Okay so I have this site. It’s an art site because you know I like to draw junk. I draw a lot of junk. Some good, some bad, but the fact of the matter is like a two whole people actually critique it and give any decent input how to improve.

So I was at this site and this total idiot posted a bunch of totally graphic pictures. You know the ones displaying crap only her OBGYN should be able to identify. No I don’t mean just pictures of a naked woman. I mean… splayed petals. The depths and beyond. Dis. gust. ing. So I tried very very hard to see what was artistic? Horizon was off. Framing was poor. Lighting dismal. Contrasts, hues, everything? OFF. Completely and utterly a waste of digital film. So I said so.

I get her then going back to my site and very eloquently she stated I was a ‘num nutts’. This must be true because the last time I checked my pluming looked a lot like hers sans the open sores and other random visible VD. So I sat there chewing on my soda straw her retaliating how ‘awful’ and ’stupid’ I was, and so I realized a GREATER problem with this art site.

You could not honestly critique anyone without them land blasting your art. Crap or not, no matter what you say, how you say it, or where you say it, if it is negative? For. get. it. You will be told by the artist and their 1000 fanboys of the beaver shot “OMG U SUXORZ” so I wrote this on their lovely forum. I explained everything that I did here except *GASP* I INCLUDED A NAME! Not that it matters, apparently the British sex kitten has gone to cry herself to sleep in some dark alley, oh wait. I’m sorry. Her Limo. She’s a model after all. (As she so eloquently stated before calling me a num nutts).

I asked “How can one expect to improve their art at all if no one is going to comment “You need to improve this and that” or comment “This needs to be fixed” or even dare say “I really do not like this.” Instead we’re too busy blowing smoke up each other’s asses having a praise orgy to even realize that… dude, indeed it does suck. In our ill attempt to spare feelings we have utterly lost the ability, and talent to give criticism or improve ourselves and others. We look around in the trash pile of what is considered ‘art’ of our time and just look. It is trash. It, indeed, does suck.

Hoover suck.

The reply? An admin locking the post and telling me if I have a problem talk to the help desk because I somehow broke policy. By pointing out what anyone could already see on my site. So I apologized and asked how I could pose this problem to the community as a whole. No answer. Jack ass.

So. I wonder. Who is going to actually save this era from the has beens, wannabes, and nobodies? Because obviously the standard to what is ‘great’ has declined so drastically it is even making me spit.

Yeah so some science geeks were poking around at the bottom of the ocean and made the most awesome discovery. (Not really but come on I’m trying to give it some hype) FUZZY LOBSTERS. No joke. (See picture below).
Now several questions have been asked, what the fur is made of, and how it is growing fur, if it is fur, and if this will blurr the lines between species and does this prove evolution, but the most SURPRISING discovery they had on this lobster was the hairs seem to spew out some toxins (as they are found in a lot of marine life).

The only way I can figure they learned that tid bit was the scientist who discovered it wanted to see how it really tasted with butter garlic sauce. I mean honestly. That’s the FIRST thing I said when I saw it. “Dude! I wonder what does THAT taste like” then “That looks more like a crab than a lobster. Soon followed by “It’s supposed to glow in the dark? NEAT” and finally “I wonder if it turns red in boiling water.” These questions being vital and foremost in any logical person’s mind. I move to suggest that the silly little fuzzy crustacean, now dubbed the YETI CRAB (told yout it looked more like a crab) will be a high ticket menu item at that posh restraunt around the corner in upcomming weeks. I wonder who will be the first to really try it. If those scientists haven’t already.

Now before I get all you bleeding hearts going “KILL AND EAT IT? OMG OMG OMG, how awful it’s a new life we should study it” I must remind you of a few blaring facts that are rather important to me.

• We are on top of the food chain.
• I would like us to remain on top of the food chain for various reasons.
• As being on top of the food chain I need not remind you, it involves food.
• Food (which is composed of various flora and fauna) must be DIGESTED to be catagorized as such.
• Therefore by this logic we (as a specie) must eat everything at least once, in one form or another to remain at the top of the food chain.

MMMmmmm butter garlic.

I am so so so sooooooooooooooo so so so sick of people who cannot leave 'well enough' alone and try to make 'well enough' better and end up making 'well enough' a big pile of steaming horse shit.

That's right, horse shit, that steams. I am once again talking about my lack of life and my game. Argh. I heard a great quote too :

This entire matter is descending even further to levels of inanity that I was not even aware was possible.

I was not aware it was possible to beat a dead horse to a point of being even more mindless than it was to begin with upon death, but you have all managed to open my eyes to what baffling levels of idiocy, mis-placed determination and recalcitrancy can actually accomplish.

I do believe I am actually dumber for having read this.

I have to be inclined to agree. The amount of childish regression that has hit this game is mind boggling. I sit and stare, and chew on the straw of my drink, and stare some more. I will note I still love this game and will work very hard on it but, geeze man. Grow a BRAIN PEOPLE -namewithheld-. I suppose in lieu of someone to rant to I could do it here but live in abject fear that somehow they will get insulted and go all suicidal and crazy on my ass and send me dead rats via Fed Ex and stalk me outside of my house in the bushes.

Note to self : Cut down all bushes outside house.

I find it very sad, and near the point where even myself, am looking for a dull butter knife, to saw off my hands at my wrists to end the mind numbing pain that some people infect into this actually awesome pass time. It's like… it's like getting the perfect pizza. Everything about it, perfect. Right sauce cheese ratio (which is more difficult than it looks) and right amount of toppings (ya'cheap bastards) and the perfect crust, golden brown. Yum.

Note to self : Order pizza

And it getting ruined by the pimple faced delivery boy because he put it upside down in that 'stay warm' bag with the foil lining and somehow sat on it thinking the whole while "I didn't know my car had self warming seats. SWEET!", delivering it to your house, and dropping it on the ground as he rings the doorbell, so now you have a Supreme pizza, extra gravel.

Note to self : NO tip. Pimple faced jerk.

So once again I stare at the main form of entertainment and want to throw popcorn at the people who have single-handedly, and obliviously, utterly ruined my enjoyment. Moreso than I want to throw popcorn at the cell-phone guys in the movies, the couple who thought it was a good idea to take their newborn, and finally the loud guy in front of you who narrates the whole fucking film because obviously his friend next to him is too stupid to understand simple diologue such as "I'll Be Back".