Kandrel's Cabal of Canine Creations

Kandrel's Cabal of Canine Creations

Kandrel

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Story idea	[Jan. 2nd, 2011\|12:01 pm] Kandrel
Right, getting this out of the system before the memory fades. Young person, some late teens early twenties, bookish reader rather than any kind of adventurer or jock. Happens upon a book. The book is about some ancient warlord/murderer/magician/god, the old book isn't really clear on that fact. The person is amused because the book lists his home town as the "burial site" of the old creature. He's surprised it isn't some local tale or urban legend, but instead has been completely forgotten. On a whim, he starts to follow the clues the book lays out, finding old, decayed foundations where once had been a church or a house, etc... Finally, he finds the "grave site", whatever that happens to be, and follows instructions in the book. He manages to wake the old creature (for some reason, in my dream it was named "Tsampikos" after an artist in my FA list. Apparently that was "ancient and weird" enough for my mind.) In doing so the young person absorbs the "essence" of the old evil. Thus begins the story proper. The young person, having realized that alot of the mystecism in the book is real, flees, leaving his old life behind. This is because the book also lists an order of warrior monks who would hunt him (the "abomination") down. First, the young person hunts down an old priest, the descendant of the author of the book. By the time he arrives, the old priest is being laid upon his bier, no more than a few days dead. When the young person arrives though, the priest awakens, regardless of his rather dead condition. Much religious mumbo-jumbo ensues from the rest of the old priest's chantry (or whatever it was, I'm running out of nouns here.) This includes one unassuming seeker who is one of that warrior monk order. With the dead priest's help, the person starts to decode the more obtuse portions of the book. After a few days, the priest lays back on his bier and dies properly, while the young person flees again when he realizes that the warrior monks really exist and have noticed him. The rest of the story is his flight, and how he uses the power of the old dead creature that he's absorbed to kill what he considers the evil-doers of his time. This is as far as the dream properly went. I woke up here. I figure all the above is enough to get a good story started though. A few of the specific details: This was modern-time in the dream, but I think it'll work better with a steampunk theme/time period. Also, there was some corporation theme involved too, but it started a lot earlier in the dream and my memory of it is a lot more vague. The corporation had done something so "I" was planning to leave home before the "evil being" theme even introduced itself, but fuck if I can remember what. The earliest I can properly remember is laying on top of a heap of wood mulch with a backpack and a radio that was conveniently playing their plans to find me and "dispose" of me. Dreams are so classy like that, aren't they? Anyway, I'm using Unciaa's computer to write this since our laptop's down in their den with another pair of sleeping furs, so I'm going to leave it there. That should be enough to come back to.
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The Upcoming Trip

[Nov. 11th, 2010|04:08 pm]

Kandrel

[	music	\|	Almost Easy - A7X	]
[	mood	\|	cheerful	]

-- Attention San Francisco! --

We're flying into the area during the week before Further Confusion, and we'd love to meet up. I know a few of you are Cali-furs, but I'm not sure which of you live in that area, and who might be interested. We're especially interested if anyone wouldn't mind putting us up for a few nights while we're there so we can avoid hoteling it.

Leave me a note here, or if you've got my IMs, contact me there. Even if don't live in the area, though, poke me with a stick if you're going to be at FC.

There is more news on the writing front, but I'm not sure how much of that I can share (or not) yet. Stay tuned.

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The Mind Game

[Sep. 30th, 2010|11:43 am]

Kandrel

[	music	\|	Pretty Tied Up - Guns and Roses	]
[	Current Location	\|	Work	]
[	mood	\|	artistic	]

Hallo again, all you fuzzy little bags of fluff and liquid love!

P.S. Listening to Guns and Roses' "Pretty Tied Up" takes on a whole new meaning when you're a fox. "Pretty tied up, hanging upside-down!" Mmmm... Okay, dammit, I know I just spent a whole post saying that the physical is just a scene, but that's a scene I want in on!

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Unfit

[Aug. 20th, 2010|01:15 pm]

Kandrel

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Sooo, just got an email from the guys over at Bad Dog Books. Turns out they like that story I wrote not too long ago, the dark, gritty one that made me feel like I needed a shower after each edit pass. In fact, they like it enough that they've accepted it for publication in Roar #3.

Wooo!

So it turns out that I'm capable of writing a story that isn't directly related to explicit pornography. Plus, when it's printed, I'll have something I can actually show my family. This really does make me happy.

Thanks to those of you who were kind enough to give me opinions and edits before I submitted.

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The Sun in Cyprus

[Jul. 20th, 2010|11:46 am]

Kandrel

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Cyprus is filled with many neat things. Many of these neat things do, in fact, make foxes go "squee". I squee'd quite a bit, to the extent that my squee muscles are a little sore. For example, waterslides that shoot you out of the end at thirty five miles per hour are squee-worthy, but the hydroplaning has given me bruises to remember it by.

There are other objects in Cyprus as well, some of which are disagreeable. One such is the bathus bathus antagonii, or, in the common parlance, the common house bath. Foxes don't have any problems with house baths, in general, but it's a well known fact that lizards (especially the sungazer variety of lizards) view bathus bathus as their mortal enemies. In his first encounter with the house bath in the apartment we stayed in, my own lizard performed a flawless reverse spinning flip-kick to the bath. Unfortunately, the common house bath is made of fibreglass, porcelain, and plastic laid over reinforced concrete. The lizard emerged much worse for the wear, with his foot bruised and a cut between two toes. We were still able to enjoy most of the activities we had planned (mostly including lounging around and reading in the sun) but I did have the dubious pleasure of watching him limp everywhere we decided to walk.

