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Caged Horse
May 9, 2012, 5:53:06 PM5/9/12
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At the next Anthrocon fursuit parade, punch this cunt REALLY FUCKING HARD in the face, will you?
http://www.furluminati.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=44&t=1081
http://www.furluminati.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=44&t=1081
bobguthrie
May 12, 2012, 8:16:49 PM5/12/12
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On May 9, 2:53 pm, Caged Horse <oacoom...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> At the next Anthrocon fursuit parade, punch this cunt REALLY FUCKING HARD in the face, will you?
So fight personal closed mindlessness beliefs with physical violence?.
> At the next Anthrocon fursuit parade, punch this cunt REALLY FUCKING HARD in the face, will you?
And that's is difference from his attitude how?.
Tardis42
May 14, 2012, 11:02:26 PM5/14/12
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* Find a willing member of the same sex.
* Stand next to said douche committing acts of affection.
--
Lee
Farry
May 15, 2012, 2:41:04 AM5/15/12
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Caged Horse <oaco...@hotmail.com> wrote:
>At the next Anthrocon fursuit parade, punch this cunt REALLY FUCKING HARD in the face, will you?
>
>http://www.furluminati.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=44&t=1081
So you're implying that isn't trolling then? I don't know.
>At the next Anthrocon fursuit parade, punch this cunt REALLY FUCKING HARD in the face, will you?
>
>http://www.furluminati.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=44&t=1081
Are you the quoted "Desiring Change"? Sounds like you, anyway.
Dan Skunk
May 30, 2012, 7:30:18 PM5/30/12
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Looks like some definate trolling to me.
Cause, I think something like that would just get you banned at Anthrocon
anyway.
"Farry" wrote in message news:4cu3r7d43el0d6cd0...@4ax.com...
Cause, I think something like that would just get you banned at Anthrocon
anyway.
"Farry" wrote in message news:4cu3r7d43el0d6cd0...@4ax.com...
Caged Horse
Jun 9, 2012, 7:42:56 PM6/9/12
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Heal the wur~rld
Make it a better pla~ace
Put dogfuckers in jail
And punch Paden Reilly's face!
There aren't people dying
Just give these cunts a good kicking
Make a better place
For you and for me~eee
Make it a better pla~ace
Put dogfuckers in jail
And punch Paden Reilly's face!
There aren't people dying
Just give these cunts a good kicking
Make a better place
For you and for me~eee
Inkan1969
Jun 10, 2012, 8:06:25 PM6/10/12
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On Saturday, June 9, 2012 7:42:56 PM UTC-4, Caged Horse wrote:
I thought you quit this newsgroup.
- Inkan1969
I thought you quit this newsgroup.
- Inkan1969
§ñühwö£f
Jun 11, 2012, 3:05:43 PM6/11/12
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Wanderer
Jun 24, 2012, 3:57:38 AM6/24/12
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"§ñühwö£f" wrote in message news:jr5fil$c6c$1...@dont-email.me...
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>
> Inkan1969 wrote:
> > On Saturday, June 9, 2012 7:42:56 PM UTC-4, Caged Horse wrote:
> > I thought you quit this newsgroup.
> >
> > - Inkan1969
>
> WELCOME TO THE HOTEL CALIFORNIA!
>
Such a lovely place. (Pardon the humor on wry.)
> Inkan1969 wrote:
> > On Saturday, June 9, 2012 7:42:56 PM UTC-4, Caged Horse wrote:
> > I thought you quit this newsgroup.
> >
> > - Inkan1969
>
> WELCOME TO THE HOTEL CALIFORNIA!
>
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§ñühwö£f
Jun 24, 2012, 4:07:47 PM6/24/12
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Wanderer wrote:
> "§ńühwöŁf" wrote in message news:jr5fil$c6c$1...@dont-email.me...
check out my original werewolf story on...oh well...I wont make you grep
it...here it is...
