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general non-furry discussion / Re: The "Good News" thread.
« Last post by Loc on Today at 11:51:48 am »
I spent my day at a local animal rescue centre, playing with a 7 year old female malamute named Kimba.

My friends are adopting a 7 year old male eurasier from there (a super-fluffy, medium-sized Spitz breed from Germany) called Kronus, and have their home visit to check their house is suitable on Thursday.
As with all new inventions the use of electronics should allow for
backups that can replace devices that provide what we need
to survive. Like water, waste removal, food, transportation,
and heating our. personal environments.

Currently we are not doing these things. So any disaster that
shuts down power and or communication will put our lives at risk.

It's a catch 22 because the electronics cut costs, but providing
backups would remove the cost savings. This would be an
deterrent to advances in electronics. So we have to decide if we
want to put those in the future at risk or not. Unfortunately it's
likely big business and the rich who will decide. As we know
their decisions follow the money, not our lives.

The immigration problem continues. Trump is trying to blame the
Democrats even though the GOP controls both houses of congress
and Trump is there to  sign any bill they may create. So Trump has
no legitimate excuse to blame the democrats. He  won't admit those
GOP who run congress won't agree to pass any bill he wants. It's
easier to just blame the democrats who won't help him.

The Trump administration is claiming the kids they are ripping from
their parents are being treated very well. They might be treated well
physically, but not mentally. Tiny kids are screaming and crying with
not even a offer of condolence by anyone. I don't know about anyone
else, but I can remember being that age. I would  have learned to hate
under these conditions. It's this time in ones life we learn how to care
and have sympathy for others.

All the Trump administration is doing is creating hundreds oif not thousands
of future people who will hate the united states. They may not even be able
to love anyone, much less care for others.  So if they come here as adults
they may be the criminals Trump claims all immigrants are.

We can lie to ourselves and say it's the parents fault. we can claim it's drug
dealers using kids to get across the boarder though this is extremeely rare.
Trumps lackies will use any excuse to support Trumps orders, no matter how
wrong or cruel they are.

Trump and his lackeys claim they are following the law, but it's nothing but
a policy created by the Trump administration. It has nothing to do with
a law. It's just Trump wanting to please the far right who voted for him.
There is no excuse to separated parents from their kids when they ask
for asylum in our country. Yet Trump wants it done.

Some may think they are supposed to respect the president, in the case
of Trump there is no cause for respect, much less the GOP.

You can find out more at the following links.

word games / Re: How will the person above you die?
« Last post by Firelight on June 17, 2018, 01:06:41 pm »
Being licked to death by my grandpa's pitbull  :D
general non-furry discussion / Re: The "Bad News" thread.
« Last post by Firelight on June 17, 2018, 12:45:39 pm »
Rockaway beach is not going to have their pirate festival this year, witch sucks! I go there every year just to see the festival.
convention talk / Re: Biggest Little Fur Con-BLFC-Reno, NV-May 10-13, 2018
« Last post by Firelight on June 17, 2018, 12:42:31 pm »
I'd love to go some day!
news forum / Re: Trump the GOP and Democrats. A new path or more of the same.
« Last post by Old Rabbit on June 17, 2018, 08:27:57 am »
After world war one many people felt they were disadvantaged by
minorities and immigrants. So fascism reared its ugly head.
America n the 1930's was filled with hardship for many people . High
unemployment fed fears that immigrants would take jobs. So when
Jewish children tried to escape fascism in Europe the US government
 sent them back to die in concentration camps. Now we are turning
people away who are only trying  escape being killed by gangs we
sent back to their country in the first place.
When world war 2 started the US government put Japanese Americans
in camps. Leaving their property unprotected. Even German Americans
were treated unfairly.

We are all immigrants or descendants of them in this country.  We should
feel shame when any one is treated like we are treating people trying to
escape tyranny  in their own country. Namely Latinos from Central and
south America.

The Supreme Court struck another blow to voting rights. They allowed Ohio
to remove people from the voting roles if they didn't vote for two years. This
puts a disadvantage agains the poor and minorities. 

You can find out more at the following links.

traditional and digital artwork / Re: Iara's Artwork
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 16, 2018, 07:42:18 pm »
Understood!  While I do not draw much,  when i do it is on paper with colored pencil and mechanical pencil.  I often draw on 12x9" paper and it doesn't fit my scanner.  So then I wind up photographing them with a DSLR and macro lens while trying to battle lighting and distortion.   I try to use sunlight when drawing and photographing.  (I used to be really into photography. ) The pencil in my hand and the marks on the page are relaxing at times.

Thanks for the info!

No worries, thank you for being curious about my process!  8)
general non-furry discussion / Re: The "Bad News" thread.
« Last post by Varg the wanderer on June 16, 2018, 05:17:25 pm »
Finally got around to changing the spark plugs on my truck. 50% is easy: you can get to it from the driver's side and don't have to remove anything else.

The 3 on the passenger side, though... I had to remove the engine cover, the intake duct, the throttle body, and the plenum (upper intake manifold). Every time you remove the plenum you need to replace the gaskets, so I planned ahead and purchased accordingly.

So I get everything apart and I notice that inside the plenum is coated in this filthy wet dirt. I look down into the lower manifold and it looks like the same, only with less dirt (yay! Dirt + precision machine parts = bad news). The grime smelt like gasoline, but the engine is intake injected, not straight into the cylinders, so I figured it might have gotten wet when I bled off the fuel pressure (to remove all the crap above).

