First time I've seen anyone skiing down my street.

I've got 5 inches here, how much have you got?

Mm, I have something in mind. Although I'd modify it somewhat so that it ended up looking something like this:

If you could design your own theme park, what would the theme be? And what would be in it?

I'd probably go for Pet Play World - where you can do pet play for a nominal fee of £13.50. There would be a stables, a kennel area, a piggy mud area and a petting zoo. Food would be served in buckets and bowls, and the scariest ride would be a trip to the vets or the abattoir (okay, I'm making that last bit up :P).

Yag was right!

( Obligatory photo )

Also going to feel the cold as my hair has gone from mid-back length to almost nothing.

Meme!

Post a comment and I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you. (if I can remember!)
2. Associate you with something - fandom, song, color, photo, word, ETC.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

Okay, here's a meme for you:

Post a comment and I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you. (if I can remember!)
2. Associate you with something - fandom, song, color, photo, word, ETC.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

Want to know something that pisses me off even more than furs who call babyfurs paedophiles? Well...

You all remember way back when the MTV special came out that portrayed furry as just a sexual fetish, and everyone in the community got so upset about it? How about the CSI episode? Remember that? All that bad press? All that whining because "(bawwww!) it's not (just) a fetish"?

With that in mind, why the fuck are we letting furs go around telling everyone that it is just a fetish?
UKFur seems to be very guilty of this lately, as do several other "furry" websites including (rather unsurprisingly) Fchan and FurAffinity. I'm getting quite sick of references to "our fetish". No, shit-for-brains, you mean YOUR fetish. You don't dictate what everyone who calls themselves a furry gets turned on by, okay? You don't dictate what an entire community feels and believes, okay?

If you're only in it for the porn, fine, I don't give a shit, just stop telling everyone that porn is the sole reason furry exists.
Not everyone who happens to belong to the same subculture as you thinks with the same perverse mind you were born with.

I used to look upon the "burnt furs" and those calling themselves "anthro fans" and refusing to associate with furries as elitists, but you know what... Now, I just think they're sane.

I am a fan and lover of anthropomorphic and real animals.
Never before have I been more ashamed to call myself a "furry".

Sometimes I forget my Hotmail password and yet I can remember passwords for the Nimbus X-Servers that I shut down for the last time 18 years ago.

*If you do read this, please don't worry about it. There's nothing to worry about. But I do need to express this.

So the day I have been dreading for 13 years has finally arrived. Of course it was silly at the time, borne out of depression and teenage angst, but the fact that I remember the date concerns me. The fact that things have gotten so bad over the last three months concerns me even more.

I feel today is a portent, that something is going to happen in my life but I don't know what. It could be negative, it could be a reawakening, I don't know. But I believe that something is going to happen today. And that scares me.

This date has been on my mind since March 1997, when I first made the pledge to myself. Back then, I believed that I would die on this date, whether by my own means or by other causes. That fear has now dissipated but this doesn't mean that today is not monumental for me, irrespective of how silly all this may appear.

I have been thinking of this date constantly for 13 years. Early last year, in my state of happiness, I paid little attention to it. But since then, friends have died, my house was flooded and I have been forced out of my job. Things have taken a turn for the worse and the fear has crossed my mind that everything is pointing to this day.

Today I am 27 years 44 days old - the same age that my hero, Kurt Cobain, shot himself. Insignificant as it may be on the surface, spiritually it is important to me. It got me through my teenage years, and although I am far more mature now than I was at the age of 14, I have feared today for so long.

Perhaps 4 January 2010 is the day I will finally banish the depression and be happy with myself. Perhaps nothing will happen at all. The rational, irrational, superstitious and emotional parts of my brain are colliding and I don't know what to think. I guess I just have to live through Sunday and see what happens.