...that would be brutal.

I wonder if they bleed fudge.mkay, so it's been awhile since I've updated LJ with anything substantial. Still don't have anything to blab about, other then I've got a month to get the band sounding tight and build a set list. July 31st, there's going to be a show with Simple Design, Shatter, and Nathan Alkafar (or whatever his name is), and Shatter is being dildos so Warcat may take their place. It's more rushed then I'd like, but I think we can do it. We're still short a lead vocalist, but Scott or I should be able to take on the role.

Much better then their previous videos

Everything. All at once, with the addition of the fall of metal, the rise of hello kitty, really bad rap and country music, the banning of fire arms and privet vehicles larger/more powerful then a Prius, and crab people. It'll be brutal. And not the awesome metal kind of brutal, but the lame, sucky kind of brutal.

Yesterday, we jammed. Much progress was made. Drummer Joel is on rhythm guitar until he gets a kit. Many updates and recordings will be posted to our FA (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/warcat). We've got a myspace too, but most of the audio will be sent to FA due to the limitlessnessity. I just invented that word.

NOWS I SHREDS FOR YOUS!

frostbitesaber brought up something interesting, and that's that normal people seem easier to socialize with then furries. I personally haven't had the opportunity to actually speak with many furs face to face, but I may have a theory. Let's compare what most furries are exposed to vs. non furs. Aside from the arts, the fandom as a whole seems to still see some ridicule. Ridiculous, yes, but perhaps the fear of judgment still exists.

Let's also look at how furries communicate, which is a core factor in how they socilize. Furries are more likey to spend more time communicating via internet, i.e. instant messaging, forums, and yes, good ol' LJ. Communicating this way, you have all the time in the world to compose what you are going to say, and you don't have to look them in the eye. This form of communication is common among geekdom, which furries are a part of. The pointdexter types are rarely the most popular kids at school, so they may not have many friends in real life. Mix this with their avid use of the interwebs, and you get someone who just isn't good at talking to people in person.

One other thing to look at is how many furries act. Many furries, even those of you who are reading this right now, are always in character when online, as people they talk to are seeing the fursona. When offline, however, one can no longer be in character, as people see them as they truly are. Perhaps there are some out there who have spent so much time acting as their fursona online that they haven't been able to fully develop their true selves.

Bah, phsycology is screwy. Anyway, that's my take on it.

Picked up my truck from the garage today. Put on a new pair of U-joints, and now not only are the horrid sounds of a bad u-joint gone, but response and acceleration has improved, I'd say at least 30%. I couldn't believe it! Ether they did something, or those old U-joints were REALLY bad. And these new ones have a grease vein, which is nice. And I have yet to see the CEL that has been coming on.

Warcat has a drummer. Now we have to see if we will have drums, as Joel currently hasn't got a kit.

Yesterday I got a speeding ticket. 44 in a 25. The officer was nice enough to drop it down to 35, but it's still a hefty $85 fine. Today, it was the nail in the coffin. A U-joint that had been rattling and clanking under my truck since I got it almost 2 years ago finally went out a block from my house. And no money left.GAWD this is sucking right now. A will be playing with a fairly well known band soon, though. SCAT. Very good. Very metal. Something good may come of it.

 I'm back to posting on SH18 again. This time, it's about EGO. 

I think I'm going to do one later about the Black Dogs (ghosts) that are so dence around here. That'll be fun.

A little late from posting this, but yeah. I has plan

 I'm going to be a guitar tech for Simple Design. Thier lead guitarist is Warcat's rhythm guitarist. I may also manage a website for them, not shure yet though.

Here's their next show, which is pretty big. Plum Crazy is just off the Jefferson St. Bridge on Main. Admission I believe is $5 at the door. SD will be the second band, going on at 9.

I'm thinking about going to collage and taking some welding classes, maybe some automotive tech. I have to get this damn loan payed off first, though. I did some welding in high school metals class, and I loved it.

 

Spent the weekend in Centerville. Much needed break from here. I'm going to get some help from Vocational Rehab to find a job that I can sustain. I'm also getting a track phone, curtasy of my dad and step mom.

I also found my MP3 player that I thought was stolen last year :D

Metalocolypse = win

I miss cable.

This diet pop sucks. But... I approve.

I'm board.

I seen a black dog today. Not a physical black dog, but the ghost type of black dog. Only saw it for a few seconds. It was mildly erie, but not really scairy.

Wierd.

 
So I left this CD player downstairs. Mom had picked it up, along with some other crap of mine, and chucks it in my room while I was playing my guitar. This player grazed my leg and nailed my metal-cased wah peddle. This damaged the mechanism that keeps the laser from coming on when it was open, keeping it from functioning. Dis-appointed, and not finding a screw driver to take it apart and attempt to fix it, I threw it through a card board box full of packaging (I almost got my head bit off about damaging the box). Then, standing on the landing, I threw it like a Frisbee at the upper portion of the stairs, resulting in the gratifying yet heart breaking sound of the plastic peaces and batteries tumbling down the stairs. I've been under a bit of stress lately. Mom has this chemical imbalance, she says it's an overactive thyroid, which has given us both a lot of grief. I think I can fix the CD player if I can find a screw driver to fit the tiny screws, it'll give me something to do. And if it can't be fixed, I'll do like any rock star would do and burn it, or blow it up. Meanwhile, I've come up with the idea of in a couple years me and the band disappearing from here, possibly to a big city somewhere where we have a better shot of making it.

 Come to be found, fallen, broken.