Well, it’s Friday. Or at least this is the post for Friday. My communication has been pretty sparse this week, I guess. For most of the comic’s run I made a point to have it up by midnight on the east coast. When I started that was the standard and people regularly got called out for not meeting it. When I couldn’t present anything much of quality I figured I could at least meet that bar and it would be something. In recent years, with all the stuff that has happened, I let that slip a lot. I know that most people are just happy that I’ve kept posting at all, but it still makes me unhappy when I’m not prepared to post at 10 PM on Thursday, my time. So if I don’t have much to say I prefer to just post on time and not say anything. Honestly, not having anything much to say is the best state of things. Not having anything going on is the best way to be I find. At this point just being left alone, without stress, is a luxury. When I say that I don’t really mean I have nothing to do. I mean that I don’t have anything to do that depends on anyone else. I can take care of things that are important to me. Not having to adhere to someone else’s schedule is the perfect state of being.
As you’ve often heard me say, one of the things I hate most in life is being told what to do. Having to be someplace at a specific time is pretty close to that on my list of things I don’t like. Not that I think having an appointment is unreasonable. It’s that I fixate on needing to be at a certain place at a certain time. If you tell me a week in advance that I will have to be someplace at a specific time I will slowly become more fixated on that moment until it becomes the background noise to all of my thoughts. By the time I’m actually there I will have worked myself into such a state of agitation that I will nearly always be on the verge of an anxiety attack. Of course I’m pretty good at hiding exactly how agitated I am, so if you can actually notice it chances are on the inside it’s hundreds of times worse.
I’ve always been like that to some degree, but it has gotten worse and worse as I’ve aged. Sort of like how aversion to going places eventually evolved into full on agoraphobia. Things have escalated. I feel like I’m only awake for minutes a day now, so there’s no time to do anything. Anything that cuts into those precious seconds stresses me. I thought that maybe it was just me, but I’ve been seeing people saying similar things online recently, so maybe it’s some kind of cultural malady that we’re all experiencing to one degree or another.
If I were sleeping better that would probably alleviate some of the problem. It takes a long time for me to wind down to sleep, so when I get there I tend not to get up when I wake up. Especially if I fall asleep for two hours and then am wide awake in the middle of my night. I know two hours of sleep isn’t going to carry through the day, so I try to get the remaining four by brute forcing sleep. As you probably know that rarely works very well. But then I end up staying in bed for too long because once I get into sleep mode then I don’t want to come out. I can kind of see why Michael Jackson ended up in his death sleep capsule for years. Money gave him a quick fix and he went for it. Of course now he’s got all the time to sleep he’ll ever need… I don’t think I want to sleep for eternity just yet.
Maybe winter will take the edge off my allergies and I’ll be able to get back into a rhythm that is more conducive to productivity. Time will tell, I suppose. In any case I’m trying to get the comic to you when I say it will be there instead of 20 minutes to an hour later. I guess time will also tell as far as that goes.
Anyway, I hope you have a nice weekend. I’m going to be having a guest on Saturday. I need to sort out the guest area but I’ve been too busy with other things. I guess I’ll have to do it tomorrow. It’s kind of ironic that I’m cleaning up an area just so it can be made messy and the process will restart. That’s basically all life is though, I suppose. Regardless I hope to see you here on Monday. Until then, hide the Death Star plans.

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Y’know, this reminds me that the matter of what Reggie’s fursona would be is still up in the air.
I know the Order of the Pelt suggested weasel, and mustelids do feel like a good fit, but I think a honey badger feels a little more fitting given Reggie is both fairly prickly, notably accident prone, and full of confidence that outweighs his competence.
If he’d wants a “majestic” suggestion, the closest I’d be willing to go is Coyote – though admittedly less “trickster god” and more “Wile E.”

Gopher

(Just here to loudly *snerk* at that last sentence!)

“Your father hid this uncomfortable data card, with the Death Star plans, up his ass, for two years.”

Hee, hee, hee!
“…Along with this gold watch.”
:D

If we’re looking at fursonas- Thomas seems to be: kinda cute to some people, handsome, charismatic, smart, + kind of regal in his bearing, so I’d give Thomas the fursona of: a black, Anubis-looking dog.
:)

I am vastly amused that Reggie is the one with the presence of mind to exercise discretion as to whose secrets to blab.

Wow. Exactly!
:D

It’s pretty much in character for him though, he doesn’t like telling the stories of others without their permission unless backed into a corner (and then traumatising his sister as a result).

I’d like to say I’m more surprised at Alex’s careless lack of discretion… but given the last several strips I can’t say I expect better. She seems subtly unpleasant to deal with. Not that she’s a badly-written character, just she used to seem a little more likeable.

Meh, Alex’s comment just makes it sound like it’s a story about a dog.

Oops.
This conversation might reveal some of Reggie’s, furries-club secrets.
I think [the initiation story] that each member must tell…in order to get into The Order of The Pelt Club,…is kept top secret, but- maybe you can tell people- who is IN the club. Oh boy.

Looks like ‘getting under people’s skin’ is Alex’s central preoccupation… and main skill. Transfer straight from one person to the next. Guess the idle rich have to entertain themselves somehow, makes sense it’d be at the expense of others. Kinda tracks.

Ooh, this is gonna be good. I sometimes forget, with about a dozen and a half main cast members, who hasn’t met who yet.

Rabbit was mentioned as a fursona for Reggie, by John, at the club meeting. This idea should not be discarded lightly.

I think Alex and potentially Evrina aren’t super embarrassed by the fact they are furries? So if Alex told the truth about like, Reggie and Evrina met because Reggie accidentally came by the library when the club was meeting to speak to Alex about the graves, then no one else is caught in the crossfire?

Secondary comment, I just was thinking about how Evrina’s weakness is chubby white girls, especially mentioning Carol’s red hair. Soo.. Has Evrina never had a thing for Alex or even Maddison? I just was thinking about it specifically since Alex’s hair is very near to Carol’s color.

I remembered just after hitting post that Victoria is also there, she would more than likely very much not want to share this information. Perhaps especially since like, if she does have a thing for Jon, she’s also met these people as specifically associated with him.

There’s a great deal that could go very wrong at this juncture. If Alex, Reggie, Evrina, and Victoria are all wise, they will not divulge anyone else’s part of the story. Or at the very least, only tell it if they have the other person’s express permission.

One tends to agree!

My tip about feeling like time is passing in a flash is to get out of the house. I know, lame. But what I mean is, if you’re in the same couple of rooms all day long, it all feels like a blur in the end. If you force yourself to go for a walk for an hour, then later go for a drive, it breaks your day up and you actually feel like you did things. It’s also good for you to get fresh air and sunshine, as cliche as that is.

2869 Paws For Alarm.

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