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Talk about something you can't put down. Talk about redefining the way you literally look at video games. It's really weird looking at my computer screen and having it just be all flat all over with nothing happening in the background. It hasn't given me a headache, and the two games I got (Nintendogs + Cats and Super Street Fighter IV) are highly engaging and worth the price, although not nearly as engaging as the system itself.

At this point it's like the iPhone before they introduced the App Store. If it's this awesome with only the content that came in the box-- AR Games, Find Mii, Play Coins-- what is this thing going to be like when they actually hit their stride?

So anyway, my new Universal Friend Code:
2449-4623-1708

I've got one. Do you? Let's be Friends!
I was a pretty early Twitter adopter, so I feel kinda dumb about not having had Formspring before this. Yell some dumb crap at me and let's see if I can give you a satisfactory answer! I'll post roundups of the good ones with their answers in future journals.

Gravidtron's Formspring Account: www.formspring.me/Gravidtron
One of PG-13's chief tragedies is the failure of its innovative updating system. When we started out, the system was set up to split the workload with the viewers: you send me a picture, I post one of my own as well. This idea might work a lot better in the Web 2.0 era, but working with plain HTML, I inevitably buckled under the tedious pressure of twice-weekly updates in such small chunks. Updates became basically quarterly for a while, and they became special events unto themselves-- every update was a new artist's coming-out party. Though the share-the-load tactic may not have panned out, its ultimate goal was achieved anyway. So many of the greatest artists and writers of this community are 'graduates' of PG-13-- no other website besides DeviantArt has come close.

Speaking as a Bokononist, I honestly feel that PG-13 was the wampeter of a magnificent karass-- the axis, that is, of a circle of people who are part of a design beyond our understanding. In my short time on this planet, it was the most concentrated collection of talented, wise, charismatic, skillful, and lovable people that I've ever been privileged to observe. Thankfully it can't be called a granfalloon, a false karass based on the one thing we all had in common-- the fetish-- because, of course, there were also plenty of unsavory people that none of us wanted anything to do with.

Everyone Else: Normally this comes last on the list, but here they have to be first, because there are far too many wonderful people I knew over the years who I've lost touch with but wanted to thank. If you don't see your name here but you remember me from PG-13, rest assured, I remember you too, and most likely fondly. This especially goes for the people whose presence on the site itself was low, but whom I've become much closer to outside of PG-13's influence.

Sliptide213: Easily my earliest and most fervent fan, and also a boundless well of ideas. I've had the privilege of a long friendship with him since the birth of the site, and through all the years he has retained such a preternatural understanding of sweetness and charm that he's usually the first person I go to to ask if something is cute.

Jack Cain: He was illegal. Seriously, when PG-13 started, he was actually under the age listed in the title. Not that we knew that, of course, we just thought he was a really dumb guy who could barely type. But, far from breeding contempt, our familiarity with Jack built affection, as he went from the dork with the Digimon signature file to one of our most trusted advisors and elders in the community. Sometimes you have to give people a chance to grow into the roles they were born for, and Jack knew it before any of us did.

:iconmr-jolted:Jolted A second wampeter of our mighty karass, Jolted was our most beloved and dedicated fan in the early years of PG-13, and everything we posted, everything I made, I eagerly awaited his reaction. In those early days he didn't draw or color, but he had such an infectious joy for what we were doing that it made it all worth sharing just to please him. Then he changed, becoming strongly disenchanted with PG-13 and the way I ran things (and who could blame him?). He was the founder of PG-13's first legacy site, the late and lamented Baby-Ball Mall, which took a completely different tactic than PG-13: most of its art was produced on commission. This made it hard to compete with, so I simply didn't bother for quite some time; eventually he lost interest and all the new art, as well as all the new artist friends he'd made, gravitated back to PG-13. Although it felt like a personal slight at the time, the Baby-Ball Mall was one of my favorite sites in our community's history, and for the first time I felt like I couldn't coast any more and needed to hustle to catch up. Thanks, J-bun.