'The Fix'
My dog never batted an eye at my transformation. Since he was a pup he'd
watch me go through the skin rippling convulsions necessary for me to
become wolf. So it was one crisp autumn day that we were out running the
woods where the mountain bikers and joggers go that I took a round to
the shoulder. After parking and setting up my bike, we headed out to the
southern section of the park to ditch my gear and change. Since it was
hunting season the locals were mostly wearing bits of clothing colored
"safety orange". My dog had his orange collar but as I was wolf, none
for me. I *figured* it would just make me more conspicuous to any
hunters. In hindsight it might have made the idiot who shot me "out of
season" think twice before doing so. We had been running at full speed
up a ridge when we smelled the humans. Scents of Old Spice and tobacco
wafted up from the little valley with the lake. Crouching down behind
some evergreens I saw the hunters. Orange looks grey when you're color
blind. But they had the audacity to chat quietly and that helped suss
them out. My dog usually stayed behind me as I was much larger than him
so my alpha status was respected. This time he ran ahead. Maybe the
movement and the color of his collar helped the hunters spot us. My
running up in front of him to try and turn him back certainly didnt
help. At any rate, one of the assclowns raised his rifle and squeezed
off a shot. I'll never know what his intentions were but if he *thought*
he was shooting a wolf, he had to know the season for us didnt start
until next month. So his karma on this day was very bad.
The round tore through my shoulder and exited cleanly, missing anything
vital. I yelped and ran back up the hill with my dog now sprinting ahead
of me. In a few minutes I was back at the place my clothes were stashed
and had changed, clothes and form. We raced back to the parking area and
made a call to Game & Fish. I wasnt going to let this bastard get away
with shooting me, or any other wolf out of season. During the wait for
the game warden to arrive, I carefully cut a hole in my shirt and jacket
to match the hole in my shoulder. I wasnt going to claim he had tried to
shoot a *wolf*. I was going to claim he shot at my dog and hit me.
It worked. The warden took the bastard away in cuffs and from the
follow-up interview on the phone I learned that he lost his hunting
license. Permanently. One less bubba beer-nut hunter to worry about.
-Snuhwolf
> "§ńühwöŁf" wrote in message news:jr5fil$c6c$1...@dont-email.me...
>>
>> Inkan1969 wrote:
>> > On Saturday, June 9, 2012 7:42:56 PM UTC-4, Caged Horse wrote:
>> > I thought you quit this newsgroup.
>> >
>> > - Inkan1969
>>
>> WELCOME TO THE HOTEL CALIFORNIA!
>>
>
> Such a lovely place. (Pardon the humor on wry.)
>
>
Indeed. Indeed so. But then Usenet is what you make it. Be sure and
>> Inkan1969 wrote:
>> > On Saturday, June 9, 2012 7:42:56 PM UTC-4, Caged Horse wrote:
>> > I thought you quit this newsgroup.
>> >
>> > - Inkan1969
>>
>> WELCOME TO THE HOTEL CALIFORNIA!
>>
>
> Such a lovely place. (Pardon the humor on wry.)
>
>
check out my original werewolf story on...oh well...I wont make you grep
it...here it is...
'The Fix'
My dog never batted an eye at my transformation. Since he was a pup he'd
watch me go through the skin rippling convulsions necessary for me to
become wolf. So it was one crisp autumn day that we were out running the
woods where the mountain bikers and joggers go that I took a round to
the shoulder. After parking and setting up my bike, we headed out to the
southern section of the park to ditch my gear and change. Since it was
hunting season the locals were mostly wearing bits of clothing colored
"safety orange". My dog had his orange collar but as I was wolf, none
for me. I *figured* it would just make me more conspicuous to any
hunters. In hindsight it might have made the idiot who shot me "out of
season" think twice before doing so. We had been running at full speed
up a ridge when we smelled the humans. Scents of Old Spice and tobacco
wafted up from the little valley with the lake. Crouching down behind
some evergreens I saw the hunters. Orange looks grey when you're color
blind. But they had the audacity to chat quietly and that helped suss
them out. My dog usually stayed behind me as I was much larger than him
so my alpha status was respected. This time he ran ahead. Maybe the
movement and the color of his collar helped the hunters spot us. My
running up in front of him to try and turn him back certainly didnt
help. At any rate, one of the assclowns raised his rifle and squeezed
off a shot. I'll never know what his intentions were but if he *thought*
he was shooting a wolf, he had to know the season for us didnt start
until next month. So his karma on this day was very bad.
