The Invincible Livejournal

LiveJournal, unlike DeadJournal has proved a difficult nut to crack. No random button to shovel crap my way. Indeed, LiveJournal seemed almost like a benefit to the internet. Fortunately I have eyes located somewhere in my head so I saw that this could not be the case.
The secret, for those curious, is to click the "culture" button. A clever subterfuge, as the culture section is bereft of culture.
A record one click after discovering this secret turned this up: http://thdrgngrl.livejournal.com/
thedrgngrl. The Dragon Girl? I usually don't think of dragons has having a gender. Aren't knights supposed to kill them and rescue the damsel in a metaphoric conquering of earthly sin? I don't usually think of them as possessing reproductive organs.
Well whatever.
So I immediately skip the first entry (July 16, 2008) because I'll be goddamned if I link an entry in a blog that links a blog in my blog.
Moving back an entire month (sparse updates, points for that) to June 16, 2008. It's a wishlist of very, very odd things. I belt used to store shotgun shells, flasks, some kind of hat one of the three musketeers might wear (not a chapeau as that requires a feather, if I recall) a fencer's glove, and the classical dictionary of vulgar tongue.
It's like a crazy's checklist. Why would you need all of this shit? Or more importantly, what kind of crazy Tom and Jerry situation are you going to create that could possibly warrant the use of all of these things at the same time?
Scrolling past some blurry photographs to April 12, 2008.

The United States Government is trying to take away our copyright

Awesome. I can't wait for relaxed copyright laws like Hong Kong.
Since I'm devout enough to read this entire article in the off chance I can make fun of it, I shall do so.
Jesus Christ this goes on for three pages. Nevermind fuck the whole thing. If you had such a great idea in the first place you'd probably copyright it. No one wants to print your "totally awesome" fanfic involving Harry Potter and Naruto anyway. Even if they did it'd still be illegal because the legal owners of those things probably did copyright them.
Then something about how she's going to start writing again and to see it I have to reply. I'd love nothing more than to critique that no-doubt bombshell, but it looks like I can't.
Instead I'll have to settle for a rant on how she CANNOT CREATE WOE IS HER.

I hate this

My head is brimming with pictures that beg to be made.. and I cannot.. get them down, not just commissions, but the things that inspire -me-, they refuse to be put to table or tablet, and I get pain for my efforts

some rare days I'm somehow able to work through it and .. oh god its good to draw, I want to cry when I actually manage, and not from what it does to my hand either..

I want to -draw- I want to create, I want to give life to these things in my head. I find myself wanting to commission other artists just so I can -See- the pictures my mind is filled with..

I'm not depressed by any means, frustrated and yearning perhaps..

Just more random thoughts on my part.. and thanks anyone who replies to my journals, I -am- reading them, I just.. don't generally know what to say, I want you to know you're appreciated.

So that's what it's like to be a no-talent loser. I always had a suspicion that it was like that, but I never knew because instead of feeling sorry for myself I continued to work at it. Now look at me, I'm a huge success. ALL OF MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY READ THIS. THAT'S LIKE SEVEN PEOPLE.
Also it sounds like it stopped being fun for you. Unless you have a real passion (look up passion in the dictionary because I doubt it means what you think it means) then you probably don't possess the patience to turn it into a real skill, and you should just keep it as a fun hobby.
December 7th, 2007 applies directly to me so I better address this.

random thoughts for the night:

What makes people think its 'okay' to get their jollies by degrading others? I'm just curious, really, this hasn't happened to me lately. I want to know how these people justify 'Mine is the one and only True point of veiw and anyone who disagrees with me is a moron'. Then someone calls them on this stuff and they're like 'You can't hate on me for this! free speach!' .. I wonder if it occurs to people that freedom of speach might mean the -right- to say whatever you wish to, but it does not mean that its a -good idea- to do this. If you're an asshole.. people are going to react to you appropriately.

Eh, My POV : If what someone is doing isn't hurting anyone in any way physically, emotionally, or somehow I have missed in that definition.. theres no need to attempt to ruin it for them.

I mean who the hell cares -why- something is fun or enjoyable ..as long as it is, and everyone is enjoying themselves?

This has been my random thoughts for the night

Bold added for emphasis. Also I know "moron" is spelled right. I just found it kind of funny, given the context. Yes it has happened to you, otherwise you wouldn't be talking about it. Unless you're bringing up an old hurt, in which case fuuuuuuuuuuuuck get over it. Anyway, to the point: seems to me you're applying a double standard. It's okay for someone to have fun with something but not okay for me to have fun making fun of them for liking something? By your own admission "who the hell cares -why- something is fun or enjoyable (...) (A)s long as it is, and everyone is enjoying themselves?" Exactly. If it's so much fun why do you care what anyone says about it, since apparently what is fun is totally subjective?
Unless it isn't as completely subjective as you think it is. Maybe you can't just be happy with having fun, maybe you have to seek the approval of others around you as well. Maybe the approval of others is more important than having fun in the first place, since if everyone loves you and showers you with gifts and affection you'll be having fun no matter what.
I'm trying very hard to ignore her example of this in the first paragraph because it's so contrary to anyone I've ever heard speak before. I think this may be less about "PEOPLE ARE MAKING FUN OF ME" and more about people who get offended by people having differing opinions. I don't know because it's so poorly worded.
Either way the double standard kicks in because she's offended by people being offended. It might be easier just to say "you're a moron."
December 4th, 2007:

In further news:
EEeeeee~! I got a job! I start on the 26th, training later this week, I'm so excited..

