That was interesting. Someone named George just tried to break down my front door while calling me Mike and yelling drunkenly for me to “c’mon, man.” Then he moved to the back door. Later, he was sitting in the back of the squad car repeating his phone number every time the cop asked him where he lived.

I must say I preferred the drunk I had a few years ago—The hot brunette who walked past me when I opened the door, crawled into my bed, and passed out while I was still going, “WTF?” (I slept on the couch and woke her by bringing her coffee in the morning. ‘Cause anything else would have been ungentlemanly.)

unacceptablyyours:

cogito-ergo-wtf answered you:

But hey… Where is my dinosaur rap? My life will not be complete until I get my dino-rap. I WAS PROMISED DINOSAUR RAP! And even if I intentionally feed that mouse and leave water out for it, it doesn’t count as a pet unless I actually hand-tame it and/or start buying it toys, right?

Many apologies, i got distracted by movie, boyo, and shiny tumbly things!

DINOSAUR RAP!

Enjoy XD

You could give the mouse a toy, and it’d work. A marble for a toy ball? Orrr a thimble to enjoy?

also, i wrote somthing by accident so, belated *something.

Holy. Fucking. Crap. A song about getting stoned with dinosaurs? I… Is it wrong that I love this so much that if it were a woman I would want to touch it inappropriately? Now it’s playing in my head. “…we gettin’ ‘faced tonight, we gettin’ ‘faced tonight, and all these dinosaurs is crashin’ at my place tonight…”

(And I want to hand-tame the mouse that keeps invading and eating the spilled bird seed. Not A mouse, but THIS mouse.)

• A compliment
• A story
• Why you follow me
• If you met me what would you do
• A cute message
• One thing you want to tell me
• One thing you want to know about me

But it’s fun. Guys, if I say anything offensive, blame the current lack of filters on my sense of humor.

Also, I have a mouse. Not a pet mouse, but one that sneaks in and eats any bird seed accidentally spilled on the floor. And it is too damn cute, and not really hurting anything, so… *shrug* At some point I may use one of the live traps I have to catch it, then release it up by campus.

That’d be a pretty awesome day, actually. I can imagine us brainstorming all like, “Ooh, but what if…” and totally riffing off of each other. Although I don’t know how much you’d like my drawing; that one comic took me probably four hours or so to even get that decent. :-D
(And I’m not sure if I should do this while on pain meds, but it’s fun. But why is nobody including anything about hot monkey sex in their answers? Nobody? Not that I’d take most people up on it, but still…)

(Warning: This answer was written on pain medication.) All of the above would absolutely rock, but that 24 hours would probably turn into like, three days once we got on those topics. I bet we could talk about writing alone for at least 24 hours non-stop. RPing would kick ass, too, whether free-form or otherwise—I actually co-wrote a LARP game that our company ran at conventions, and used to love playing the NPCs.
(And as for established fandoms, I can do a damn good Castiel and Tony Stark, among others.) And, um… I’d do my best on that “awesome” thing, but I might end up learning from you instead. And I figure that time doing mommy stuff wouldn’t count against the total time. (Also, I am going to assume for my ego’s sake that any follower of any gender or species—even the ones half my age or less—who doesn’t include hot monkey sex or something equally suggestive in their answer is either taken, or too embarrassed to type it out, or both. And I forgive you.) :-D

cogito-ergo-wtf:

C’mon… Save the world? Hot monkey sex? Play video games? Hot monkey sex? Kick me in the head repeatedly? Hot monkey sex? Make me write a story that features you as the hero? Hot monkey sex? Touch me in my ask box, baby. You don’t HAVE to sign it, but it’s more fun that way, and if you do, I hereby waive my right to be offended or hold a grudge against you. Especially if your answer has anything to do with hot monkey sex. :-D (Anyone who doesn’t do this, I will assume it’s because your answer would involve hot monkey sex, and you’re embarrassed. So you really can’t win here.)

chickenfluff:

I made a comic about barfing birds, hope you like it.

Brought the new cockatiel home to meet the X-birds. They immediately took to each other, and have been calling to each other and trying to figure out how to get to each other. Rosie (I may rename her) is about four years old, and the lady I got her from bought her at a garage sale, of all places, a few weeks ago. She and her husband realized they weren’t around enough to give her the kind of companionship she needed, and I guess a friend of theirs had seen the piece Channel 6 did on Wednesday about me looking for Sachi, so she called and offered Rosie to me, along with her (huge) cage and some other supplies. My buddy Lane (whose books you should buy, by the way) came and took me over because my back is screwed up right now, and I’m doing the whole “cane thing” this week.

