Different year, new set of users, but the idiots, ah they stay the same.

Good to see that one area that stays more or less the same is the BBS, even if the individual idiots and rules change. Wonder if I'll pop on 5 years from now and see the same ol shit wrapped up in a different layout.

Edit: 5/5/23

Well shit, general and politics locked? Didn't see that coming. Ah well. *pours one*

I went off and somehow became an adult with responsibilities and shit.

Good god looking back here brings back some cringe feelings. But I guess that's part of the learning process.

The last update into my life was in 2012. That's a big time frame, but I'll condense it.

2012 to 2014: Finished the active duty portion of my time in the Marine Corps, inactive duty was finished in 2018. My time in was not a happy one and I'll say no further, it's finished.

Mid-2014: Head first dive back into civilian/normal life, this period was a rough one for about the first month as I also took this time to move away from my parents to be "on my own", lived with roommates and still am, but it's down to just one. Bit of context for the next bit: I'm pansexual but prefer to identify as bisexual. This helped tremendously with my mental health, because I was around people who were actually okay with me exploring my sexuality. The very same people helped me cope with the emotional whiplash that came with both the transition back to a "normal" life and actually figuring out what I wanted in relationships. It's worth noting that with the exception of my brother, everyone I've lived with thus far has been furries.

2015: The best thing thus far happened to me during this year, I adopted a Husky mix named Mongo. The rest of the year was uneventful.

2016: This year was eventful for a few reasons. I moved out into a house with my at the time boyfriend. However, as with any relationship you learn to compromise and tolerate one another. This wasn't the case in the end and eventually the relationship was ended. After that was over, he moved out and I was once again with multiple roommates. This was also the year I got the funds together and got a fursuit. As you can see by the badge, I prefer to go by Anthrax now, I may update this on here.

2017: This year was...unique, I started with me quitting the job I had and going back to the previous one for mental health reasons. I moved away from my roommates who had since turned toxic and in with someone who knew how to keep up with my bullshit, my brother. At the end of the year I had a blunder with friends and it really put me in a dark depressive episode that lasted until spring of 2018.

2018: Starting the year in a depressive state wasn't the best starting point. My routine became monotonous and I wanted nothing to do with anyone. The only one that kept me going was Mongo. In the spring some friends of friends reached out to me and they helped me get out of the funk I was in. Since then the issues have been resolved and friendships patched. In the summer I started my current job and while it's not prefect, it pay the bills.

2019: This year...this fucking year...Early winter, I wrecked my truck from sliding on an icy road. I still have this truck and it's been parked since two weeks after the accident. It can still move, but the brakes and blown and the intake gaskets have melted. I got a newer truck of the same line from a friend who was selling his. Then February happened. I wish it didn't. I lost my best friend. That wasn't all this god forsaken year had in store. In June my aunt died. To add insult to this all, my grandpa was diagnosed with lung cancer. This is all I'm saying about this the year.

2020: This misfire of a year knew exactly where to kick. In February grandpa died. That's three deaths in less than a year for anyone morbidly keeping track. Then the virus happened. While I haven't personally lost anyone to it yet, everyday has proven that something bonkers will happen regardless. I haven't lost work from anything, but being "essential" to my employer just means profiting off working us to the ends of our sanity.

Now we're here in present day. I've been keeping busy when not at work by fixing vehicles and doing home improvements. I don't know what made me feel like checking Newgrounds. Possibly a subconscious dig at nostalgia.

Whatever the reason, I'm here for hopefully longer than a moment,

I see not much has changed here in the last nearly 4 years.

I occassionsally dust off this page.

I promise to goof off and eat candy.

I'll say it now, there are no sexytime stories in here, ask for those in PM.

I registered here in 2006, 6 years ago, I was 14. Life was simpler, and I didn't have a care in the world unless it was about how much porn I had saved on my PC.

Fast forward to 2012.
The past six years have been full 'o shit. Age 14 was meh, 15 I got a small job doing general labor for under the table pay, 16 was when the fun shit as well as the dumb shit started.

14 (2006): The only things worth noting here are: My NG signup, and I was the first asswipe in my highschool to have a facebook page, and I noticed my knack for drawing.