The round tore through my shoulder and exited cleanly, missing anything
vital. I yelped and ran back up the hill with my dog now sprinting ahead
of me. In a few minutes I was back at the place my clothes were stashed
and had changed, clothes and form. We raced back to the parking area and
made a call to Game & Fish. I wasnt going to let this bastard get away
with shooting me, or any other wolf out of season. During the wait for
the game warden to arrive, I carefully cut a hole in my shirt and jacket
to match the hole in my shoulder. I wasnt going to claim he had tried to
shoot a *wolf*. I was going to claim he shot at my dog and hit me.
It worked. The warden took the bastard away in cuffs and from the
follow-up interview on the phone I learned that he lost his hunting
license. Permanently. One less bubba beer-nut hunter to worry about.
-Snuhwolf
Wanderer
Jun 25, 2012, 9:59:32 PM6/25/12
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That's actually a good story, Snuh. You should've posted it in the
fur.stories section, but oh well...
fur.stories section, but oh well...
§ñühwö£f
Jun 26, 2012, 2:56:41 PM6/26/12
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Wanderer wrote:
> That's actually a good story, Snuh. You should've posted it in the
> fur.stories section, but oh well...
>
Well thanks :) Not familiar with that forum/group...but since you liked
> That's actually a good story, Snuh. You should've posted it in the
> fur.stories section, but oh well...
>
it heres another...
-Star Party-
I had decided to take a little camping trip to the Las Cienegas ranch to
enjoy the wonderful spring temps in the desert. I got to the park, which
had been purchased by the Bureau of Land Management and set aside as a
state-managed park. Although it was also a historic working cattle
ranch. There are a variety of rather unique habitats that set it aside
from the rest of southern Arizona. For one thing; marshlands.
Driving to a ridge near the Winchester mountains, I found a nice little
primitive campsite and set up my tent. The sun was setting and I decided
to have a good run as wolf among the chaparral down back the way I'd
driven which would lead me to La Cienega creek. The creek area isn't
your typical mesquite bosque with giant old mesquite trees and a usually
dry riverbed. The creek is a permanent source of water flowing south to
north all the way through the park. Just on the other side of the creek,
to the west, was an area favored by groups who enjoyed the respite from
the light pollution of Tucson. I noticed a couple of mini-vans parked in
the clearing so I sat on my haunches and watched them for a bit. The
people were milling about with red-lensed flashlights and star charts.
Occasionally one would point at an area of the sky and suggest that as a
starting point for their nights astronomical explorations.
Soon, three more mini-vans had arrived and more people began to set up
their various telescopes. Most were using computer controlled Newtonian
reflectors but there were also a few refractors as well.
I crossed the creek and trotted up behind the wagon-train like circle of
vehicles. Hiding in the shadows I heard them talk about their
astronomical targets for the evening.
"We've only got an hour before the moon rises and spoils everything",
said a rather chubby nerd who smelled of cheese puffs.
"Oh I know, but its only going to be a first quarter disk so we can just
turn the scopes towards the west for a while", said a girl with straight
lank hair smelling like she'd lost her deodorant.
I amused myself watching various of the desert insects bumble about
hunting for food. If the nerd-herd had known how many tarantulas and
scorpions were walking around they might have left. As it was, whenever
one of the fluorescent to me, scorpions got too close I'd flick it away.
A coyote walked up and stole a ham-like sandwich from an open cooler
left unattended behind one of the mini-vans. I chuckled silently to
myself and watched amusedly as the nerds tried to find m-109 in Ursa
Major. With the help of the ones using the computer controlled scopes,
soon the whole group were gazing contentedly at the spiral galaxy.