:iconaxel-rosered:Axel Rosered: Axel's arrival on our site was tantamount to when video games jumped from 8-bit to 16-bit. There was still no actual competition, but somehow all of us artists suddenly found ourselves working a whole lot harder to keep up with the new standards. Some of us never did catch up with where he was from the start. Axel is raw, uncensored talent that cannot be contained by one genre or theme, which is why he mostly works in webcomics these days, but his arrival made us all feel like we were suddenly respectable.

:iconolympic-dames:Kaileigh Blue: It's cheating to say "what can be said," but what can be said about the one person who was so dedicated to our cause that I started a whole sequel site to share her voice? KB is an inspirational individual to know and be friends with, and though she's quick to write herself off as a simple attention whore, no one can ever say she fails to earn even a lick of it. Everyone in the community, not just the infamous sluggards like me, would give their four pinky digits to have the merest chunk of her ferocious work ethic. Not just the 'lone girl', but the lone ant in a colony of grasshoppers, yet she refuses to be influenced negatively by her peers. Though she may back this up with a public personality that frequently runs hot with attitude and sarcasm, I'm privileged to attest, through experience, that to know her is to love her.

Requiem: Req's art made its debut on the PG-13 message board. It was flat out the worst pregnancy art we'd ever seen, and everyone knew it-- even Req. Yet this was a wonderful thing for the site, because it was the final straw for KB, who took that opportunity to begin her career of kicking lousy artists' asses and making them want to improve. In the years since then Req has made such quantum leaps in his work that you'd never recognize him as the same artist today, and he'll always tell you that the reason was because  PG-13, unlike the gazillions of furry art and fetish art sites it had to contend with in its time and since, had a standard of excellence that we expected him and everyone else to live up to.

:iconsaburox:Saburo X: A genius. I don't use that word lightly, either. Saburo blew onto the scene in 2004 in a whirlwind of artistic talent and vision, quickly becoming everyone's favorite artist, and then proceeded to lead the march in praise of excellence, demonstrate astonishing humility and scruples in the face of that success, and basically kick ass at anything he's ever lifted a finger in the interest of doing. I want to say that more than anyone else, he's the successor to the spirit that built PG-13, but somehow that just doesn't seem like giving him enough credit. He's our reluctant chosen one, our Barack Obama, our Rodimus Prime; and despite our long friendship, I still feel honored and humbled when he says hi.

:icondarien-shields:Darien Shields: Look over the PG-13 message board archives and you'll see me and Darien fighting a lot and being rude and sarcastic to one another. This, I feel, is why Ayn Rand's perfect society could never work: people who are cleverer and more talented than their peers get used to having things their own way, and when you put them in a box with lots of that kind of people, such as a message board for creative perverts, there is inevitably a struggle for dominance that can destroy all the things they might have built on their own. Thankfully Darien and I have a genuine affection for one another under all the snark, which kept us civil enough to make things better and brighter than they could ever be on PG-13 without that connection. Sometimes blades can sharpen one another if you clash them just right, and I have always felt all the sharper for Darien's influence.

WicTMn: This is where everyone listed before says, who? This individual doesn't really have a name within the community: I call him Li'l Brudder. He was an early adopter on PG-13 under the other name, who followed the Jack Cain model of being younger and more obnoxious than the rest of us, and for many of us more forgettable for that reason. Yet he also made drastic steps to improve himself, much like Requiem before, gaining writing skill through experience, becoming a true master of worldbuilding and the Rule of Cool. It may have taken until after the site closed to complete, but he's a shining example of how a community content consumer can become a producer. I eagerly await the day he reveals himself to the community at large, for it is far overdue.

:iconssakurai:Steph Cherrywell: The very first day PG-13 went up, I was delighted to get a compliment on the Stuffed message board from its most standout regular artist. I suggested an art trade, and the next day received a lovely picture of Lum as a gift. That was the beginning of a friendship that's lasted ten years, five of which were spent together in my hometown as Steph and I job-hunted, talked politics and fandom, girlwatched, mall-walked, and most of all made each other laugh so hard we couldn't breathe. Many of my PG-13 friendships have become real-life friendships since then, e.g. KB and I doing San Diego Comic-Con together in '09, but Steph is the first one with whom it's become so much a part of me that sometimes I actually forget how it all started out. There's always a little hint of relevance in Steph's comics that reminds me, though, and I'm happy all over again that I started the site, if only because it helped me meet my best friend.

