Spirit Hoods Road Test.

9 04 2013

“They’re a little bit Furry and a little bit Hipster”

I thought most people knew what a Spirit Hood was, I mentioned them on Twitter a week back and got blank stares, which is difficult in text, but there you go. I’ve known about them for about three years myself. They’re a kind of a plush hat which resembles a Wolf, Bear or some other animal, and I’ve been going to get one, but I wasn’t sure, they’re a bit expensive you see, but this year I took the plunge and bought one.

I bought the Grey Wolf version, which looks like this.

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Firstly, I have to say, the feathers don’t come with the product, you can buy them from Spirit Hoods though, and they clip on via a stud in the ear… of course, if you’re good with crafts then making one yourself should be reasonably easy.

This design came with inbuilt headphones, which are water-proof and can be washed… but not put in the dryer, I didn’t really want these, but they were something extra, so… ok.

Tonight probably wasn’t the best night in Melbourne to try My Spirit Hood out, because although it was a cool autumn night in April, it definitely wasn’t cold either, but I wanted to know how they’d go, and I thought you might want to know too.

Well it was warm, very warm in fact, and I think it would be brilliant in cold weather, I found that my neck felt a lot warmer than when I just wear my beanie, and the arms can be joined together by a button and a loop… This is almost mandatory as the hood isn’t that stable on the head without it, it didn’t take much wind to lift the “arms” over the shoulders.

Although the speakers in the Spirit Hood wasn’t a selling point for me, I did try them, The audio from my iphone was fine, it’s not going to sound as good as standard earbuds, but there was nothing wrong with the sound either.

The problem was more with weight as a phone is a bit heavy for one arm and the whole thing can tilt over a bit, but it would be fine with a lighter iPod.

I suppose it could be countered with a wallet in the right paw.

The pocket seemed slightly too small for an iphone and wouldn’t be easy to access,

and I did wonder about having an inbuilt mic, well if there are built in speakers, then why not? but phones would need to get a bit lighter.

I wondered if you’d be less likely to lose your phone/ipod if it was in your hood? I know of a few people who have put their phones down and walked off without them, it’s the kind of thing I thought I’d do, but so far, so good, I still have my 3GS.

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Here am I in my Spirit Hood.

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Katie gave it a go too.

Am I worried about being seen wearing one?

Not at all, Firstly I’m a Furry, and I already have paws from a fursuit, they were given to me by a friend years ago and I’ve found them very very useful on cold winter nights, and I also have a tail which I’ve worn just the once so far.

I was pleased with the way it looked on me, I do love the lining, it’s very colourful. I’ve seen photos of Women wearing these and they look great.

I suspect that people will mostly buy these for their kids, but who declared that we should reach the age of twenty one and somehow not be allowed to have any fun any more? We should always allow time for play, I think it’s healthy.

One of the lovely things about these are that a percentage of the profits go towards wildlife protection, which is a nice touch.

I would love to get a spirit bear hood later, as I love the colours.

I found out later that these can be bought from a shop in Melbourne for about $150, but I bought mine directly from Spirit Hoods in LA. Delivery only took a few days via FedEx, So unless you have to go into the City or you want to try before you buy, then just get yours online, They’re cheaper too!

Should you get yourself one, I feel you’ll really like it, and will probably wear it often, especially when it’s cold, Thumbs up!

Wolfie!

Spirit Hoods Online.

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Ones personal oddness.

15 02 2012

Finding yourself isn’t always an easy journey, you have to unlearn a lot of stuff, and go with your feelings… which is difficult because we have these pressures put upon us to “act normal” by society, and we cling to that.

At least that’s how I arrived here, which I’m sure isn’t the end of the road by any means.

I never wanted to be normal, I’ve always thought that normal was another word for boring.
and none of us want to be boring, do we?

I am one of those people who feel completely out of place, I sort of get around thinking “What the fuck?” although I didn’t really know that until fairly recently.

I’ve always been an outsider, or an observer, and rarely “got involved”.
Yes fine, I’m involved with the online community, but that still allows me to be reclusive.

Regurgitator wrote a song called “Song formerly known as” and if you play that, you’ll get a very good description of the kind of person I am.

I’m an introvert, I like peace and quiet, I never work well in a team.

I do things because I want to, and very rarely because I have to, unless it’s something serious which needs attending to… If it’s for Katie or Vicky, I’ll do it as swiftly as possible.

My Sister wanted to know why I wasn’t interested in getting married, and it was mostly because I just could never be a Dad who wakes up at 7:30am and gets the kids off to school, and takes them to sports or whatever… I can’t operate like that, I’d be a very bad parent, so I’d really rather not be one at all.

I think I let people think I’m gay, I am a bit, but I can’t stick the label on myself… the fact is that I feel horribly out of place, being human.

I don’t think I am, really, Human that is.

My spirit or whatever, appears to have got stuck inside the wrong species, and the truth is that at times I can feel really depressed about it. because I’d like to be in love and do all the things my feelings crave, but I cannot… it’s just not possible this time around.

I side with the Furries even though I know I’m Therian, but the Furries understand and I’m welcome to be with them, and I like them, but I still feel horribly out of place.