15 (2007): I got a job, it was this: Do what the owner of these houses told me to do. Be that mowing the lawn, replacing the roof, whatever, I had experience with it all due to my dad teaching me a large chunk of it. The only things I couldn't do were things that required certifications for.

16 (2008): This age was Meh up until I got my driver's license, then suddenly I was awesome. It was also at this age I got my first car, a 1979 Camaro. Unlike most kids this age, I had the money to buy this on my own from it's last owner, a whopping $1500. My hair was quite long at this point in time (the mane about 10 inches) and I was known throughout my highschool for it. I believe this was also when I started Photoshopping like fucking crazy on the BBS (those active from 07 to 09 should know what I'm saying). I think this was when I posted on the BBS my involvement the furry fandumb (yes I said dumb, butthurt furs go home). I also took up vehicle mechanics as a side hobby that proved out useful for whenever a family member's car broke down. This was also the year I put down the pencil for drawing for reasons I don't want to dig up, Photoshop however, is still a-go. I had also picked up The Orange Box for PC, thus marking my love of guys in HEV suits with crowbars and TF2.

17 (2009): Armed with a license, car, and job (complete with flexible as fuck hours for school), I was on top of the world...mostly. It was this age I was enrolled into the Marine Corps Delayed Entry Program (meaning there was a spot reserved for me after I finished highschool), more on this later. It was during this age that I had discovered that I really don't really care for most people.The fun stuff outweighed this however. I went to see Megadeth at The Rave in Wisconsin during their Endgame tour, and almost did a swan dive off a balcony onto Dave Mustaine. I also became very active in the Lake Area Furry Friends group, going to the monthly bowling meet and getting signed on to a newsletter. I think it was June I started collecting records, specifically: Iron Maiden records, I'm not going to trail off and say "durr records iz betterz" because it's music I like, no matter the medium it's played on. Because of this, my music taste has expanded significantly, and I will give most anything a listen...except for dubstep, that's just music with 4 layers of unneeded bass added to it.

18 (2010): 18...yeah. Truly, the only perks of this age were: Porn without getting in trouble, I could finally go to conventions, and I could stop hiding some of the things I was doing from my parents (such as my lavish sex life, see the top if you want to hear them). I was at the point where I was fed up with school all together, whereas most drop out, I took the rest of what I needed on the internet (well, I was at the school's building, just in a room all day doing courses), and thus finished about 6 months before everyone else. Loads of time on my hand meant more work, and I loved every second of it. Since I finished around January 28th or so, I was already 18, and ready to take on the world, and did just that. I went to my first Fur Con (Furry Weekend Atlanta, the theme was Carnivale), and got to see one of my favorite artists, Jay Naylor, in person, but I never got the chance to talk to him since his girlfriend was with the guest of honor. It was after said convention that I broke up with my at the time boyfriend (yes, I'm bisexual), and it turned violent in the end, he fears me to this day apparently. When August rolled around, I went to bootcamp. 3 months later I was given the title of US Marine, a title which I still hold today.

2011 (19): After the basic stuff from January to Mid-March, I got my second vehicle: a 2002 Monte Carlo. Aside from some family drama (mom nearly dying, and then seemingly everyone in my family loosing their fucking minds) everything was mostly calm. My cat, who was 10 years old, died of kidney failure, and I won't lie, I cried like bitch when they euthanized him. I've since been to nearly every place worth being in California, and I want to get out of this state ASA fucking P.

2012 (20): Not much thus far, aside from finding out I'm headed to North Carolina in March (Tom, you and the rest of NG staff might get a visit from me should I get some leave time).

So, if the world does end this year, I can say I feel I've done some things at least.

Pic: None because things are being retarded and won't upload pics...

They kept my sig, but I had to re-up my profile image...

Picture doesn't matter, as per usual.

YOU MUST PREPAIR A POST FIT FOR THE ALMIGHTLY BBS!

In August of 2010, I joined the Marine Corps. Thus explaining my disappearance.

Active duty keeps me more than busy. So now those countless fuckers who asked me, I'm not dead, just busy as all hell.

...........pic for old times sake.

3/13/06 was the day I signed this account up.

Here's to many more years to come.