I looked towards the east and noticed the first shine from the moon over
the mountains. In a few more minutes the star partiers had noticed it too.
Cheesy puff boy looked upset; "dammit, theres the moon. whys it always
have to spoil a nights viewing?"
"well, we could always look at that instead", said the girl with the
heady aroma.
"why bother? its not like theres anything special about it."
Of course I was surprised by Cheesy Puffs statement and couldn't abide
it. So I changed back and then walked up to discuss the moon with him.
Perhaps I could persuade him to see things differently?
"How can you say its not special?", "there must be some reason its been
in so many poems. plus we sent men there to walk on it." I smiled.
He jumped a bit and probably figured I had come with one of the other
mini-van loads of sky watchers as he didnt seem concerned that he didnt
know me.
"but its been mapped and measured. we have a lazer reflector and other
bits of early space exploration there. I'm not impressed", he sneered.
I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it, "theres always more to be
discovered if you keep your mind open to new possibilities", I grinned.
He looked a bit afraid, not that I was'nt used to that, and squirmed out
of my grasp. "ow! don't pinch, geeze!"
I mumbled my apologies and strolled around casually chatting with the
nerds and gazing through various telescopes for a few more minutes.
Growing bored of them I decided to wander off and go chase some javelina.
As soon as I changed I smelled it on my paw: blood. It appeared that I'd
managed to scratch Cheesy Puff and draw a tiny bit of blood.
Well, maybe now he'd have a better appreciation for the moon.
Wanderer
Jul 1, 2012, 10:07:53 AM7/1/12
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"§ñühwö£f" wrote in message news:jsd0lt$ns1$1...@dont-email.me...
either, but it feels a bit rushed... especially once you get past the
halfway point and the spelling goes to pieces. A few minor problems and
corrections as I proofread:
>
> -Star Party-
>
> I had decided to take a little camping trip to the Las Cienegas ranch to
> enjoy the wonderful spring temps in the desert. I got to the park, which
> had been purchased by the Bureau of Land Management and set aside as a
> state-managed park.
Las Cienegas is a National Conservation Area, so it's run by the Bureau of
Land Management (BLM), a division of the U.S. Department of the Interior.
> Although it was also a historic working cattle ranch. There are a variety
> of rather unique habitats that set it aside from the rest of southern
> Arizona. For one thing; marshlands.
> Driving to a ridge near the Winchester mountains, I found a nice little
> primitive campsite and set up my tent. The sun was setting and I decided
> to have a good run as wolf among the chaparral down back the way I'd
> driven which would lead me to La Cienega creek. The creek area isn't your
> typical mesquite bosque with giant old mesquite trees and a usually dry
> riverbed. The creek is a permanent source of water flowing south to north
> all the way through the park. Just on the other side of the creek, to the
> west, was an area favored by groups who enjoyed the respite from the light
> pollution of Tucson. I noticed a couple of mini-vans parked in the
> clearing so I sat on my haunches and watched them for a bit. The people
> were milling about with red-lensed flashlights and star charts.
> Occasionally one would point at an area of the sky and suggest that as a
> starting point for their night's astronomical explorations.
> reflectors, but there were a few refractors as well.
were-chicken or a were-reindeer, you can't see UV.
> A coyote walked up and stole a ham-like sandwich from an open cooler left
> unattended behind one of the mini-vans. I chuckled silently to myself and
> watched amusedly as the nerds tried to find m-109 in Ursa Major.
Sorry, but I took Astronomy in college. That's M109, M for Messier. Yes,
even for the group of galaxies instead of the single galaxy.
> With the help of the ones using the computer-controlled scopes, soon the
> too.
>
> Cheesy Puff boy looked upset; "Dammit, there's the moon. Why's it always
> have to spoil a night's viewing?"
>
> "Well, we could always look at that instead", said the girl with the heady
> aroma.
>
> "Why bother? It's not like there's anything special about it."
>
> Of course I was surprised by Cheesy Puff's statement and couldn't abide
should be able to remember it here.