And if anyones still watching this because I'm an artist who owes them something, yes this means a refund will be coming to you in January as long as you let me know who wants one. Every time I try to draw anything now I end up in agony.

The term "artist" is like writer or actor. Everyone would be one, given the opportunity, but few possess the talent, skills and intelligence to actually be successful at it. In fact, making any money at all in any of those three professions is pretty unusual.
You apparently tricked some blind kids into giving you their lunch money or actually had a modest store of skill to get people to actually pay you for your efforts, and you blew it. Also how do you end up in agony? Back in high school I used to watch this soap opera called "The Bold and the Beautiful" because it was absolute shit and so easy to make fun of (also I used to leave school around noon because apparently no one gave a shit) and in it there was this fashion designer who seriously fucked up his hand in a car crash and every time he tried to design something new the pain in his hand would bring him to new plateaus of pain. Is it like that? Was your main hand disfigured in a car accident?
Apparently something similar is true:

I wonder if its human nature not not believe something you don't want to until you've no other choice.

Its been obvious for a while..I'm sure who ever's reading this could see it coming.

But it didnt really hit me till I did a loose sketch and sat there and cried because it hurt my hands so much just to do that little bit..

I can't be a professional artist, I'll never illustrate any gaming books like I've always wanted.

Also no, that isn't human nature. To make a rather long whine session short, she has hypoglycemia. She then goes on to say "there's no magic pill or shot" which is true. Tough break, kid.
By this point I was rather curious as to the nature of this artwork. It must be impressive to warrant this much drama. Well I found a link to her deviant art account.
http://the-dragon-girl.deviantart.com/
I'm amazed she got commissions. That's not to say she's completely terrible at drawing, but it's certainly not something I'd pay money for.
Also "furry" is listed as one of her interests, so that'd explain all the drama.
Yes, this bit of internet sleuthing has explained much.
After exploring more of her entries, she is completely terrible at drawing. I could do better, and I don't draw. She has absolutely no sense of perspective or anatomy.
http://the-dragon-girl.deviantart.com/art/Wyld-bunny-58767898
This winged rabbit appears to have a thorax.
Absolutely atrocious.
http://the-dragon-girl.deviantart.com/art/Bunnytaur-47218942
one, two, three, four, five, six? Six limbs? Has she seen a rabbit before?
Wait a minute... Six limbs, front set with massive fingers for grasping, enormous maw for ripping through thickly-armored foes? I have a prediction that in 38,000 years that improbable creature begging for the release of death will resemble this:

Shit. To fight the Tyranids through conventional means is to foolishly move a beach one grain at a time. Also I didn't draw that picture blah blah. I shamelessly ripped it off from website I can't find now.
So in conclusion, to not be like this person:
don't be so whiny all the time.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T GET A DEVIANT ART ACCOUNT. IT IS THE ASSHOLE OF THE INTERNET.

Tougher Than the Rest

I'd like to say I plan these in advance, but... I don't.
Indeed, today's I acquired by going to DeadJournal (a likely place to find a target) and clicked "random grave" until I found a good one.
Ladies and gentlemen, for your discriminating tastes I present you: http://datadrain.deadjournal.com/
Where to start? This blog reads more or less like an itemized list of what's wrong with blogs. First, a grammar lesson. The ellipsis, a punctuation mark that denotes a pause, is achieved by three, and precisely three, periods in a row. Here, I shall demonstrate: "..."
That's how it's done.
Here is a sample from today's reading:

I'm so worried about Day, i've called her a million times..okay over exaggeration but she never calls back.
Honestly..
I want her to move up with Bri and I.
sure we enjoy our privacy.
but I would feel so much better...i mean
she's like my sister, my soul twin, box buddy.
and i can't do SHIT for her from up here..

yeah that college thing.
damn school.

I'm so worried. If anything ever happend to her, i would litterly die. I would become like...a blob. A lifeless blob of comeplete...nothingness.
She's my siiiister. my other half.