Mistress Fire-Hazard: In her first few mentions on the site, I called her "the real-life Lovin". And so she was, because our perky pregnant mascot Lovin was based on her in all ways, from her constantly flowing and shifting interests to her boundless affection for my stand-in, the inappropriately-named photographer Akira. We did sometimes disagree on the characters-- she would occasionally make suggestions for Lovin that portrayed her as downright slutty, a trait I never felt was in character. More than anything, though, she served as my model for womanhood itself: the character of Wilder from Ninpuchan was a reflection of MFH at her sweetest, while reluctant ally Sara reflected her at her coldest and most cutting. Brigadier Swirl shares MFH's ethnic makeup (half Irish, half Mexican), and her world was our joint creation, as were so many other things. Creation, wild frenetic unsustained creation, was our bond; whole worlds were born from the driver and passenger seat of her '97 Corolla. It was so much a part of us that, when finally got my driver's license at the shamefully late age of 28, I joked that without driving together so much, our marriage would be doomed the day I got my own car.

Busy, busy, busy....
It may be unwarranted, but I'm vain and have a huge ego. PG-13 is actually one of the things I'm pretty modest about, because I've always kept one thing in mind: if I hadn't done it, someone else would have. Heck, someone else DID, and he even beat me to it. It was simply something that the time was right for. This being said, whatever it was I was doing differently, people must have liked it a whole lot for PG-13 to have gotten any fans at all in its first few months of existence.

The website was originally hosted at Sexhound, a strange sort of porn-themed version of Geocities with a mascot who resembled Joe Camel crossed with Foofur. (This was in pre-spyware days, which is apparently what Sexhound is known for now.) It's bizarre to me now to think that I could once conceive of what I was doing as a "porn site", but at the time there wasn't really a lot of options-- I was used to working with Geocities and other free hosts, whose terms of service basically gave them the right to shut you down if they saw anything shaped like a nipple. Better, I thought, to err on the side of freedom.

Sexhound had a very peculiar user interface, in that going to their site sent you first to a splash page of ads, while a small popup window provided you with the real link to the site you were visiting. What was interesting about this was that it did not work. My Mac was able to handle it without trouble, but everyone else seemed to be able to visit the site maybe three times before Sexhound caught on that they were losing precious advertising eyeballs to actual content, oh horror, and stopped providing an URL that worked. The original url was anime.sexhound.net/pg13. (And no, you won't see  the "we've moved" message if you go there; Sexhound dried up along with  its advertising clientele, as all porn sites must.)

It should be noted that this was before the message board had been added to the site. PG-13 was only just barely 'interactive' in its earliest incarnation, in that one could conceivably e-mail me about it and expect an answer. Everyone who complained did so in a personal message, and so it felt like a request from trusted friends that I do something about it.

I considered my options; to stay at Sexhound, I would have to keep the entire site under 25 megabytes, abandon all my current friends, cater to an audience of exclusively porn-soliciting Mac users, and continue looking at splash pages of the most horrible flounder-faced grocery-sack-breasted desperate-for-modeling-work women every time I wished to check on my own page. There was no doubt about it, Sexhound was a mistake. Only one option was left: A different mistake!

pg13.web1000.com was the second URL. Web1000 too is gone by now, its URL now only redirecting to-- all together now! -- a porn site. This is hardly a surprise to anyone who was around during PG-13's Second Dark Age. Web1000 was much faster and had a higher storage limit than Sexhound, but it was ad-supported on every page. If you spent as much time reading my website as I did, you may still have the sound of that disgusting Flash banner ad memorized. "Looking for hot, hard porn? My friends and I have this great new website, ****.com. I love showing off on the Internet, and when I get cum all over my tits and pussy, I love knowing that you're watching." Jesus, people are trying to read a harmless Pokemon parody here, you cretins!

We moved to Dreamhost in February of 2001. At the time it cost thirty dollars a month to support the site without excess data transmission fees: today I have ten times that much data allotted per month, at a rate of ten dollars. God bless Moore's Law.

