Jagrobar and ZexxaPiishnextro

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You know, Miss Mudfish, if you’re impatient for my new entries, i might remind you that i have literally thousands of old ones, many of which are from times in my life that were slightly more interesting than right now. They lack sexual intrigue but many were written under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs. Seriously, my life is in somewhat of a holding pattern for the last few years. All i do is get up, go to work, draw, and come home and go to sleep. The idea that someone wants to read about it is curious to me. But i’ll try to oblige.

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I think my big excitement today was leaving out some carrot chunks for the rabbits at work. There aren’t any foxes on the grounds this year, so the rabbits have taken over.

Bunnies.

I’m currently on day ten of this thirteen-day workweek. They started to blur together a few days ago. They even offered me shifts on both of my days off next week, which would have extended this spree into an unprecedented twenty-one day workweek… but i restrained myself and just took one, which means i have one day off coming up soon and OH GOD I WANT IT NOW. I’m running out of shit to color at work, and need some quality time with my drawing desk.

But hey, check this out. It’s a collage i made of drawings of my characters drawn by other artists that aren’t me. It makes me feel like a super rock star.

Oh, hey!

Did you know that for the first time ever in history, DeviantArt is allowing its members to change their usernames? This is a major development. But you can only do it once every six months and can’t go back to an old username. So… gosh, wow, i can finally get rid of the “edgeling” handle that i’ve been stuck with since 2003. But…. oh, god, what to change it to? How shall i define my online artistic identity? What name befits my creative protocore? I bet that “TurdFerguson” and “SexualTyrannosaurus” are already taken. The obvious choice is “ELF Radio,” but i don’t think they allow spaces and it might look cramped without a space in there. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and the other options are…

DhmitudeBunky (it’s what i believe in most of all.)

ZexxaPiishnextro

Jagrobar

KilroyRoboto (our XBox handle.)

Amscray

LunarModicast

Jillionth

FastStarlighter (is this really clever or just horribly lame?)

Aurinko

Chronorin

Archaeopteryx

Intermechlorion

Midraspore

XxWhacksaLot56xX (probably not.)

…and those are all fine names, yes yes. Do any appeal to you, personally? I need to find that one perfect name, and synchonize all my disparate online identities. A memorable and snappy online handle is a great benefit for an online artist. Just ask AndrewDickman.

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Ummm. What have i not mentioned?

I talked about the rabbits, right? They are pretty.

Hmnmm. I had to take Luna to the vet because she was refusing to eat her food. There’s nothing wrong with her — the vet says that certain breeds can regulate their eating, and will refuse to eat if they’re being overfed. And i blame my brother for this. He gives them way too much dog food, and extra human food on top of that. I’ve railed at him for doing this, and he never listens. He’s untrainable. He’ll promise not to give them anything, and the next day he’s tossing them pizza crusts or whatever. And that’s like giving a human a Big Mac that’s a foot wide. I finally forced him to swear on our mother’s fucking grave to stop doing this. Luna’s been on her diet for a few days, and she’ll eat just fine if she’s given the right amount of kibble. She has gotten a bit chunky.

I said my life was boring.

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My coworker is a black dude who always asks about people’s race. We’ll be in there conversing with the Oaf, and someone will say that Miss Crockett is cute, or that Parrish is a biatch. And without fail, he’ll ask “are they white or black?” Just once, i’d like to be able to answer with “neither! They’re freaking asian/latino/dutch/samoan as all hell!” but i can’t. Because everyone who works there pretty much is either white or black.

What’s your problem, man. There’s no race war brewing.

But my biggest annoyance right now is when the morning people don’t show up on time, because i can’t leave until they do. And they’re late quite often. Two of them are very elderly, one is very young, and the other one is the Obese Snitch with an unreliable car. I mean…. hours at my job usually fly right by, but not when it’s eight in the morning, it’s getting hot, and i’m ready to leave. Then they start to scrape by painfully. I had to stay an extra two hours the other day because the Snitch was in the emergency room. That’s not a big deal, right? It shouldn’t be but it IS. Those three hours between nine and noon are the best part of my day. That’s when i play with Luna, and play Calibur, and leisurely read the news and drink a glass of milk and watch an episode of Naruto before hitting the sack. If you take that away from me, it kills the whole day.

My other annoyance is teabaggers. Surprise, surprise. my old pet teabagger — the one who once claimed to not have a speck of racism, sexism, or homophobia in him, just posted this little nugget of joy…

“Gays are drones, representing the dead-end of their father’s and their father’s genome; failshit in their bit-part in advancing the human species; unable to reproduce, because fecal sex doesn’t work like that. End of the line. That is all.”

But it’s okay, it was on a site where he was talking to his fellow wingnuts. No one was offended, they all just nodded and farted in agreement.

Bleah.

Three days to go.

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I don’t have anything else to say so here are some gorgeous and interesting photos of Brazil.

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