“I’m a Big Ol’ Whore” : Boozy Introduces an Artist and Takes Your Money

So there’s a store now.

I ran an informal little Twitter poll last week to see if there was any interest in Boozy Barrister Badger shit. There was. This was run after a discussion with a friend of mine who’s a cartoonist, and who had experience drawing cartoon animals in the past, Ray Hubbard.

Ray’s an old friend of mine, we essentially grew up together. I was at his wedding. I’ve always thought he was an incredible cartoonist.  He’s about as close to a known furry as I knew before all this (though I’m pretty sure he wasn’t one). So, after our conversation, Ray ginned up this:

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Junior Brown and an Announcement

Alright, so first thing’s first:

Posting schedule is changing. Originally I was posting 3 a week on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I’m switching this up to Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It’s just easier to have a day or two between posts. This doesn’t mean there won’t be posts on topical shit when it happens, there will, but this is the new general schedule.

That said, here’s Junior Brown with a little music for you.

 

Non-Profit Talk Moved to Monday, Music Today

So, I took a look through the post history this week and realized…I made my three posts already.

If you’re not familiar with this blog, I do three posts a week, sometimes four, but mainly three. This kind of helps me research the substantive legal posts a bit more than I research the other ones. So, even though I said I’d post on non-profits today…we’re gonna move that to Monday so I already have one in the hole for next week.

In the meantime, let’s go to the old fall back I use, which is Music Friday. It’s Thursday, but the office is closed tomorrow since I have to travel out of town to meet with some people. We’re all going to pretend it’s Friday, and I’m gonna give you guys some of my road music as I gather files for hitting the highway tonight.

Lawyers Don’t Judge: A Followup to Yesterday and Some Art

Whoa.  Just…Just whoa. So apparently I became popular with furries yesterday. The Twitter feed for BoozyBarrister is, in the words of Habeas Porpoise (whose blog you can find in the “Links” section), a “veritable fucking Noah’s Ark of animals.” There’s fan art that has been made (I’ll stick it in the bottom of this post), and apparently more fan art being made, and people are trying to talk me into attending conventions to ply me with booze and give drunken legal talks to rooms full of furries.

I’m fucking loving it.

However, it got me thinking about some shit, mainly about why a salty lawyer such as myself somehow obtained cult status within a community in the course of 24 hours, and how it came to pass that I’ve been adopted as some sort of unofficial mascot (is pet a better word? Am I their pet lawyer now?) for furries.  I raised this issue with a couple lawyers in our super-secret-chatroom last night, and got this response:

“I think this is a result of an often ostracized group feeling as if you’ve given them mainstream legitimacy in a way that doesn’t shame them for who they are,” responded one lawyer.

“Yeah, sure,” I answered, “But, you know, people are people.”

“Yes for sure,” he told me, “but they are a group that doesn’t get that sentiment. They’re pushed to the fringes of society and I can only assume when they get a little bit of legitimacy without being made fun of they’re thrilled.”

I then may have proposed writing something about fundamentalist, evangelical Christians to see if I could attract an equal number of them to the blog and Twitter, then try to broker some sort of Camp David accord between the Furries and the Freewill Baptists.  But you know what?  Fuck that noise. I’m gonna have a much more meaningful conversation, and it’s directed at my regular readers, what I can only assume are my now-Furry Masters, and anyone else out there who feels like they can’t just be who the fuck they are with a lawyer.

We’re your lawyers, and we don’t care.

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