I realized two things about my site through this debacle. One, PG-13 could not be supported by advertising of any sort. The site had to be supported by its own fans, chief among them the site's biggest fan, me. Two, the idea of PG-13 as being primarily geared toward titillation was not only laughable, but had gone from a necessary evil to an utterly repugnant notion. If my own feelings about the fetish were something more complex than "Shwing", then other people had to feel the same way. That was when PG-13 acquired its rather obtuse subtitle "The Maieusiophilic Otaku's Mecca", for it had finally found itself; a site not just for pregnancy fetishists, but pregnancy fandom.

One of my first friends, and to this day also dearest, that I made at PG-13 was Steph Cherrywell, who later became my roommate, and bestie for many years afterward. One day at the mall, Steph inadvertently summed up the whole theme of PG-13 in a casual but stirring declaration: "You know, whenever I see a pretty ninpu like that out and around, I just wanna... marry her!"

It's not about the sex, procreational or recreational. it's not about the increased libido or breast size or improved orgasms. It's not even necessarily about physical pleasure at all. it's about holding hair back during morning sickness, 3 AM trips to the Circle K for chocolate milk, holding hands in the maternity ward. It's unconditional love for the women who deserve it the most, at the time when they need it most. PG-13 had found its happy thought and learned to fly.
Princess Annabelle was her name: much like Sleeping Beauty, she was cursed from birth by a jealous fairy, who prophesied that by her eighteenth year she would have "a heart as big as all outdoors... and a belly to match." For fear that their daughter would crush their whole country, the king and queen had her shut up in a tower so that she would never see the outdoors... but at least she had an internet connection and could share her wonderful secret with anyone who wanted to be friends!

That was the 'storyline' of Pregnant Princess. The initial conceit was to run the whole site 'in character', with Princess Annabelle treating every piece of artwork as if it were a photo she were hosting of one of her friends from the outside world, every story a selection from her personal library, every picture of Annabelle a self-portrait. What fun, I thought! What a unique way to run a site, and avoid the drama and strife that seems to follow all the other ones I read daily! Couldn't go wrong, could it!

We might well be celebrating the eleventh anniversary of Pregnant Princess, if it weren't for a regular at Cheviot's Place who later had a website of his own. He calls himself Pumpkinbelly; apparently entirely too many people interpreted that to mean that he was a pregnant woman himself, often jumping to the conclusion that Pumpkinbelly must be a slutty pregnant woman who loved having random people's babies, and all you had to do was ask... or worse, you didn't have to ask.

If a suggestive name alone garnered that much negative attention, then I shuddered to think what element I'd be attracting by actually identifying myself as Annabelle and talking about counting baby kicks all day. Pregnant Princess was put down, its small number of illustrations shelved, and I spent a few months preparing for "the site" as it was now namelessly referred to.

In the middle of my disappointment, a new site appeared to assuage my sadness-- PGN Network, helmed by my equally talented and equally industrious comrade-in-arms, TPD (The Pregnant Drawer). PGN was a great site, but came with a few layout problems; it had more site redesigns and name changes in ten months than PG-13 had in ten years. There might never have been a PG-13 if I had been satisfied with PGN, but I was a whiny little kid who wanted to have things his own way, and was determined not to let this stand in my way.

PGN made one major contribution to what PG-13 would eventually become: the single-page comic story "Pregamon", which touched not at all on what its title suggests, was influential by example. Years later I asked TPD what he had in mind if the comic had continued, and he said he didn't remember. What I'd had in mind, though, was what eventually became Ninpuchan, the site's continuing story series.

Watching curiously as all of this took place was The Girl. She didn't have an Internet handle at the time, and wouldn't have one for several months after the site was first debuted. Yet that seemed unfair, because we were each other's world. Despite frequent arguments that always boiled down to "I couldn't find you," we were one of the most affectionate couples that many people in our social circle had ever seen. Wherever we went, riding in in the same car, sleeping in the same bed, we would spend hour after happy hour weaving new creations together: ideas for comics, for novels, for movie scripts and cartoon storyboards, introducing each other to our dearest inspirations and taking them in new and different directions. Though we had no children, it felt like we had millions, each with recognizable parts of both of us visible in their faces. We did everything together-- why stop now?

