So last night I was all excited because I can finally start putting stuff up on DA again as I have a scanner. Well, I go up stairs from my basement for a few minutes to grab a beer and talk to my room mate; I go back down to the basement to continue with the scanning and my dog comes around the corner with the look of shame within his eyes and his tail tucked between his legs... he only does this whe he knows he fucked up. So I get to the bottom of the stairs and before my eyes is about a good half of my work from the past 12 years on the ground torn to shreds.

Needless to say, I had to put fourth an EXTREME amount of restraint to not get arrested for cruelty to animals at that point... Luckily I had gotten a good majority of the stuff I wanted up on here scanned, but I truly feel like a part of me was lost in that. Point of the matter is that I should have some newer stuff on here in the next couple of days, but the sad part is that I no longer have the physical works themselves, I seriously felt like puking, and still kind of do
P.S. I will be going through and updating the works that I have up on here stating which ones were lost...