I just sent a text message to a buddy of mine who's at MFF, who says he's staying one more day, and I asked "Is there a Dead Dog?" He says yes.
But I started thinking... I remember YEARS ago, I was like 16, and looking up furry conventions online, wishing I could go to one, but thinking I'd never be able to go until I move out... but I remember reading the words "Dead Dog" while looking up information on conventions, and I remember being SO confused for like an hour or so.
At first, I'm thinking, "Dead Dog?.... That sounds awful! Did something horrible happen to somebody or somebody's dog at a recent con?"... Eventually, I realized it wasn't something awful, and that it was something good... and then eventually, I found out it was just a party, and I was relieved... but I still thought it sounded weird.
So it's funny how these days, the term is familiar enough for me to say, without a second thought, and that the person I'm talking to knows exactly what I'm talking about... whereas if an outsider heard the conversation out of context, it would be confusing to them, like it was to me at first.
I am amused. :)
Today I have a shitload of errands, to prepare for my wisdom teeth removal tomorrow.
I just finished a commission, which you can check out by clicking the thumbnail below. WARNING! NSFW

I'm trying to do as many things as I can today to make sure I'm comfortable for the next week. So I'm gonna get a haircut, clean my room, wash my sheets, start another commission, get some new music, and so on.
I can't have food or water 8 hours prior to the surgery, so here's to gorging on a huge dinner tonight! Had a great italian dinner lastnight, so that was a good start!
My gums are gonna be bleeding. With excessive blood, I was thinking of doing a painting with the blood. It's been done before (ie: David Choe), but I miss traditional mediums so much, and I think it'd be one of the few moments I'll have spare blood exiting my body. So why not put it to good use and paint a picture with it?
Plus I'll be on vicodin, and if I feel goofy, hell yeah I wanna strip down to my underoos, blast my music, and try to paint with my blood in a bowl, and food beside me (that I can't eat) just for moral support. *sniffle*
But I started thinking... I remember YEARS ago, I was like 16, and looking up furry conventions online, wishing I could go to one, but thinking I'd never be able to go until I move out... but I remember reading the words "Dead Dog" while looking up information on conventions, and I remember being SO confused for like an hour or so.
At first, I'm thinking, "Dead Dog?.... That sounds awful! Did something horrible happen to somebody or somebody's dog at a recent con?"... Eventually, I realized it wasn't something awful, and that it was something good... and then eventually, I found out it was just a party, and I was relieved... but I still thought it sounded weird.
So it's funny how these days, the term is familiar enough for me to say, without a second thought, and that the person I'm talking to knows exactly what I'm talking about... whereas if an outsider heard the conversation out of context, it would be confusing to them, like it was to me at first.
I am amused. :)
Today I have a shitload of errands, to prepare for my wisdom teeth removal tomorrow.
I just finished a commission, which you can check out by clicking the thumbnail below. WARNING! NSFW
I'm trying to do as many things as I can today to make sure I'm comfortable for the next week. So I'm gonna get a haircut, clean my room, wash my sheets, start another commission, get some new music, and so on.
I can't have food or water 8 hours prior to the surgery, so here's to gorging on a huge dinner tonight! Had a great italian dinner lastnight, so that was a good start!
My gums are gonna be bleeding. With excessive blood, I was thinking of doing a painting with the blood. It's been done before (ie: David Choe), but I miss traditional mediums so much, and I think it'd be one of the few moments I'll have spare blood exiting my body. So why not put it to good use and paint a picture with it?
Plus I'll be on vicodin, and if I feel goofy, hell yeah I wanna strip down to my underoos, blast my music, and try to paint with my blood in a bowl, and food beside me (that I can't eat) just for moral support. *sniffle*
Current Music: "Why Can't We Be Friends?" - Smash Mouth
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