She asked for a picture of herself in a kimono. I drew it, and then drew another one pregnant just for myself; she liked the pregnant one better. That was often the case; the very first time I drew a pregnant version of her, she said she hoped she would be as beautiful and content when she was pregnant for real. My warmest feelings for her always showed on the paper in those scenes--but this one was special.

"What would my name be in Japanese?" she asked.

"The same," I said. "Although it could be mispronounced 'Lovin' in some accents." She laughed. "Quite appropriately, too," I added.

And there she was, our mascot, our character hook. There was no need to pretend to be a girl when there was a real one who was eager to be our mascot, pregnant in real life or not. Excitement was in the air! New pictures flew from my pen, the best pictures of girls I'd ever drawn-- I once described my art style as the worst possible cross between Dragon Ball Z and Life In Hell, but these images were light years ahead of what I'd drawn in high school, or my previous site, or anywhere else.

Both of us had left college. I'd just gotten a job at a movie theater, wanting some life experience-- that date was fast arriving, but I was too jazzed about this new path my art was taking to slow down. I found a free internet service provider that didn't care if I uploaded non-G-rated material, and after a brief amount of waffling whether to call it "PG-13" or "PG-Thirteen", thundercats were go.

Content was prepped. Ties were straightened. Jupiter was aligned with  Pluto. On 6-29-00, PG-13 was born, with five pictures and the first chapter of Ninpuchan. Links were posted on Cheviot's Place and the Stuffed message board; I don't believe we were ever linked on Wren-Spot.

We had a site. Now all we needed was a family.

(reposted from Relevant Content)
It's strange to think that it was ten years ago that I launched a project that, for better or for worse, has been the axis of my life ever since. Whether you were there from the beginning or found the archived site too late for any updates, it's still connected with me. It was never lucrative, never brought me fame, never even necessarily made me a better person or provided a valuable lesson; that's OK. From the start it was about one thing-- making friends and sharing something special that we didn't get to celebrate anywhere else. That's why I'm still proud to say I was the PG-13 guy.

I was twenty years old in 2000. I was dating a woman the same age, and same limited level of competence, and we both agreed that having kids wasn't an option at the moment (although she occasionally accused me of wanting her to get pregnant anyway). Still, she was open to my ideas; I would draw pregnant characters and she'd be amused, I'd draw her pregnant and she'd be even more amused, we'd roleplay as our own characters over the phone and there'd always be something relevant to my interests. Apart from a few early spots of confusion about what I was attracted to (the belly, dammit, not the actual fetus), it didn't take her long to realize that this wasn't just a prank or a kink to keep to the bedroom, it was a part of my personality that needed to be expressed.

In 2000 there were four major websites to visit regarding this fetish. Cheviot's Place was of course the name brand, and the only one that's still around; I still think of it as top of the heap to this day, though sites that exceed it in activity have come and gone. Then there was Wren-Spot, now long gone, a central location for expansion fetishes of all kinds, which had lots and lots and lots of breast expansion and one precious page of pregnancy-themed stories and art. Third was the long-lamented Stuffed! (later Stuffed Online), which was described at Wren-Spot as "not really weight gain, more of a binge-eating site". Although not technically pregnancy, it was certainly a shared subfetish for many if not most of us, and in fact most of my early audience was drawn from there. The fourth was, like Stuffed, not specifically pregnancy themed, but possibly the most beloved of the four to our core audience: Alumineko's Balloon-Bomb, the Engrish-rich Japanese site whose adorable mascot Miss China got more pregnant, or maybe more inflated (we couldn't tell), with every 100,000 hits.

(Soon there was also PGN, later known as Manga Bellies and a few other names. More on that later.)