So immediately I have no idea what she (she?) is talking about. Apparently girlfriend trouble or something. I guess I'm not the intended audience, but I know for a fact DeadJournal has settings that allow only friends to read it, so presumably this is intended for all audiences.
So skipping down to June 12th 2008, there's a poem:

I can stand with the weight of the world
On my shoulders
I can fight with the toughest of the tough
I can laugh in the face
Of all my insecurities
Anytime, anywhere, anything
I'm strong enough

Furthering my theory that all poems are paragraphs with random sentence breaks. I would love to meet the sad individuals who write this kind of poetry. What kind of lives have they lived? What are they so insecure about that they have to write poetry on the internet firmly avowing that they are "strong enough" to face their insecurities. Granted I don't know this person, but I can see her with my mind's eye. All that privileged middle class living really does heap the weight of the world on one's shoulders, doesn't it? I can infer, with my superior detective skills, that this person is middle class because someone who actually was crushed by the world wouldn't be talking like this.
No, this has the streak of a whiny, narcissistic girl running all up inside. Also, if I were to analyze this drawing, I would say this horse, standing on dried, parched desert ground that yields neither green nor water seeks to escape its own hellish torment. Its dead eyes move disinterestedly from one phantasmal wisp of heat to another, knowing full well that no matter how much energy it expends running towards it all it will yield is a never ending desert.
also colorful use of "drawed". What are you, six?
May 30 2008. Today's subject: sex.

So, when did sex become so casual?

I mean, I can't...or couldn't ever have sex with someone unless I loved, or at the very least deeply cared for the other person. I hear of all these people just doing it, because. Or for whatever reason...I don't know, maybe it's me- sometimes I think I was born in the wrong time, but when I have sex, I can only ever picture myself doing it out of love or something along the lines. I love Brian...

If I were to give her advice, I would say don't have sex. With anyone. Based off her command of the English language, she's ten years old.

Yeah, it's easy for me to say, but lets not forget about my several rendezvous with Damon.

So... She says don't do this then immediately admits to doing exactly what she advises everyone not to do? She didn't even set it up as "and I'm speaking from experience here, don't be a goddamn whore" it's a "oh and don't forget I'm being really hypocritical in saying this."
Oh ho, it doesn't stop there.

I really wanted a relationship out of that, and although we were never in one...It was just like one to me. NOT saying what I did was right, at least by my standard. But when I lost it, I really cared for the guy. I won't say love, because I don't use that term loosely. But I liked him a lot, and cared for him deeply. - I was also kind of against doing it, but did it for the reason of "maybe he'll want to be in a relationship with me if I..."

So, just so I can keep this straight, you were in love with this guy, but he used you for sex, and you naively believed it would turn magically into a relationship?
Look, I'm some guy sitting in my basement right now with Cheeto dust up to my elbows listening to Mexican Radio by Wall of Voodoo and even I know that's not how relationships work.

I just find it so incredibly sad that people, like my little sister is having casual sex with some guy named..."Vito".

Wait... Seriously? I wish I could make shit like that up, because if I could, I would have turned that into a career, somehow. Ho ho ho a guy named Vito? Really? Vito. I just can't get over that. Casual sex with Vito. I bet he has one of those 70s German porn star mustaches.
Not that I've seen 70s German porn.
Either that or Vito is a mob hitman. blows some guy's kneecaps off with a shotgun "EHH NOBODY FUCKS WITH THE WIZ."
Vito is awesome.

Now I really don't know if this is true or not, but i'm pretty positive it is.

Why would you lie about something like that?

Well, what the fuck?
Yeah it feels good, but your giving a part of yourself away...every time.

Bold added for emphasis. Honestly though, I heard that shit all the time in my 9th grade health class and I never understood the logic behind that. Aren't both parties gaining something? Isn't that why it's called copulation? Even if it is one of those things like "now I'm an undignified whore with a loose cunt that I use to hide my change purse" I should think that starts more with a state of mind and not the actual act itself.
In fact I dare wager there could be dignified prostitutes. I'm pretty sure Japan made a class of woman like that, in fact.
Might as well finish this entire post.

It just surprises me how people can just go and fuck someone and then move on the the next person, never even being in a relationship. - Lord knows i'm not prude, and i'm no 'wait till marriage' but geez, c'mon people. Respect yourselves.

While what she's saying is reasonable, it isn't very funny to admit that, so I guess this is where I say "and I guess everyone should have the same subjective idea of 'respect' that you share, is that it?" But really don't worry about what other people are doing. In fact, you should be glad people do act like animals because then you can look down on them with undeserved superiority, like I'm doing right now.
May 29, 2008:

God, I have the WORST urge to watch sailor moon right now.

I know the feeling. I used to watch that show as a kid because it was on between Ronin Warriors and Dragon Ball Z, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. But then they started showing Outlaw Star and Gundam 0083 and I knew TV couldn't get much more awesome.
It has all been downhill since.
May 28, 2008:

So, you know what I think would be cool?
If like Bri and I rebuilt antique tractors.

I-- What?
All right, review fucking over. In conclusion, to not write a blog like this:
CUT DOWN ON THE FUCKING ELLIPSIS. NOT EVERY THOUGHT HAS TO BE PUNCTUATED WITH MELODRAMATIC SILENCE.
WRITE COHERENTLY, GODDAMNIT. READ A GRAMMAR BOOK IF YOU HAVE TO, JESUS FUCK. AT THE VERY LEAST IT'LL MAKE YOU A BETTER PERSON
AND FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, BE MORE INTERESTING. NOT EVERY INANE THOUGHT YOU HAVE HAS TO BE RECORDED FOR ALL TIME.