Otherwise, the place was beautiful. It was gorgeously hot at all times, the sun was beautiful, the food was decent, and the company was impeccable. The only thing I found myself missing was the community aspect of being online, but even then there was something to be said for "turning off" for a bit.

Anyway, I'm back!

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Cyprus Fox	[Jul. 12th, 2010\|01:19 pm] Kandrel
I worship tha sun. orz Back in a week!
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Crass commercialism

[May. 16th, 2010|09:04 pm]

Kandrel

[	Current Location	\|	Cloud 8	]
[	mood	\|	Writerly	]

So the fox finally forfeited to the siren's call of currency. It wasn't a long battle, to be honest, I'd always wondered how a writing commission would actually work out. As luck would have it, the answer is "surprisingly well" I've just finished the first commission for the loverly Femukki, and the result astounded me with how easily it wrote itself!

For those of you who would enjoy a view, I must warn you that it includes some rather kinky material. Viewer discretion is advised. I'm careful that I don't over-indulge the kinks, but they exist, nonetheless.

The Sofurry version.

Its Furaffinity counterpart.

To that end, I must say that working with Femukki was a wonderful experience. I can only hope that future commissioners are as free with artistic license as she was. I don't believe she has a livejournal, so I have no way to link to her here, but if anyone receives a request from her for commissioned work, I can attest to her generous treatment of me as a writer.

As always, enjoy, I know I did!

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Writing	[Apr. 2nd, 2010\|10:51 pm] Kandrel
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A humble request

[Mar. 15th, 2010|03:22 pm]

Kandrel

[	mood	\|	Helpful	]
[	Current Location	\|	Cock	]

Dear developers of the world:

Hi. I'm sure you've met me before, or at least someone like me. I'm the person who shows up with a button I pushed, or a link I clicked, or a place where I pressed "enter", and all your pretty code went directly to cock. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. I'll even repeat it for you, and show you exactly how it went to cock, and maybe, if I feel I've got a firm handle on it, I might even tell you why it went to cock. I try to be a helpful guy like that.

Well, you'll take a look at it, nod sagely, and agree with me. Yup, when I click there, it quite definitely did all go to cock. Yes indeed. But, you might say, if I were to click over there and right here instead, it'll do the same thing. Sorted. Jobs a good 'un. Dust your hands and get back to work. Right?

No.

No no no no fucking no. Turn and face me, you monitor-tanned spawn of Borland. You're wrong. If I had a newspaper, I'd smack your nose with it. If I were in front of you, I'd rub your face against your compiler window until you smelled it. I know there's a workaround, I've used your product for (quite likely) longer than you have. Fuck, I can hop into your precious database and make it look like I want to without even touching your beloved user interface. I don't need that button. I do, however, have an infinite number of monkeys pounding on an infinite number of keyboards, and we call them "customers." Because of the law of averages, there are going to be customers who click on your little mistake, and when it goes (as we all agreed) to cock, they call me. My phone is ringing off the hook because of this cock-going. In fact, if you were to re-label my department "Cock", you wouldn't be far off, because your product seems to come here often!

I want to introduce you to a new acronym that I, in all of my internet-granted wisdom, am creating. The acronym is (drumroll please)

I I S I S W

This stands for "If It's There, It Should Work." Now, this is actually a magic little acronym, and I invite you to investigate its many flavors. In fact, this acronym is so powerful that it actually gives you a choice. Isn't that nice? Good little acronym! If you read it carefully, you'll see that if you choose not to fix that little fucking button that generates all the holidays in the land of cock, you could just remove it. Isn't that simple? Ain't that great? That means that if it's not there, you don't have to fix it! My little acronym friend and I have just miraculously saved you a load of time! Go take a jog, or have lunch. I hear there's a new girl in accounting, ask her out to a date! Fuck, buy a wing-suit and base jump from the top of our office building, I'm all for it!

But I promise you, Mr. Developer, if you tell me to just use the workaround one more fucking time, I will take you around the shed and introduce you to another acronym of mine. His name is shotgun, and I'll tell you a little secret, he's not actually an acronym.

-Your loving fox, Kandrel.

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Operation: Squishy Gryphon is go!

[Mar. 2nd, 2010|09:53 am]

Kandrel

[	music	\|	Beetles. All of it. Yes, all of it.	]
[	Current Location	\|	Work	]
[	mood	\|	awake	]

For those of you who may still be wondering why I continue to work at the place I'm at, even though I'm underpaid and a little over-stressed, I present the subject above. This is the name of a project at work, and no, I'd rather let your imagination figure out what it's goal is. In addition, we constantly talk about strangling weasels and ferrets because they just won't behave, and every few hours there's a conference behind someone's desk to see some silly retro thing from sesame street or old Saturday Morning Cartoons they've found. Just today, one of my coworkers informed me that he's taught his four year old daughter that a "Fox" is a standard unit of awesome, so when she likes something, she's likely to say that it's "Two and a half foxes of awesome!"

On an unrelated note, this weekend ended much better than it started. For all that the guys at Lan Raiders tried to put on a good show, the lack of a reliable internet connection shot the LAN dead. There were only two games at the LAN that would play reliably, and neither of them were really on my top-ten list of games I wanted to play cooperatively in a room full of other geeks like me. Thanks to the guys at Lan Raiders for trying, because the effort was definitely there, but when all their plans revolve around Steam, a dead connection is a dead LAN party. I knew that by the time they'd broken out the N64 Emulator and were handing around controllers that the event had expired.

The rest of the weekend went well, though. I finished Mass Effect again, and have now really started into the second, with important decisions made that should carry over.

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