Fuck it. Just... fuck it.

I couldn't work there anymore. The new GM is an asshole and a bully, and threatened to have me fired over a smart-ass comment I made to an assistant manager, and call it insubordination. So I was told to either be fired or quit.

So I quit.

This man has been a terror ever since he came to the theater. People who have been working there almost as long as I had quit before I did. Drawings of mine got thrown in the trash by him. A newer employee got chewed out over having missed a point on the last Check Report, getting berated over getting us only a 99 out of 100. I've fucking had it and I can't work with it anymore.

So I sit here, newly unemployed. But fortunately, this has spurred my parents into helping get me back to art school. So, hopefully this should work out.

I may need to find another temporary job in the meantime. I'm not sure yet. We'll see how it goes.

Wish me luck.

One of my co-workers died over the weekend. I only found out about this quite recently, since I wasn't working for a couple of days.

Her name was Sharon. She had worked at the theater for a while, not as long as I had, but for a long time by the standards here. She was restricted to a wheelchair and diabetic, and yet she was energetic, friendly, and had a good sense of humor. She was pretty much restricted only to being able to work on door, but she pretty much almost always was in on time with a smile and a steamy romance novel to read during the slower periods. Saturday she was scheduled and hadn't shown up, claiming she was on her away and never called back. I had been put on the position in her absence, and ended up drawing all over the door schedule. It's kind of unsettling to think about in retrospect.

A co-worker of mine, Pat, whom I had gone to Obama's inauguration with, first told me, but it was over the phone and I thought he was telling me that some girl named Karen died, and I was wondering who the hell Karen was. And today (or yesterday, rather), I find out that it was Sharon. And my first thought was, well, shit.

Her funeral will be around 10 this morning. One of my co-workers, D'Andre, who is also restricted to a wheelchair, will be going there. I don't know how many other people I work with will be there. It just feels... odd. I suspect her death won't truly sink in for a while, since it seemed to have blindsided me. I was never really close to her, but she was always there for pleasant conversation or to patiently listen to my bitching. She and D'Andre once, on a very slow day, had a jousting contest, with their wheelchairs and brooms. D'Andre ended up chickening out while Sharon charged at him, full force. Good times.

I don't know the details of her death yet. Even D'Andre seemed fuzzy on the details. I'm sure they'll surface, in the next few days. No doubt Joy will drone endlessly about how it's such a shame that she's dead, and then change the subject about how much her life sucks or her sister's life sucks. She does turn these sorts of things into a competition, and she's always so detached from anything her remarks just ring hollow.

And while I've gone through the day fairly normal, as usual, the thought that one of my co-workers will never show up again, not because they quit or anything but because they are dead and never coming back, has been gnawing on my mind. It figures that this would happen to somebody who was pretty awesome, too. Feh.

Well, Sharon, I'll miss you. I'll miss our conversations and our jokes and your company. It's going to feel weird and empty without you around, as long as you had been here. The world could use more people like you, as cheerful and as friendly as you were. It sucks that you're gone.

Rest In Peace, Sharon. NEVAR 4GET.

So, I have been kind of slacking off about this for a bit, but Izzy and I are kind of in need of a room for Katsucon. Usually he's the one who provides the hook-ups for a room, but he's had no luck, though I suspect he is purposely trying to make me get the room because I owe him money for my trip up to NYC in December (I wrote him a check, but I didn't sign it so he can't cash it, so I need to do that so he can actually have his money. DERP I NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE CHECK). Out of all of you guys who are going, who might have room for two more? I can pay my share for sure, and I have no problem sleeping on floors or ottomans or chairs or whatever. I've already requested off for this, so, yeah, this is kind of important. Also, since Izzy was a no-show last year, I've been nagging for him to come too.

HELP, PLZ?

So, apparently this website has been active for a couple of years now, and I only just found out about it a couple of days ago. From what I can gather, it was made by a Japanese "interactive director," who created a digital toy that pretty much allows you do draw something dancing. Bipedal things with short hair usually end up working best, but I've been playing around with it and looking at what other people have made.