>
> "How can you say it's not special? There must be some reason it's been in
> so many poems. Plus we sent men there to walk on it." I smiled.
> know me.
>
> "But it's been mapped and measured. We have a laser reflector and other
> of my grasp. "Ow! Don't pinch, geeze!"
your nails are long and ragged when they're no longer claws, you need some
setup for scratching him through his clothes while in human form.
You seem to have gotten a bit rushed, there at the end. Your spelling and
punctuation got pretty erratic. Are you all right?
Yours with some concern,
The proofreading,
Wanderer
P.S.: Yes, I noticed the South Park reference. I'm just not a fan.
>
> Wanderer wrote:
> > That's actually a good story, Snuh. You should've posted it in the
> > fur.stories section, but oh well...
> >
> Well thanks :) Not familiar with that forum/group...but since you liked it
> heres another...
It's part of the alt.fur hierarchy on Critternet. Not a bad story this time
> Wanderer wrote:
> > That's actually a good story, Snuh. You should've posted it in the
> > fur.stories section, but oh well...
> >
> Well thanks :) Not familiar with that forum/group...but since you liked it
> heres another...
either, but it feels a bit rushed... especially once you get past the
halfway point and the spelling goes to pieces. A few minor problems and
corrections as I proofread:
>
> -Star Party-
>
> I had decided to take a little camping trip to the Las Cienegas ranch to
> enjoy the wonderful spring temps in the desert. I got to the park, which
> had been purchased by the Bureau of Land Management and set aside as a
> state-managed park.
Land Management (BLM), a division of the U.S. Department of the Interior.
> Although it was also a historic working cattle ranch. There are a variety
> of rather unique habitats that set it aside from the rest of southern
> Arizona. For one thing; marshlands.
> Driving to a ridge near the Winchester mountains, I found a nice little
> primitive campsite and set up my tent. The sun was setting and I decided
> to have a good run as wolf among the chaparral down back the way I'd
> driven which would lead me to La Cienega creek. The creek area isn't your
> typical mesquite bosque with giant old mesquite trees and a usually dry
> riverbed. The creek is a permanent source of water flowing south to north
> all the way through the park. Just on the other side of the creek, to the
> west, was an area favored by groups who enjoyed the respite from the light
> pollution of Tucson. I noticed a couple of mini-vans parked in the
> clearing so I sat on my haunches and watched them for a bit. The people
> were milling about with red-lensed flashlights and star charts.
> Occasionally one would point at an area of the sky and suggest that as a
> Soon, three more mini-vans had arrived and more people began to set up
> their various telescopes. Most were using computer-controlled Newtonian
> reflectors, but there were a few refractors as well.
> I crossed the creek and trotted up behind the wagon-train like circle of
> vehicles. Hiding in the shadows, I heard them talk about their
> astronomical targets for the evening.
>
> "We've only got an hour before the moon rises and spoils everything", said
> a rather chubby nerd who smelled of cheese puffs.
>
> "Oh I know, but it's only going to be a first quarter disk, so we can just
>
> "We've only got an hour before the moon rises and spoils everything", said
> a rather chubby nerd who smelled of cheese puffs.
>
> turn the scopes towards the west for a while", said a girl with straight
> lank hair, smelling like she'd lost her deodorant.
>
> I amused myself watching various of the desert insects bumble about
> hunting for food. If the nerd-herd had known how many tarantulas and
> scorpions were walking around they might have left. As it was, whenever
> one of the fluorescent to me, scorpions got too close I'd flick it away.
Um, scorpions fluoresce in black light -- UV. Unless you're a were-bug, a
> I amused myself watching various of the desert insects bumble about
> hunting for food. If the nerd-herd had known how many tarantulas and
> scorpions were walking around they might have left. As it was, whenever
> one of the fluorescent to me, scorpions got too close I'd flick it away.
were-chicken or a were-reindeer, you can't see UV.