I pull my spark plugs. They seem a little dirty, but they're also about 40,000 miles overdue. Then I pull two that are wet. That's never a good sign. They don't smell like gasoline, either. Also not a good sign. I check the intake gunk again. It doesn't smell like gasoline anymore. Uh-oh.

I find the PCV valve and hose, both with oil dripping out of them. The valve is bad, and I need to change the valve ASAP or it's going to cause much more expensive problems later. I try contacting all of my local friends to see if they can give me a ride in exchange for beer/pizza, but none of the ones in town reply. This means I have two options: walk to the parts store, or put the engine back together with the bad valve and replace it later. But to get to it I have to pull off everything I had to remove to get to the spark plugs. ...remember what I said about replacing the gaskets every time you remove the plenum? Not to mention after you have everything all the way back together you need to reprogram the accelerator/throttle system. I'd be doing that twice. Oh joy. but still put back together what little I can without installing the plenum.

I might be lazy when it comes to exercising for the sake of exercising, but I am not put off at the thought of walking 12 miles to get a car part I need. So I start looking at parts stores to see which one I need to start walking to. By this point the ones that have my part close before I can walk there and don't reopen until Monday after I start work in the AM. The bus doesn't run where I live, so I guess I'm walking to work Monday morning, and stopping by the parts place on the way back. Hurray.  :P >:(
furry storytelling / Re: Iara's Writing Corner-Prompt Challenge!
« Last post by Iara Warriorfeather on June 16, 2018, 04:12:48 pm »
I found a tail/it's so weird when you do that!

Moongaze set the pastel unicorn head on her own head and neck, careful to adjust the eyes so she could see through the mesh. She felt for the snaps on her hooved paw gloves, and set them with a sharp click. She sat down, fumbled for the boots that had been transformed into feathered hooves, and slid her tennis shoe covered hindpaws into them gently. She then stood, and went to the mirror, gazing at her new reflection longingly.

“Hey!” Jay purred, poking his muzzle around the corner, violating her privacy. They had agreed that suiting was a solo thing for Moongaze, and that doing so was a private glee, never shared with anyone outside the studio Jay was renting for his artwork business. Moongaze shot him a dark look, but all he could see were those teal orbs of the unicorn costume glaring at him. He shrank back around the corner of her room, waving her pastel tail at her as if she were playing with a feathered rod. “I found this tail—is it yours?” he teased.

“Give that to me,” she huffed. She snatched the tail away and attached it carefully, sliding her own tail through the expanding loops, creating the illusion that she and the unicorn were truly one being. She turned to Jay. “Well? What do you think?”

Jay grinned, his sabers glinting in the light. Moongaze spun around, wobbling a little as she did so. He shook his head in mild condescension. Jay was an artist, true, but he wasn’t as open minded as the profession let on.

“Honestly?” he huffed, the air whistling slightly past his sabers. The effect was a constant lisp—and muted his growls and purrs somewhat.
“You don’t like it?” Moongaze warbled sadly, stopping her prancing. She limped, ready for the verbal blow her lover was about to give.
“Moongaze,” Jay approached her. He rubbed her shoulders gently. “It’s so weird when you do this. Why can’t you just…be happy being you?”

“But…I am me,” Moongaze sighed weakly. “I’m happy in this! Can’t you be happy for me, too?”

Jay sighed. He grinned and pressed his lips against her unicorn head’s muzzle gently. “I’m just worried, is all. Other furs might not like this. You will get made fun of. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I don’t understand, Jay!” Moongaze muttered, the tears starting yet again. She took a deep breath, trying to stop her anxiety and frustration from spiking. “You’re an artist—I thought you would appreciate performance art, this costume took me a long time to make! And you helped me with it, too! Come on…do I look okay in it?”

Jay bit his upper lip, chuffed a ragged sigh of disappointment. “I wish you would stop hiding in this thing when you feel sad or insecure. It doesn’t seem healthy, at least not to me. And you’ve been chatting with so many strangers online—you tell them things about you that you never tell me!”

“Jay,” Moongaze tried to explain for the umpteenth time, quelling his jealousy, “I have this hobby that makes me happy. You have your hobbies, too. I am glad to have friends who like what I do and who I am. Do you like this part of me?”

Jay and Moongaze sat across from one another on overturned wooden crates. The studio was technically an attic in an abandoned warehouse in New Los Angeles, with string lights and canvases, paint buckets and brushes strewn haphazardly around the small space. Moongaze fondly remembered being in Jay’s arms late at night, cuddling in his blankets and sipping tea as he sketched hummingbirds for her in the faint starlight. Now it seemed the lovers were enemies, always trying to seek each others’ weak points.

“Moongaze, I do like you for you. I am concerned that this hobby of yours will ruin your reputation at the University. You’re a graduate student doing serious work—if they find out on the weekends you parade around as some kind of punk unicorn…well…”

“Jay, who cares? Lots of furs have hobbies and strange things they like. Why can’t I?”

Jay turned away from her. He tossed his head back and sighed, his jaw twitching in quiet anger.

“I don’t want you going out in that. At all. Keep it here, like we agreed. Leave this stuff for the bedroom, or whatever, okay?”

Moongaze sighed, hanging her head. She felt so helpless to do anything, because Jay was right. She slowly took off the unicorn head and stared sadly at him, her hair a matted mess of sweat, her eyes filled with tears.


She slowly removed the suit and packed it away in her overnight duffel bag. She zipped it up quietly, its teal orbs pleading as the darkness consumed them.
It would be years before Moongaze snuck back into the attic, snatched the duffel, and decided she would be who she was without shame and secrecy…

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