from it all.
Hazleton is a different place.
You're 14 and you're puking into a garbage can, because Step Brother's fiancee's daughter, twice your age, made some horrible Iranian stew that smelled like carrots and ranch dressing. You have the flu and now the stew is all over the parlor, where you sleep. You will never be able to go near ranch dressing again.
You're 14 and you've made a friend. He's crude. He's striding down the broken-down streets(you don't want to use the word 'ghetto' because you're not sure what it means but Mom calls Hazleton a ghetto all the time), singing a song about fucking somebody's mother until pussy juices run everywhere. You don't think about it too much.
You're 14 and sitting in the principal's office like usual, only there's a policewoman here. It's not like back in the Development. A scuffle in school is a big deal down here. She scares you half to death. You get away with a warning.
The kid who tried to stab you with the sharpened stump of a pencil doesn't return to class like you do.
You begin to wonder why you thought this was a good idea.
You're 14 and it's late winter and you're visiting Dad for Christmas and everything is almost normal. Mom's here, after all, Mommy and Daddy just needed some distance, they're cool now.
You believe her. You have to. Step Brother's fiancee kicked you both out. They stole your N64, your PSX, and somehow you don't care.
You care more about your cat. They stole your cat, your most solid of friends from an age you can't remember.
You'll always hate Step Brother and won't realize it for several years.
You're 14 and Mom and Dad are talking. It's worse than the fighting in the end; Mom's moving away. She loves another man. Dad's okay with it. They're talking about what to do with you.
You get to choose.
You choose to go with Mom in a blink. You're stupid, you're young and she always played video games with you and made good food. You never noticed when Dad cooked, you took Dad's insistence on Boy Scouts and Church and Youth Activities he was the head of was his attempts at bonding with the New, Improved Teenage You.
You choose poorly.
Mom's boyfriend reminds you of Comic Book Guy. He stands 6'4" and wears nothing but shirts torn into wife beaters. His house is super cool; it's covered in swords and chainmail. He likes D&D. He likes video games. He teaches you about computers, and everything is okay.
But you're 15, and he's Authority.
You're 15, he's Authority, and you make lots of friends in the suburb you now live in. Life is good, until he beats you with a spatula for being 'a little fuck'. Until he makes you stand in the kitchen copying a book word-for-word because you're 'being a little shit'. Until he locks you in your room and makes you toil all Christmas break week breaking up a sidewalk and carrying the bits to the backyard.
You're 15, he's Authority, you're A Little Shit and Mom and Comic Book Guy are fighting.
Then he delivers an ultimatum to Mom; either he goes, or you go.
A week later you're getting on a plane with your meager possessions. You're mad. You'll never forgive her, not until you've grown up and it's far too late. She spent so much time fighting the opinions of the kids, of the teachers. You aren't like Step Brother or Half-Sister or Step-Sister-Who-Died, you're The Golden Boy, you're Going To Succeed.
Now you're on a plane. She kicked you out to live with Dad so she could stay with a man that smells like sweat, eats raw ground meat and acts like a giant manchild.
The bitterness is already setting in.
You're 15 and you arrive at your Dad's.
You're 15 and this was a great idea. Dad's Authority, you fight as a son and father only can, but you also bond.
He begins to tell you of his past. A history of comedy. An improv group Back Home. He was in a movie. He picks up the guitar again and sings you old parody songs he wrote.
"Swing Low, Sweet Chevrolet"
That's the only one you'll remember a decade from now. You're 15 and you only half-care. It's not 'cool' to care too much about your corny old Dad's stuff.
But you still love him. He's your Dad.
You're a furry by now.
You're 15, you're learning to play guitar, you're making friends on the internet who understand you, you love your Dad and you're a furry. What do you tell him? How do you tell him? You also think you might like dudes.
You start to notice other guys.
You're 16 and Dad's dating. He met a nice lady at church; you don't hate her. She's cool. Her son is okay, obnoxious as only a 13 year old can be to a teenager.