> A coyote walked up and stole a ham-like sandwich from an open cooler left
> unattended behind one of the mini-vans. I chuckled silently to myself and
> watched amusedly as the nerds tried to find m-109 in Ursa Major.
even for the group of galaxies instead of the single galaxy.
> With the help of the ones using the computer-controlled scopes, soon the
> whole group were gazing contentedly at the spiral galaxy.
> I looked towards the east and noticed the first shine from the moon over
> the mountains. In a few more minutes, the star partiers had noticed it
> I looked towards the east and noticed the first shine from the moon over
> too.
>
> Cheesy Puff boy looked upset; "Dammit, there's the moon. Why's it always
> have to spoil a night's viewing?"
>
> "Well, we could always look at that instead", said the girl with the heady
> aroma.
>
> "Why bother? It's not like there's anything special about it."
>
> Of course I was surprised by Cheesy Puff's statement and couldn't abide
> it. So I changed back and then walked up to discuss the moon with him.
> Perhaps I could persuade him to see things differently?
Clothing? They could remember it for werewolf stories in ancient Rome, you
> Perhaps I could persuade him to see things differently?
should be able to remember it here.
>
> "How can you say it's not special? There must be some reason it's been in
> so many poems. Plus we sent men there to walk on it." I smiled.
>
> He jumped a bit and probably figured I had come with one of the other
> mini-van loads of sky watchers, as he didn't seem concerned that he didn't
> He jumped a bit and probably figured I had come with one of the other
> know me.
>
> "But it's been mapped and measured. We have a laser reflector and other
> bits of early space exploration there. I'm not impressed", he sneered.
>
> I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it, "There's always more to be
>
> discovered if you keep your mind open to new possibilities", I grinned.
>
> He looked a bit afraid, not that I wasn't used to that, and squirmed out
>
> of my grasp. "Ow! Don't pinch, geeze!"
>
> I mumbled my apologies and strolled around casually chatting with the
> nerds and gazing through various telescopes for a few more minutes.
> Growing bored of them I decided to wander off and go chase some javelina.
> As soon as I changed I smelled it on my paw; blood. It appeared that I'd
> managed to scratch Cheesy Puff and draw a tiny bit of blood.
>
> Well, maybe now he'd have a better appreciation for the moon.
>
You need to set up the scratch, you know. Even if it's just mentioning that
> I mumbled my apologies and strolled around casually chatting with the
> nerds and gazing through various telescopes for a few more minutes.
> Growing bored of them I decided to wander off and go chase some javelina.
> As soon as I changed I smelled it on my paw; blood. It appeared that I'd
> managed to scratch Cheesy Puff and draw a tiny bit of blood.
>
> Well, maybe now he'd have a better appreciation for the moon.
>
your nails are long and ragged when they're no longer claws, you need some
setup for scratching him through his clothes while in human form.
You seem to have gotten a bit rushed, there at the end. Your spelling and
punctuation got pretty erratic. Are you all right?
Yours with some concern,
The proofreading,
Wanderer
P.S.: Yes, I noticed the South Park reference. I'm just not a fan.
§ñühwö£f
Jul 1, 2012, 12:02:34 PM7/1/12
to
Wanderer wrote:
> "§ńühwöŁf" wrote in message news:jsd0lt$ns1$1...@dont-email.me...
important to "get it down" than to over think it. I have to shut off my
internal critic which is downright *abusive* just to make it happen. If
had an editor, they could clean it up for me afterwards. But until then
the important bit is just churning out the story :)
>>
>> -Star Party-
>>
>> I had decided to take a little camping trip to the Las Cienegas ranch to
>> enjoy the wonderful spring temps in the desert. I got to the park, which
>> had been purchased by the Bureau of Land Management and set aside as a
>> state-managed park.
>
> Las Cienegas is a National Conservation Area, so it's run by the Bureau of
> Land Management (BLM), a division of the U.S. Department of the Interior.