I'd already had a website. It's long gone now, fallen to the same process of people going their own way as every other website does-- no website lasts forever, unless it either has paid content, or a webmaster with a pathological drive to update that I sadly don't possess. (See date of last Relevant Content post.) What's relevant about that website is that my friends and I would write stories about our shared universe of characters, and illustrate them, and write poems and song parodies, and basically do everything except comics, which were beyond our ability at high school age. My friends were young and naive, just like me, but they weren't blind-- they saw how often a certain recurring theme crept into my work. Sometimes lovingly detailed, sometimes intentionally tossed in as quick author appeal, but it was hard to ignore the fact that I kept making references to characters getting or wanting to be pregnant. They were polite about it, but my self-consciousness grew until I felt that I needed to start getting this stuff out of my head elsewhere, or else it would infect everything I do and ruin it.

I would have begun right there and then-- if there had been a place to do so! Cheviot's Place had always been more of a site for compulsive collectors, men who forage the internet constantly and hoard vast multiterabyte hard drives of thousands and thousands of pictures of pregnant pornography, some featuring women photographed carrying children who might at this very moment be seeing a doctor about their triglycerides. Wren-Spot was a little better, but pregnancy was such a low priority on its list that it seemed like anything written for it would take forever to appear, if it ever did. At the time Stuffed! was my favorite site, updated frequently with a lot of content from a lot of different points of view, but it felt selfish to try to cram in a fetish that the site wasn't about. (Many others didn't share my view, the site eventually evaporated due to furry drama over the inclusion of male subjects.) And of course Alumineko's site would be impossible to share anything with; I once spent a few futile hours trying to translate one of his stories with Babelfish, and all I learned was that "Japanese Parsley" was apparently slang for the pudenda.

Cheviot's was too pornographic, Wren's content was too irrelevant, Stuffed was too furry, and Al-Cat was too foreign. The only thing to do was start my own.

So I started a website, on paper; I laid out the thumbnails for how I wanted it to look, deciding on a three-column format to keep things simple. In the days of Geocities, one only needed to know simple tags like 'table' and 'blink' to make a professional-looking website, or at least professional-looking when you're just out of high school. I took all the pregnancy-themed stories I'd been tossing back and forth with my girlfriend, my favorite cartoon characters that I most wanted to see pregnant, and started drawing. At the time they were the best drawings I'd ever made. (Some would say I never really progressed past that milestone, either.) After much planning, debate, and discussion, my all new website was ready.

This website was called, of course, Pregnant Princess.

More about that next time.

(Reposted from Relevant Content)
I love Relevant Content.

Relevant Content has reminded me of a lesson that I had forgotten for too long: being a dedicated weirdo is FUN. Pregnancy is an everyday, trivial concept, taken for granted by most, and taking such interest in it-- or any fetish-- makes one feel very special. Anything that makes it less fun is just a challenge to overcome, making the little pleasures all the sweeter.  

I love being a part of the community that I like to think I helped to create. I love giving people a pulpit to preach from. I love Saburo's perpetually testy tone and Max's jaunty facetiousness, Lyze's shy brilliance, and especially KB's palpable ambivalence-- her posts dance seamlessly between world-weary bitterness and unbridled glee, sometimes within the same paragraph. Sometimes it feels like we're all angry all the time, but it's such a joyful anger that it could never lead to harm.

If you haven't visited it yet, Relevant Content is the sequel to PG-13: a blog for maieusio/gravidophiles and some related perversions. It opened at the beginning of October and it feels like we're off to a terrific start. Here's some of my favorite things we've done so far:

What Kind Of M Are You? Saburo's vitriolic screed against the leeching hordes of DeviantArt and Expansion Mansion.

Writing Help: Lyze presents several habits of highly effective fetish fiction writers.

A Relevant Thesaurus: I guide the RC crew through a list of words that are seen very often in this community and we decide which ones should be used more often and which less.

The PG Artist Disease: KB points out an insidious habit of artists in the community that we may not even be aware of. Keep this in mind when making use of her comprehensive how-to-draw guides, seen here and here!

I Want Twins: KB proves she's a real girl-- and a real person.

Relevant Content is relevant to your interests. Hope to see you there.
No, I will NOT activate your PG-13 account.

