They are Dandy!

And handy!

(Because they go on your hand, duh.)

Buy one now! Or don’t! Who knows!?

Roses are red.

Just like my blood.

It drains down my hands.

Like sticky, sticky crud.

Won’t you listen.

And please take note?

I think I’ve solved…

the message in my boat.

~Jessica Spinster’s Other Sister.

Furcadia has received a fantastic endorsement today.

From the depths of Cybertron, Optimus Prime has stepped forward to Endorse Furcadia.

Why? For what? Nobody knows. The illusive leader of the Autobots informed the world at large today that he was going to be endorsing Furcadia, and then he quietly slid back into the shadows, much like Nite Myste after a huge binge drinking bender.

In recognition of the free Press, Furcadia has put together the following interface change in an attempt to increase recognition.

The less said, the better.

That’s the motto of the newest fad in Furcadia. Now instead of Paraposting, people are trying to post as little as possible. I stumbled upon El Borracho and The Other Guy practicing this very principle.

El Borracho nods.

The Other Guy yawns.

El Borracho blinks.

The Other Guy: Huh?

El Borracho: I win!

The Other Guy shrugs.

Paraposters are rallying as we speak to combat this, “Heinous affront to Roleplaying that is categorized by the subjection to ordinary and ocular-seizing Aud-favoring distress. We’re holding forth our bylaws and our forefather’s rights when we stand up and attest to the fact that there should, and always will be, only one proper context for roleplay. In the end of the struggle and at the beginning of the night, all men will understand that it is to this purpose and no other that we dedicate that which we hold faithful and true…”

The said more stuff for a few more hours that we didn’t bother listening to.

Felorin’s Birthday Party, (held earlier this week) was a big hit with the Furcadia Crowds.

Everyone who was anyone got an invitation, and even some people who weren’t invited managed to slip in past security.

Normally Felorin’s against booze; he’d prefer a simple elegant dinner, but he didn’t get to plan his own Party. Gar came in and tossed one hell of a shindig that ended just before dawn. DEP’s lawn took almost a full 3 days to clean up, and Gar is still having headaches from the drinking he did.

Emerald Flame presented Felorin with a new Kimono that he’s not allowed to wear in public by court order.

Gar got him a spiffy new collar, which actually shocks Felorin whenever he tries to leave the house. Gar thought it was hilarious until Felorin managed to lock it on him. Gar’s still in his room, hiding out after the horrible shocking he took.

Pouncer and Talzhemir teamed up to get him a cake with a dancing furre in it. Unfortunately, that dancing Furre was Kamose, and all she did was talk about the various culinary laws that were being broken, and everyone groaned for half the night.

All in all, though, it was a great party.

Why didn’t I see you there?