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.


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.


Here am I in my Spirit Hood.


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!


Spirit Hoods Online.

Snow Dropping

19 09 2012

My readers would know that I’m a Furry, and I identify myself via my Furry name and Avatar, which I use on every social media network I have an account with.

The thought had occurred to me that one day I may be browsing online, and see my own Avatar being used by someone else, and wondering how I’d feel about that.

This week, it happened to someone I know.

Someone had recently set up an account on a social network, found a drawing of a fox, and decided they would use it.

But they were caught.

The friend who has legitimate claim to the Avatar had paid an Artist to draw his character, and was quite miffed when they spotted this other user, using it.

A Furry Avatar in general is one which people have created themselves, not something that we just grabbed from the internet and decided that it would represent us.

If the image was not created by the owner, then it was either a commission from an Artist, or a gift from an Artist… which happens frequently in Furry circles.

Avatars are crafted with care, and can often have a long history. My “Wolf in a Circle” design goes back to 1989, when I first sketched it on a notepad with a biro.

Using another persons Avatar, to me, is a bit like leaping a fence and pinching clothes off someones washing line, and wearing those clothes out in the street.

Imagine how you’d feel if on the way to the shop, you bumped into someone wearing all your gear.

While reading this, some of you have correctly thought “Identity Theft” which is what this is, Our Furry Names and Avatars are indeed our identities, which are recognised by Furries and Non-Furries alike.

If you should see someone using a Furry Avatar which belongs to someone else, please inform them that what they’ve done is not on, and gently persuade them to get another Avatar.

If they really want a Furry avatar of their own, then there are ways and means of getting that done, simply starting a chat with Furries can put them on the right track.

Otherwise, a photo might just be enough?


That Commission

6 07 2012

Here’s some more updates on the art commission by Piti Yindee

Piti drew Wolfie in quite a nice pose I thought, and I added a mic to show him what I thought might be nice,

I was fortunate enough to find a picture of a microphone at exactly the right height for Wolfie too.

So Piti sends me two updates, and they look like this…

And this, with a bit of shading.

And that’s that, for now.

The full colour image will come soon.

Do remember to pay Piti Yindee a visit at Wuffle Comics


Piti Yindi Sketches.

22 06 2012

I have commissioned some art from Piti Yindi who draws the brilliant “Wuffle Comics” and this is the progress report if you will.

Finding Myself

11 06 2012

A friend once asked me that if I don’t believe in a soul, then what about Wolfie?

It was a valid question but at the time  it stumped me, which was annoying because I didn’t want to be stumped by a religious person.

But I’ve been thinking about it lately, and these are my thoughts.

Wolfie “came to me” as a teenager… He seemed like a spirit guide, He did help me with a few things, it was all very subtle. I wanted to know things, Who was Wolfie?, Why was Wolfie? What’s it all about?

This partially ushered in my New Age, Crystal wearing, Hippy days of the 90’s, but I think, like, I always, like, would’ve gone in that direction, man (Just taking the piss).

I tried to connect with something, so that I could say that Wolfie was “this”… whatever “this” was, and perhaps to find more about Him, about Me… Us.

When I first got online in the 90’s, Usenet Newsgroups and IRC were the big thing… Facebook wasn’t even an electronic sperm in it’s dads twinkling eye.

But I found the Alt groups, it was here that you could talk about anything… there was no spam then, and everyone was well behaved, Newsgroups were cool.

Usenet Newsgroups were the Yahoo groups of the day, and were used by all and sundry, but mostly by geeks… since they were mostly the ones who used the internet back then.

I found alt.horror.werewolves which began as a place to discuss werewolf books and films, but then a few people began turning up saying “I feel like one myself”.

By the time I got to AHWW it was all about the inner wolf, and when I read posts by these people, I could see they were having a similar experience to me… which was interesting, why were we, collectively, feeling something other than human inside us?

I grew very fond of these people, and I also began to feel that perhaps Native American spirituality had some answers, so I tinkered with that… and although it was nice, I don’t feel like I got any answers.

A well known author dropped in one day to ask us Weres (Not all of us were Wolves) *See what I did there?* what we thought of his book, and well… We weren’t very happy about it, so I think the poor guy left in tears… although I hope not, but talk about critical. I have read the book myself, it wasn’t bad “Moondance” S. P. Somtow

Anyway I would log in though and talk to all these people daily, in much the same way that we all use Social Networks now, but then someone invented spam… and although our group wasn’t suffering from it at first, eventually the amount of spam made Usenet Newsgroups pointless.

There was an IRC group which was run by the same people, it suffered too and eventually we all went our own ways.

Interestingly though, for those who knew me on Second Life, the gold werewolf avatar I had was made by one of the old AHWW folks, who used to log into IRC as Pinky.

Anyway, I’ve re evaluated Wolfie, and don’t think He’s a spiritual thing, but more of a lost part of my personality which always would have been there had it not been for the actions of high school bullies who tried to extinguish it’s glow.

But now it’s grown and bloomed, and I’m not afraid to show this part of myself off to anyone, why should I be, when it functions so beautifully, helping me to find such wonderful love and friendship, as I have done.

And do I really need to classify Wolfie like a butterfly pinned to a board?

No, I don’t think so, I still can’t decide if I’m gay or straight or bi or whatever, so why should I classify my personality?

“All is Zen”


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.