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It seems like only yesterday he was offending and horrifying everyone with this monthly star signs, but yesterday marked the three year anniversary of his death. He was a good mate and if I had to describe him it would be like a partner in crime.
Always there to share a good laugh, poke fun at the butthurt and generally amuse everyone and anyone who spent five minutes or more reading his page.
He was 31 when he died, feels a bit surreal as I'm now at the same age, I feel fitter, healthier and happier than I have ever done in the past, but it was still brought home to me, you never know what life may through at you (found out last week a mate from school died too, killed on the very first leg of a round the world trip he was doing with his wife).
However the point of this journal is not meant to be angst ridden, what ifs don't bother me, they never have, because it's just speculation and wasted time when wondering what might be if things were different. However I'm getting off the point...
The point is this, Vynnx had a very dry/black sense of humour which was one of the reason he was so likeable, every joke he told came with varying degrees of smut, except for one. This one joke he told a mere three months before he died and it's the one I always remember when I think of him and I'd like to share it with those of your who haven't heard it before; I guarantee it will have you "Awwwing" at the end of it. 
Rest in peace mate, we still think of you. 
The following story/joke was forwarded to me by my friend and fellow deviant ~TibodinJay (to which I must apologize for not responding to his email. I'm sorry). Now anyone who knows me knows that I am not a religious man but what follows has more to do with nature of friendship and what a good friend is, at least imho. Plus I thought it was a cool little story.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered. 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered. 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump.'
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
Where did all the sculpts go?
So where did all the sculpts go? Great question! Turns out the "Opt-Out" on DA doesn't do a damn thing when it comes to individuals scrapping your work, it just prevents third party use (apparently...). Doesn't help that I found a ton of my stuff (which I always thought as being too photographically clunky to be of interest) has found it's way into the Data scrape-bucket of a database. I'm sure it would have been quicker just to delete my gallery, but really, what's the point? I don't know what the future holds, I don't know how this digusting AI mess will end (but I'm hopeful for severe consequences and legislation). Above all else deleting doesn't send a message, this does, even a small one, but I do recall a saying about all Evil needing to triump was for people to do nothing, so.... If I upload anywhere from now on it probably won't be here (but who can say, the future is fickle beast), it will however be shaded and glazed, because I'll be damned if I'm going to make life easy
Third time's the charm....I think.
But whose counting anyway, it doesn't matter (srsly, please don't count, it's probably been way....longer). Anyways, hope everyone is safe, I finally went self-employed, much happier, doing the things I enjoy again, cracked hip, no longer cracked, dislocated shoulder finally healed and my long head of tricep is working again. I've got tons of lifting to get my body back to it's previous form, but as always got a "little" carried away doing legs and spent the next week walking around like I was wearing the world's most unstable, invisible high heels. My family were very sympathetic and laughed, and laughed and laughed.... (ಠ_ಠ) I'll be trying to have a go at some 3D work, I've had Z-brush a few years but haven't used it beyond a bit of sculpt tweaking for computer game mods, like custom armours in skyrim....weird I never thought to upload any here, but probably because 98% of them are fan service for views (Oh God I feel so dirty.....). Not had my jabs yet, but I'm on the waiting
Er, hi! I'm back and life got interesting fast!
Over a year, didn't realize it had been so long.
Well, before getting on to the apologies, I thought I'd give you a quick break down of what's been happening and why I've been little more than a Ghost.
- I left my job, it was destroying me inside and I hated it.
- Puppies all doing well.
- Went to new scientist expo in London, it was awesome.
- Bitten THREE more times by false widow spiders!
- Epic 2 week holiday in Japan.
- Still no spider powers, only concussion from running into walls. :C
- Still single (but no shortage of crazy people with husbands, they "forget" to tell you about).
- Still looking at moving off the island, but NOW I'm
Damn it's dusty in here....
So, puppies.....
Honestly, if you don't watch them, they grow.
And grow....
And grow....
All in new and very loving homes, I got to see the little boy above last weekend, he remembered me (be warned, I go into baby talk mode).
So with puppies all successfully reared, homed and all the frustration dealt with at work, I finally feel like a Yeti post chest wax.
Sore, but like my skin can breath again.
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I never got to talk to Vynnx really but I loved seeing his comments around the place.
That's a lovely story and I think it's a great memory to have of someone.
That's a lovely story and I think it's a great memory to have of someone.