>
I'm intimately familiar with the area since its about 30 miles from my
old hometown :)
I'd argue the point that "suspension of disbelief" is critical to
enjoying my stories :)
I did consider your point at the time I was writing though and since my
internal critic was in his straight jacket; forged ahead :)
>> A coyote walked up and stole a ham-like sandwich from an open cooler left
>> unattended behind one of the mini-vans. I chuckled silently to myself and
>> watched amusedly as the nerds tried to find m-109 in Ursa Major.
>
> Sorry, but I took Astronomy in college. That's M109, M for Messier. Yes,
> even for the group of galaxies instead of the single galaxy.
>
I used to go to these "star parties". But your point is taken.
>> With the help of the ones using the computer-controlled scopes, soon the
>> whole group were gazing contentedly at the spiral galaxy.
>> I looked towards the east and noticed the first shine from the moon over
>> the mountains. In a few more minutes, the star partiers had noticed it
>> too.
>>
>> Cheesy Puff boy looked upset; "Dammit, there's the moon. Why's it always
>> have to spoil a night's viewing?"
>>
>> "Well, we could always look at that instead", said the girl with the
>> heady
>> aroma.
>>
>> "Why bother? It's not like there's anything special about it."
>>
>> Of course I was surprised by Cheesy Puff's statement and couldn't abide
>> it. So I changed back and then walked up to discuss the moon with him.
>> Perhaps I could persuade him to see things differently?
>
> Clothing? They could remember it for werewolf stories in ancient Rome, you
> should be able to remember it here.
>
Well....maybe I was wearing spandex shorts? I can fix it in the re-write ;)
>>
>> "How can you say it's not special? There must be some reason it's been in
>> so many poems. Plus we sent men there to walk on it." I smiled.
>>
>> He jumped a bit and probably figured I had come with one of the other
>> mini-van loads of sky watchers, as he didn't seem concerned that he
>> didn't
>> know me.
>>
>> "But it's been mapped and measured. We have a laser reflector and other
>> bits of early space exploration there. I'm not impressed", he sneered.
>>
>> I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it, "There's always more to be
>> discovered if you keep your mind open to new possibilities", I grinned.
>>
>> He looked a bit afraid, not that I wasn't used to that, and squirmed out
>> of my grasp. "Ow! Don't pinch, geeze!"
>>
>> I mumbled my apologies and strolled around casually chatting with the
>> nerds and gazing through various telescopes for a few more minutes.
>> Growing bored of them I decided to wander off and go chase some javelina.
>> As soon as I changed I smelled it on my paw; blood. It appeared that I'd
>> managed to scratch Cheesy Puff and draw a tiny bit of blood.
>>
>> Well, maybe now he'd have a better appreciation for the moon.
>>
>
> You need to set up the scratch, you know. Even if it's just mentioning
> that
> your nails are long and ragged when they're no longer claws, you need some
> setup for scratching him through his clothes while in human form.
>
Or imply more strongly that I was slightly shifted and that it involved
my hands, sure.
> You seem to have gotten a bit rushed, there at the end. Your spelling and
> punctuation got pretty erratic. Are you all right?
>
Define "all right". Mheh...
> Yours with some concern,
>
> The proofreading,
>
> Wanderer
>
> P.S.: Yes, I noticed the South Park reference. I'm just not a fan.
Hmmm? "cheesy Puffs"? Well at least you read it, thanks.
And neither am I. It's way to libertarian.
> "§ńühwöŁf" wrote in message news:jsd0lt$ns1$1...@dont-email.me...
>>
>> Wanderer wrote:
>> > That's actually a good story, Snuh. You should've posted it in the
>> > fur.stories section, but oh well...
>> >
>> Well thanks :) Not familiar with that forum/group...but since you
>> liked it
>> heres another...
>
> It's part of the alt.fur hierarchy on Critternet. Not a bad story this
> time
> either, but it feels a bit rushed... especially once you get past the
> halfway point and the spelling goes to pieces. A few minor problems and
> corrections as I proofread:
>
Well I bang these out in about half an hour or so. To me its more
>> Wanderer wrote:
>> > That's actually a good story, Snuh. You should've posted it in the
>> > fur.stories section, but oh well...