You're 16 and this 13 year old is annoying. School is shit but you don't let any of it get you down. For the first time since you were 8, things feel good. You stay up too late to play computer games, but nobody grills you on it.
You're 16 and they're marrying. Dad and Lady. You'll never learn to call her Step Mom for almost a decade.
It'll be too late by then.
You're 16 and having your first sexual experience in your room. You're confused. It's supposed to be the best thing ever, but it was just some touching and kissing and was fun but you'd prefer to be playing video games or something.
You've just turned 18, and you're gearing up to go to your first 'furry convention'. It's going to be a blast.
Your best friend is going to drive you. There was some awkwardness in the past but you're going to have the best time of your life. Your father will die when you get back. He was taken to a hospital, a stroke. The hospital screwed up and a clot got to his brain.
You don't remember that year very well. You don't remember the ensuing storm of hate and rage and crying and sadness very well either.
Looking back is hard, it's depressing and strange. Some things are crystal clear, others have been clouded by the years. None of it feels like it makes sense.
Animal Crossing 3DS Friend Code
Posted 11 years agoI got Animal Crossing!
Just gonna repost my 3DS friend code here, if you jerks ever wanna hang out in Burgton just give me a buzz on an IM or something~
AND GIMME YOUR FRIEND CODES DAMMIT
4270-0910-3546
Just gonna repost my 3DS friend code here, if you jerks ever wanna hang out in Burgton just give me a buzz on an IM or something~
AND GIMME YOUR FRIEND CODES DAMMIT
4270-0910-3546
Oh. TMI Tuesday
Posted 11 years agoI will respond to all questions with notes only.
Gotta stay clean.
Gotta stay clean.
AnthroCon
Posted 11 years agoI just realized I don't even know who's going this year and who's too broke by the economic downturn to make it.
Are YOU going? Let me know!
Are YOU going? Let me know!
Weird games! Lots of bullshit jabbering!
Posted 11 years agoYeah, so I've been doing this for a short while.
Decided to post a journal about it.
Fridays 7 PM to 9 PM I play weird(often old) games and talk over them here. http://www.livestream.com/garrbage
Come check it out!
Decided to post a journal about it.
Fridays 7 PM to 9 PM I play weird(often old) games and talk over them here. http://www.livestream.com/garrbage
Come check it out!
3DS Friend Codes
Posted 11 years agoMine's 4270-0910-3546
Gimme yours.
Gimme yours.
Games update!
Posted 11 years agoI'm getting back into Minecraft, and wow, building a ziggurat without a premade guide is hard. Quartz is ever-so-wonderful though. The added light sensors kick all of the ass.
Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate is the bees-fucking-knees, me and my offline friends have been playing it local a lot, but I'd gladly play online, hit me up if you really wanna and I'll try!
Also: Get Anodyne. It's like Link's Awakening crossed with Earthbound's creeping sense of wrongness. Very nice.
Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate is the bees-fucking-knees, me and my offline friends have been playing it local a lot, but I'd gladly play online, hit me up if you really wanna and I'll try!
Also: Get Anodyne. It's like Link's Awakening crossed with Earthbound's creeping sense of wrongness. Very nice.
You ever make a mistake and feel like a massive jackass?
Posted 11 years agoIt sucks big time. Ask me questions or talk to me, I don't think I'm gonna be able to sleep tonight.
WiiU!
Posted 11 years agoHey, fuzzies.
If you have a WiiU, gimme your Nintendo ID so I can add you to my friend list.
Mine's koboldfactotum. :D
If you have a WiiU, gimme your Nintendo ID so I can add you to my friend list.
Mine's koboldfactotum. :D
RE: Weasyl
Posted 11 years agoIt went Open Beta, so I had no reason not to create an account! You can catch me at https://www.weasyl.com/profile/garr
I'll probably be no more active over there than I am over here, since I'm sort of attached to FA for nostalgia purposes.
I'll probably be no more active over there than I am over here, since I'm sort of attached to FA for nostalgia purposes.
Last Day of 2012
Posted 12 years agoAnything special happen this year for you guys?
Get FA 
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