I remember when talking to people on the internet used to fill me with the pain of how far away the people who understood you were.
Now it only fills me with the pain of how little alcohol there is in the house to cope with dealing with them.
Technology, art and personal faff
I remember when talking to people on the internet used to fill me with the pain of how far away the people who understood you were.
Now it only fills me with the pain of how little alcohol there is in the house to cope with dealing with them.
So two fursuiters at a charity event in New Jersey apparently decided to get it on explicitly on the hood of a car outside in broad daylight. Local council saw it, kids saw it, photos were taken.
In addition to the usual embarrassment & mud-flinging, the ~$600 fundraising for new medical equipment is likely going to cost over a quarter of a million dollars in lost equipment, fines and penalising budget-cuts, as well as possibly the jobs of 5 people who were hosting & organising.
Knock-on effects are likely to include not only the prosecution of the two douchebags (we can hope), but complete destruction of community events in that area and the community becoming an overnight anathema to the close-knit Fire and Emergency Medical Service community.
[Redacted due to threat of libel]
Okay this is all in the USA, so I’d hope it can be avoided in the UK, but frankly we’ve already had more than enough similar events the community’s dodged the bullet on previously. That sinking feeling you get when these things occur? Remember when you were little and broke a plate or a window or something? It’s the feeling of not knowing if this is the time you’re going to get the full wrath of god down on you for your actions. You can’t dodge bullets forever. This is why you should do things to fix shit rather than ignore or hide it. Deciding to contront a fear is the only control we ever have over it.
If I had one of those “furry pride” stickers or T-shirts, this is the point I’d be burning it. Reading this sort of thing makes you feel like a bunch of people have decided to dunk you bodily in a septic-tank. It feels like it’s cloying to every bit of you. Especially when you remember there is no way there won’t be some clutch of the group who close-ranks over it, either for self-protective interests or because they find a way to justify the actions of the people involved.
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3573735/
SMARTEN THE FUCK UP YOU THUNDERING MORONS.
Twitter Updates for 19-06-2012
Okay, I can appreciate some of the nuances of whiskey and scotch but they’re REALLY not the sort of thing my pallet craveds.
Craves.
Crav.. no, that’d.. that’s right.
Hic.
Reasonably sure that a sign of irreversable failure in a government is when, seeing consistant or increasing failures in proceedure, the rules are changed to furthur embed those procedures rather than correct or replace them. It seems to be a pattern where a countries governmental system as an entity becomes tired of dealing with corrective matters stemming from their previous choices and simply decides to make the reporting of the problems harder. From the perspective of that system, the problems suddenly decrease massively and the act is considered a sucess, whereas outside it the system has lost all ability to get feedback for poor choices and now is destined to head on toward catastrophic and unseen failure.
A metaphor might be someone throwing out their bathroom scales because they don’t want to think of the weight they’re putting on. Or company management firing anyone who complains. Someone moving the suggestion-box to the top floor. Making people loose their income if they complain about their working conditions.
I’m sure there’s plenty more.