The things I've made dance include
Meowthkip
Awesome Hitler
Bob
Longcat
Tacgnol
Jissouseki
Epic Fail Guy
Konota Izumi (this one doesn't work very well dancing)
A Resident
Rorschach
Monster from The Enigma of Amigara Fault
Spy Crab

More to come, should I feel like it. Mostly posting this so that I can have a place where I can have all these stupid little things all in the same place.

There are a lot of people who drew penises, stickmen and Supermans. Penises I can understand, since that's pretty much what any 13 year old boy would draw on there, as well as the stick figures (seriously, why even bother, though?) but Superman? I swear to God, I have seen like, six of them. And none of them are very good.

So today I got this lovely little gem in my inbox:

(no subject)

Stephan Walls to you - yesterday

If I were you... I would remove my name INSANE reynard from your list... its
just offensive or you are fucking moron...

Hope you have a suck Christmas, Merry Christmas! Bitch.

Apparently, somebody is still mad that I'm advertising my art on his ED page.

So, with that in mind, I wish a Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to all of my friends on the tubes, as well as a good Winter Solstice, Kwanzaa, Fish Day, Drink-Your-Neighbor's-Urine Day, and whatever the hell you guys celebrate.

P.S. I was up in NYC visiting Izzy about a week ago. Shit was SO cash.

So, Straitfox from FurfagAffinity apparently seems to be in Hyper-Defensive mode, as a conversation between me and Jock-Nerd_Hybrid on our own shout boxes prompted him to send me angry emails, saying how he TOTALLY HAS NOT BEEN BANNED, YOU GAIS.

Immediately after responding to him, I got this IM:

( LOL WUT )

I got into my first car accident on my way home from work tonight. I've damaged my car before, but I had taken some pride in that in the two years since I had gotten my license, I had no collided with another moving vehicle. Some inanimate objects, yeah, but no cars.

After work, I went to go my usual route home, going up York Road north, but it was blocked off by a police car. I turned around and went up to go onto 83, but there's an intersection I had to drive through. I had lost focus, and it was dark and the road was slick, and suddenly I found myself driving through a red light and slamming on the brakes while my right side clipped the back end of a black pick-up truck.

I panicked, and pulled over, putting my hazards on. The first car I ran up to turned out to be one I didn't hit, and I was nervous and jittery and I could here cars honking all over the place. There were four people in the truck, the driver was a young woman who also apparently never had an accident before. She suggested I drive up to where she was, but this would involve me driving around in a circle to get to her. We ended up pulling up by an Outback Steakhouse within the shopping center where the movie theater I work at is. Information was exchanged, and everyone there was very polite to me and tried to reassure me that it was okay. They seemed more worried about me, since my car had taken the brunt of the damage.

The truck back bumper was curled up, and the frame was scratched, but other than that, it was fine. My car, however, has it's right headlight smashed in, and the hood is scrunched up. I tried calling my parents house, my mom's cell, my step-father's cell, then my dad's house and his cell and finally my Nana. Nobody picked up. This wasn't helping my mood much. A man in the backseat of the truck asked if I was okay to drive, and I said I was fine. As for my car, it seems to run fine, I obviously got home safely, but I was still quite spooked and driving slowly. My dad ended up calling me back on my way home, and was glad that I was all right. He was actually in the middle of a gig and managed to calm me down a bit.

And now here I am, I just got home, there's a lump in my throat and I'm apparently alone here. I can't even find the dog, and it's creeping me out a little.

And goddammit, I have a doctor's appointment and work tomorrow. It's been a rough day.

Jesus.

Because you know you want more.

( Oh, yeah. )

Some background to this before I post this. I've had this copy-pasta sitting on my harddrive for a while, and several months after this happened, I've decided to post it here. It's long as fuck, and it requires some background information, so here goes.