A fursuit seems like something which would help, but it would be a bit like building a pretend TARDIS, initially lovely, but it wouldn’t really work, of course… and I wouldn’t expect it to either… but it wouldn’t work, you understand.

When I started using social networks, I was concerned about what others might say… others had confined themselves to furry venues, and while I can understand that, I just found it too restricting, I didn’t just want to speak to people because they were furry, there are many people I like who are simply not furry in the least, and I wanted to converse with them too.

So no furry social network has worked for me, I’ve tried them all, with limited success.

One of the things I love to do is make someone happy, there’s not nearly enough joy in the world, so if I can give someone a bit of a laugh, or a hug, or to listen to them when they’re down, I will. I’m a good doggie, I am 😉

Meeting people in the park or a cafe is my way of meeting people, often after I’ve met them online. Yes I am reclusive, but I genuinely do like people… but I want to be somewhere quiet with them, and talk about life.

I don’t like crowds or loud music and avoid both with a passion.

One of the reasons I was a radio DJ was that I could sit in a room by myself and play music, I’m fine with the idea of thousands of potential listeners, that has never bothered me, but I couldn’t possibly do live television.

I prefer being with my dog the most, out of anything, which I think you will have gathered from my photos.

I’m an Athiest, I don’t like religion… mainly because of the hate and bigotry which goes along with it.

If there’s a God, He/She/It can stick it, I’m not interested in them, I’m not a good person for some invisible person in the sky, I’m good because it makes me happy, and it makes others happy too, which is lovely.

Although I don’t really think there’s more after this, I would love another go, and to really be myself and have a good, full life, rather than this edited down version which I’m not terribly fond of.

I’m waiting for something, I’m not sure what, but I am, I have been for a very long time.

Wolfie!





Wookiee Food

23 03 2011

Here’s an odd, and slightly nerdy sort of question.

But I want to pose it seriously, rather than as a joke.

What does a Wookiee eat?

I don’t think it was specified in the movies, so we can only guess, and this could be a nice exercise for our minds to think about in the wee hours.

Normally when a “new” animal is found, the teeth and other parts of the body are examined, and it’s possible to get a basic idea of what the creature ate… a good example would be dinosaurs, we have not seen living dinosaur, but their bodies can often reveal whether they ate meat or greens, or a combination of both.

Teeth not only evolved for eating, but also evolved for fighting, Tusks are a good example. and some types of monkey have very long teeth, which are for display more than anything else.

So although a Wookiee may appear to be a meat eater, perhaps they’re not.

And yes, we all saw that Holiday Special, but let’s not colour our thoughts with that too much.

So, Fingers to chins, let us speculate.

Wolfie!





Rosie’s Saturday

17 10 2010

Today I went shopping, or yesterday, as it’s just after 1am here now, and I came home and fed Rosie who was calling me desperately for food.

I fed her and then walked Katie.

I left the cage open so that she could get out, but she didn’t budge,
and after a few hours I pulled her out and let her play in the garden.

Sometime later I decided to have a shower.

Then got into my PJs even though it was still fairly light outside, but I thought I wasn’t going out anymore so I might as well settle.

Then I went out for Rosie, and saw David, my neighbour, telling me that he’d been ringing me for an hour but couldn’t reach me, I told him I was
having a log shower.

Rosie had been on his fence, which was a worry because of his cats who are nastier than Vicky.

But she had since vanished, and although I called her, she didn’t appear
as she usually does.

But Rat Dog, on the other side was barking his head off.

I ran inside and pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, and went out, it was freezing and there was drizzle, after my nice shower, this wasn’t what
I had expected to be doing.

I went next door and the kid who lives there let me in and out to his backyard, where they have a bungalow, and rat dog was barking at something on the roof. now I didn’t see anything up there, but while I was poking around, we heard Rosie whistle.

We thought it was from my side, so I went back and called her.

David pointed, she was indeed up on the roof where rat dog was barking,
she was strutting around and flapping her wings in the breeze.

It was rainy and windy and here’s the little stinker getting around on
the top of the roof, coming over to look at me when I called her.

I tried to get her down using Davids huge window cleaning pole, which
worked when she was high in the elm tree, but she just walked back from it this time.

I was a bit annoyed, but I knew that she was just testing out her wings,
but was scared that the cats could get her as she’s still not big enough
to scare them off, and she’s a bit too trusting… she runs under Katies
legs quite happily.

Katie wasn’t sure if she should eat Rosie or not at first, but now it’s
just another animal in the yard and Katie is gentle with her.

I went inside and had a cup of tea.

Then I went out and called again, getting a bit wet from the drizzle,
but all she did was come closer and watch me, not sure if she should
jump or not and waving her wings.

I sat in the kitchen feeling a bit grumpy and cursing as I drank the tea, Katie sat under the table, helping me to eat muesli biscuits.

Then I went out again.

Rosie had had enough and tried to take off, she flew towards the neighbours sloping roof, but didn’t realise it was slippery, so
down she went like a kid at a park, and fell/flew into my grapevine
before finding a bit of fence to sit on.

I walked over to her, picked her up and shoved her back into her cage.

I can see this happening more often as it goes, we had the same troubles
with “yucky” who was our last magpie.

I do want Rosie to fly off and be a wild bird, but I hope that she still
wants to be around… I just hope I can get her over this awkward stage.

Wolfie!