Donna, the woman who gave me Rosie, also called Channel 6 News, who came along to do a follow-up story—Must be a slow news week for them if they’re doing two stories about cockatiels and me, eh? But hey, if it gets more eyes out looking for Sachi, I’m not going to complain.

Rosie isn’t hand-tamed, but she’s been an indoor free-flying bird and shoulder-percher before before, and she already takes treats from my fingers when I push them through the bars. It’s just hands that she has a problem with. I’m not surprised that on her first day here she’s even more skeptical of hands in her cage, especially considering she had a clutch of eggs—in which she has already started losing interest in favor of the X-birds and me. The only work I’ve done with her today was feed her hot peppers through the bars of her cage, and casually sit with my fingers poking in through one of her food doors, and she’s already getting used to the fingers.

Obviously, what with the stress of moving and all, I’m not going to push her too much today, but at the same time, as long as we’re making changes, I’m trying to take advantage. And with Rosie’s temperament and level of interest in people, I don’t think it’ll take long to get her to the point at which she will step up on command. I really need to keep her in her cage until then, so I plan to work with her quite a bit every day (as much as I can without stressing her out too much) until then. I also have to wait until she’s done laying eggs for now, because I don’t think I’m ready for hatchlings.

I feel terrible about not giving her more treats when she begs for them (as I do all the birds), but especially since she’s getting fewer treats than the others. Reason being I can’t just leave them in her cage for her, because as part of hand-taming her, to teach her that hands are good things, she has to learn that all treats come directly from my hands, so that’s the only way she gets them for now.

BTW, I refuse to watch either TV segment, because as long as I don’t see them, I can pretend I didn’t look and sound like a total dork. I was on LOTS of pain meds for the first one, and hadn’t yet had coffee for the one this morning.

EDIT: Rosie’s former status as a shoulder-perching bird shows. The X- birds finally went off to do their own thing for a bit, and Rosie was screaming for attention, but although she’s periodically letting us know that she’s still a little agitated, I have her cage beside the futon on what used to be Waffles’ computer stand, and when I scooted back and over to get my face closer to her, she grabbed the nearest perch to me, got as close to my face as she could, and mostly settled down.

This is one of the few BCK strips that I actually drew myself. Except (if memory serves) for Kit’s tits in the first frame, which I traced from old strips from when Waffles used to draw it, and maybe her arm in the last frame. I adjusted the frame pattern here to make it fit Tumblr, by the way. I usually just wrote the comic (and did the website, and the promotion, and the assembly in Photoshop, and the lettering and word balloons), but every now and then I inked and/or (especially toward the end) colored and shaded. Once in a great while I actually drew it, but not only am I not a visual artist (I did fairly good portraits when I was younger, but kind of let it go when I was about seventeen), my right arm was partially paralyzed from my spine injury when we started the comic, so my early efforts were absolutely horrible.

This is a scene from the “A Nip in Time” storyline—The one I left off in the middle of. I don’t think I did too poorly here, considering still recovering from what… three years or so of my arm being paralyzed. (I still have trouble with it, but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be.) I completely mimicked Waffles’ style for this. She, after all did the original character design. I’m trying to get myself motivated to restart the comic now that Amee’s back on board to do the art again.

If you’re friends with someone you admire for their intelligence, their beauty, their talent, their effortless way of putting others at ease, or even the way they can balance a checkbook and keep their damn dishes done…

FOR THOR’S SAKE, TELL THEM!

Especially if you’re not sure they know it. You’d be shocked at how many people—while they might know one or two good things about themselves, that they’re smart, or funny, or whatever—have no idea of the other qualities people see in them.

I find this is especially true for some of my female friends who are drop-dead gorgeous, but who don’t believe it because they don’t look like some media stereotype of female beauty. (I’m not knocking women who do match that stereotype, either; I’ve dated some of them. Just, that’s not the only kind of beauty out there.)

And yes, my pain meds have kicked in, and yes, I get overly warm and fuzzy and want to hug everybody when that happens; why do you ask?

unacceptablyyours replied to your post: Tumblr is trying to kill my career

Tumblr kills my motivation/attention span ALL the time. Sorry if i contribute to your dash-distraction spam >.>

But it only works because I love you guys and you post interesting stuff. ;-) (Oh, and some of you are gorgeous—present company included, if you don’t mind my saying and it doesn’t sound too creepy—and that helps, too.)