Paheal.net is a Rule 34 archive site. Rule 34 of the internet states that there's porn of it, no exceptions. I've drawn quite a bit of art for this site, and though lately I haven't been on as much as I used to, it's probably still the best Rule 34 site that I know of.

Now, a while ago on FurAffinity, I had a bit of a feud with AlexReynard and you may recall I even MiSted one of his original short shories.
As you may know, AlexReynard has an EncyclopediaDramatica article, so most relevant information on him is up there.

Now, despite the vast amount of porn of Rescue Rangers and Tiny Toons characters that Alex has drawn, only a small fraction of it is on Paheal. Apparently, a certain namefag found his way to rule34.paheal.net/post/view/173475, and a few disparging comments on it. I noticed beforehand that this namefag, toon Coon, seemed to share Alex's bizarre fetishes, and I thought perhaps he was Reynard. I accused this several times, only to learn the truth was worse.

He was a fanboy of AlexReynard. Even Ray Jones fanboys can have their fanboys.

What follows is as much of the thread as I could rescue, uncut and as it originally appeared before being deleted by the admins. It will be posted here for all to see. Even Reynard himself makes an appearence.

I'm Cat Bountry, by the way.

( TL;DR ahead... )

Before I start my little report on all things webby and kinny, I'd like to say, yes, I'll be at Katsucon. unfortunately, Izzy got really sick at the last minute and isn't coming. Which means no sexings for me. I am probably more upset about this than he is.

So, anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Webkins.

( SHOW ME SOME O' DEM VIRTUAL PETS, NIGGA! )

Hello, there. You may not know me very well. You worked with me for about a month, and we never talked or anything. You didn't really talk to anybody, actually, from what I heard, and those that talked to you said you were a stupid 16 year old kid who smoked cigarettes and liked to pretend you were tough.

It's doubtful you'll ever read this. You and your brother must think you're hot shit. You picked up my DS case and its games, which I was stupid enough to forget in the break room at work. Maybe you thought that nobody would care, like how police officers usually handle bike thefts. They take down information and call it quits. Unfortunately for you, had there been one or two more games in that case, you would've committed a felony, because it would have been upward of $500 dollars of merchandise stolen.

What the fuck were you thinking?

So your brother comes into work, uses the employee elevator (despite the fact that he DOESN'T FUCKING WORK HERE), and sees my case and puts it in his hoodie and sneaks off with it, and hands it to you. And you, in a stroke of sheer brilliance, decide to mosey on over to the Game Stop IN THE SAME FUCKING SHOPPING CENTER AS THE THEATER I FUCKING WORK AT, and pawn them off using YOUR REAL ID AND NAME.

It should've tipped off the managers when you decided that you wouldn't show up for work anymore. And now your ass (and your brothers ass) are headed to court. And when I am called in, I am going to be so goddamned smug. You think your mother yelling at you in front of the officers at the precinct was embarrassing? I'll be on fucking court record insulting you two fucktards.

YOU ARE RETARDED. YOU ARE GODDAMNED IDIOTS, THE BOTH OF YOU. YOU ARE FUCKTARDED, COCKMONGLING ASSCLOWNS. YOU HAVE BEEN CAUGHT AND YOU ARE ROYALLY SCREWED. YOU ARE LOWER THAN A SNAKES TESTICLES, AND I WISH AIDS UPON YOU AND YOUR NEXT OF KIN. YOU GODDAMNED DOUBLE NIGGERS. NAY, TRIPLE NIGGERS. ENJOY YOUR JUVIE.

LOL.

AND FUCK YOU FOR TEARING OFF MY GLOOMY BEAR STICKER, COCKBUCKETS.

If you guys have never been to Times Square, go. Especially at night. It is ADD heaven. There are lights and screens and blinky shit EVERYWHERE. And also the biggest stores EVAR.

They have a motherfucking ferris wheel and an animatronic T-Rex in the Toys 'r' Us. The Virgin Megastore has a LIVE DJ SPINNING TUNES. FOR SERIOUS.

You'd need to see it for yourself. I should go up there again sometime. I didn't see enough.