I got an error message when I tried to submit part 2 of this story at Poe TV. No doubt I was doing something wrong, as the person right after me managed to submit multiple parts.
This is the same story that was covered a few weeks back on This American Life. Here's a link to that story, followed by the summary from thisamericanlife.org:
The good news is that I got confirmation that the laptop I bought for my son made it over there just fine.
The bad news? She claims he already has one and doesn't want mine and furthermore has revealed to me that she is now some kind of Muslim fundamentalist.
She literally sent me a list of rules of things I'm not allowed to talk about with him. This includes speaking poorly of any religion or religious figure, not condoning co-habitation or premarital relationships (which means specifically that she does not want me to talk about my girlfriend of 11 years that he has a half brother from) and not condoning or appearing to condone same sex relationships of any kind.
So I got my grant and I am enrolled full time in welding school. No lab fees or nothing. I completely maxed out the entrance exam (I am literate!) and I knocked some dead-beat out of the waiting list. The rub is that I have to drive there 5 days a week, and the hours are 7:30am - 6pm with a 40ish minute commute each way. That really limits my job prospects and I currently have no real income to pay for things like gas (to get there) and food (to keep me alive). I might not even go at this point! Fuck!
Obligatory pun subtitle: My four hours in a giant hot wet pussy.
Apparently I'm suffering from digital hypergraphy, so I'll share some moments in the past. Mascots and fursuits seem to be one of the symbols of fandom gone wrong, so I'll share with you my brief outsider-experience wearing one. It was a professionally made one for corporate promo, but it was for an anime con, so I guess that's close enough to the real thing.
Prologue:
It's a Sunday morning, a little different than usual because I'm situated in a forest, having just finished a shower and recovering from a fairly pleasant set of drinks the night before. Things are peaceful when I get the text from S:
