This About That

Perfesser Bear

Not much here yet, I'm still feeling it out. I had a Blogger account years ago, but time and neglect let it slip away.

Now that I'm 'retired' and I might be able to dedicate a little more time to it, I'll be able to keep up before I lose it again.

Just measuring the windows for curtains... or tinfoil.

Who am I? A wannabe pundit. Sometimes I write stories about people who evolved from mammals other than apes, the Fur World stories. I write doggerel poetry and take lousy photographs. I want to eventually move all of it over here, as the websites I've been posting it on have become progressively toxic.

You may like the stuff I produce; you may hate it. I'm not putting a gun to your head to look at it. I'm interested in your opinions, but if you get abusive, I'll pull the lever on you. I'm my own boss; you can't pull my strings.

We'll see what happens.

--Perfesser Bear




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