Re-entry
Erg! Still tired, trying to pick up all the threads that were dropped for MFF...
I see with considerable astonishment that the reader count for last year's NaNo excerpt has now exceeded 10,000. This is moderately surprising, since it contains no pr0n, and is only an excerpt without the full conclusion to the story present in the online version. The limited amount of feedback I actually received on it hasn't inspired me to polish it for actual publication, and the fact that it continues to garner additional readership is, well, interesting.
I'm too busy to have PCD. I'm too busy to... Aww, I've got it. Bad. It's making me want to sit and stare into space while stroking plushies or else pound my brain into oblivion with Muppet movies or something. I'm particularly bothered that I missed so many friends who were actually present at MFF. I dunno whether it's a good thing that I only have two workdays this week, or not. The schedule is so busy anyway because of tomorrow's holiday that I don't have time for "melon collies," and I want some anyway. Heck, even a doberman would do. ;p
In a sense, this is inevitable, I guess. Furry is a youth culture, and unfortunately it came into public visibility a bit too late for me. Many elements of the milieu are alien (gaming, late nights, dance music, unabashed sexuality, for example) and yet the common shared interest, the yearning for that fantasy moment is still there and very powerful. My long term interest in theatrics and anthropomorphic characters is stronger than ever, which makes the whole thing irresistible to me even though I end up in orbit around the outside of it all, never quite an insider.
It's hard to work now rather than browsing all the convention photos as they pop up on the web, but I have to do it. Yesterday I continued to rub the wound with salt by wearing my Argos sweatshirt and "the bracelet" to work, and displaying the first available photos of myself in suit to a willing audience. That only prolongs the ache, though. I have real work to do and should get some of it done today. Thank goodness we shortened the hours for the eve of Thanksgiving, so it's not going to be the usual Wednesday horror.
I see with considerable astonishment that the reader count for last year's NaNo excerpt has now exceeded 10,000. This is moderately surprising, since it contains no pr0n, and is only an excerpt without the full conclusion to the story present in the online version. The limited amount of feedback I actually received on it hasn't inspired me to polish it for actual publication, and the fact that it continues to garner additional readership is, well, interesting.
I'm too busy to have PCD. I'm too busy to... Aww, I've got it. Bad. It's making me want to sit and stare into space while stroking plushies or else pound my brain into oblivion with Muppet movies or something. I'm particularly bothered that I missed so many friends who were actually present at MFF. I dunno whether it's a good thing that I only have two workdays this week, or not. The schedule is so busy anyway because of tomorrow's holiday that I don't have time for "melon collies," and I want some anyway. Heck, even a doberman would do. ;p
In a sense, this is inevitable, I guess. Furry is a youth culture, and unfortunately it came into public visibility a bit too late for me. Many elements of the milieu are alien (gaming, late nights, dance music, unabashed sexuality, for example) and yet the common shared interest, the yearning for that fantasy moment is still there and very powerful. My long term interest in theatrics and anthropomorphic characters is stronger than ever, which makes the whole thing irresistible to me even though I end up in orbit around the outside of it all, never quite an insider.
It's hard to work now rather than browsing all the convention photos as they pop up on the web, but I have to do it. Yesterday I continued to rub the wound with salt by wearing my Argos sweatshirt and "the bracelet" to work, and displaying the first available photos of myself in suit to a willing audience. That only prolongs the ache, though. I have real work to do and should get some of it done today. Thank goodness we shortened the hours for the eve of Thanksgiving, so it's not going to be the usual Wednesday horror.