I direct you to :iconsaburox:. His bitter spite against the one we nicknamed "Mary Suepreme" is the reason that you can't read Miss Mars for free anymore, so I'm putting the responsibility on his head.
So the mighty mighty [[Galago]] drew something for me by my request; the awesome picture of the Flatwoods Monster on his site was for me.

New power come with PRICE....

Because I accepted his offer, I must offer it to my own readers; I'll do ten sketches, one per person, on request. I reserve the right to say 'no', but I will eventually do something for you if the spots don't fill up first. These are just sketches, though, so you'll see them in the Scraps area when you see them.

So make with the drawing ideas!
Apparently I've been hit with one of those things where you have to tell the world six things they probably don't know about you. I'll humor it this time, but I won't pass it along like cooties or anything. Anyone who wants to do one of these should do so, whether or not they're being obligated to do so by peer pressure.

1. I've never been stung by a honeybee. I've been stung by bumblebees, though, which makes for retarded comments like "It can't be a beesting, there's no stinger in it." Many school nurses are apparently unaware that bumblebees don't lose their stings.

2. I am the inventor of the "s'that". A s'that is much like a s'more, except that instead of a toasted marshmallow, you substitute a square of American cheese, and microwave it for ten seconds instead of roasting it over a fire. A s'more got its name because when you have one, you'll want s'more; a s'that gets its name because, when your friends see you eating one, they'll say, "What's THAT?"

3. Most people know my three major fandoms; Transformers, Mega Man, and MST3K. You probably didn't know, however, that I'm a great admirer of the works of Carl Barks, creator of Scrooge McDuck, and by extension also the derivative works of Don Rosa. I'm not such a big DuckTales fan, but even through the lens of the TV camera, Barks's brilliance shines through.

4. When I work, I regularly dust my legs with cornstarch to prevent chapping. If I fail to do this, I get a condition that we call "baconlegs". It's very painful, and Gold Bond Medicated Powder makes it EXCRUCIATING, so the only thing to do is avoid it in the first place.

5. Last month I finally cut my hair-- it had been down to my waist again, but now it's an Eton flop that just covers my ears. My girlfriend likes this hairstyle a lot because it brings out the lighter blond tones in my hair; when I had my ponytail, it looked almost brown because of the way it was pulled back.

6. I have a comic strip on ComicGenesis. I haven't made it public in the community because I don't want to have people watching it and getting frustrated because nothing maieusiophilic is happening. All the people that I know who I'd like to read it are already reading it.

Amazingly, I really am just a person like you, the one who's reading this. I type this at a computer like yours, and frequently get up from the computer to lead a completely separate life, just like you do. Sometimes it's important to acknowledge this about the voices we see through the screen.
...what happened to the PG-13 message board.

Those of you who visit regularly will remember that I had cause to ban Oryan, who was calling people nazis and religious nuts because one person made a comment about the bare breasts featured in one of his pictures. When I asked him to stop calling people names, and he refused, I banned him for acting like a fourteen-year-old.

It's fairly obvious now that he IS a fourteen-year-old, because he went to 4Chan and tried to incite a mass invasion of my message board by spammers and so forth. His message was mocked and quickly taken down and he was banned (wow, again!), but I took the message board down for a while to throw off the ones who were stupid enough to persist for shits and giggles.

The board will be back up soon, I imagine.
So I loved Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door. As did just about everyone else with a Gamecube. It was such an improvement on the original, I could easily see just making another game on that very same engine and everyone would be happy. So! I'm going to try it myself, by writing a Paper Mario fanfic, a new game in story format. The story itself, as well as art from it, will be posted here. Right now there's some character profiles, but later hopefully there'll be a story to read if I don't lose interest immediately like I usually do. I hope you enjoy, and I hope I complete, "Paper Mario: The Skeleton Keystone."
I went through the tiny notebooks we keep around to draw on in emergencies, and scanned all the best stuff. It's now waiting for your perusal in my Scraps section.

Most of what I've drawn in these was drawn while waiting for meals in restaurants. Hunger seems to stimulate my art gland. All of them are in GIF format, which means you gotta hit the little download arrow to see them, otherwise you'll just see my little gif icon. Hope you enjoy them.