>> >
>> Well thanks :) Not familiar with that forum/group...but since you
>> liked it
>> heres another...
>
> It's part of the alt.fur hierarchy on Critternet. Not a bad story this
> time
> either, but it feels a bit rushed... especially once you get past the
> halfway point and the spelling goes to pieces. A few minor problems and
> corrections as I proofread:
>
important to "get it down" than to over think it. I have to shut off my
internal critic which is downright *abusive* just to make it happen. If
had an editor, they could clean it up for me afterwards. But until then
the important bit is just churning out the story :)
>>
>> -Star Party-
>>
>> I had decided to take a little camping trip to the Las Cienegas ranch to
>> enjoy the wonderful spring temps in the desert. I got to the park, which
>> had been purchased by the Bureau of Land Management and set aside as a
>> state-managed park.
>
> Las Cienegas is a National Conservation Area, so it's run by the Bureau of
> Land Management (BLM), a division of the U.S. Department of the Interior.
>
old hometown :)
enjoying my stories :)
I did consider your point at the time I was writing though and since my
internal critic was in his straight jacket; forged ahead :)
>> A coyote walked up and stole a ham-like sandwich from an open cooler left
>> unattended behind one of the mini-vans. I chuckled silently to myself and
>> watched amusedly as the nerds tried to find m-109 in Ursa Major.
>
> Sorry, but I took Astronomy in college. That's M109, M for Messier. Yes,
> even for the group of galaxies instead of the single galaxy.
>
>> With the help of the ones using the computer-controlled scopes, soon the
>> whole group were gazing contentedly at the spiral galaxy.
>> I looked towards the east and noticed the first shine from the moon over
>> the mountains. In a few more minutes, the star partiers had noticed it
>> too.
>>
>> Cheesy Puff boy looked upset; "Dammit, there's the moon. Why's it always
>> have to spoil a night's viewing?"
>>
>> "Well, we could always look at that instead", said the girl with the
>> heady
>> aroma.
>>
>> "Why bother? It's not like there's anything special about it."
>>
>> Of course I was surprised by Cheesy Puff's statement and couldn't abide
>> it. So I changed back and then walked up to discuss the moon with him.
>> Perhaps I could persuade him to see things differently?
>
> Clothing? They could remember it for werewolf stories in ancient Rome, you
> should be able to remember it here.
>
>>
>> "How can you say it's not special? There must be some reason it's been in
>> so many poems. Plus we sent men there to walk on it." I smiled.
>>
>> He jumped a bit and probably figured I had come with one of the other
>> mini-van loads of sky watchers, as he didn't seem concerned that he
>> didn't
>> know me.
>>
>> "But it's been mapped and measured. We have a laser reflector and other
>> bits of early space exploration there. I'm not impressed", he sneered.
>>
>> I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it, "There's always more to be
>> discovered if you keep your mind open to new possibilities", I grinned.
>>
>> He looked a bit afraid, not that I wasn't used to that, and squirmed out
>> of my grasp. "Ow! Don't pinch, geeze!"
>>
>> I mumbled my apologies and strolled around casually chatting with the
>> nerds and gazing through various telescopes for a few more minutes.
>> Growing bored of them I decided to wander off and go chase some javelina.
>> As soon as I changed I smelled it on my paw; blood. It appeared that I'd
>> managed to scratch Cheesy Puff and draw a tiny bit of blood.
>>
>> Well, maybe now he'd have a better appreciation for the moon.
>>
>
> You need to set up the scratch, you know. Even if it's just mentioning
> that
> your nails are long and ragged when they're no longer claws, you need some
> setup for scratching him through his clothes while in human form.
>
my hands, sure.
> You seem to have gotten a bit rushed, there at the end. Your spelling and
> punctuation got pretty erratic. Are you all right?
>
> Yours with some concern,
>
> The proofreading,
>
> Wanderer
>
> P.S.: Yes, I noticed the South Park reference. I'm just not a fan.
And neither am I. It's way to libertarian.
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