The Bitchin' hour

Dear readers, please be warned that the following post is a gratuitous piece of bitching about the stuff that irks be. It is petty, it is mean and probably will sound pretentious and haughty and also very much conceited. I am aware of this as I am writing and thus I am issuing this warning. If you have in mind to take what I am about to say at heart, please stop reading now and go visit the other sites on your bookmarks' list. If you wish to laugh at me or with me... bitch at me or with me, do so at your heart's content but be reminded, I am not writing this to elicit any specific reaction or to criticize other peoples' tastes and values. They are your own, be confident in them and remember, I'm just bitchin' for bitchin's sake. That said, onwards, you have been warned.

I like to think myself as an artist... not a very practicing artist, I'll admit. My glory days of walking around with pen and paper tablet are long gone and I barely exercise anymore, thus, I could never render as nice pieces as I often come across while visiting online art galleries such as Devianart or Elfwood. BUT, that doesn't prevent me from appreciating the beautiful and criticizing the "could be better" in as constructive a way as I possibly can. I don't believe in giving empty comments. If the only thing that could come out of my mouth would be "wow" or "it's ugly" I'd rather keep my mouth shut and move on. Self-centered people who think they've got such a perfected grasp of commenting on something but can only express this with single word sentences that cuts discussion short are what I said earlier they were; self-centered and possibly very shallow too. But that differs from one individual to another. Even more irritating and possibly the worse thing I've ever encountered is the blunt, no room for argument kind of bloke/gal that states that something is either "good" or "bad" and believes - yes yes, actually believes his/her opinion is the only one valid and thus makes whatever they're looking/reading/doing exactly that, "good" or "bad" and everything else in between... or everything else period for that matter invalid and not worth considering.

Now, I'm not going to say whoever making that statement doesn't have an educated opinion about what they're so cavaliering describing like this but if they're so educated, why is the statement so obtuse? Are they so blown away by the "good" or the "bad" only one-syllable words can come out of their mouths? Or are they so high above us all commoners that they think others can't appreciate subtlety either? Maybe we really are dumb? Or maybe they're so wrapped up in their own importance we don't really matter anyway.

One sentence I can't stand anymore:
"Do you know who I am?" please of course imagine the high-strung voice of somebody who think he/she is so much more important than you piece of common dirt...

Treat people like dirt and they'll treat you back like you're the largest bag of s**** there is out there and trust me... if they can't see your face and you think you're safe to be an ass, so can't you (and THEY have a "mute" button). ^______^

Another point: creativity. Ok, I've been down that lane myself... which aspiring artist hasn't but some people need to get OVER NARUTO AND BLEACH (and others). Do the test, every second piece of new art on Devianart is related to either Naruto or Bleach or occasionally, God preserve me, Furries/Anthros. Fanfiction.net has now removed Naruto from it's categories and issued a separate domain for it because the volume of stories involving all imaginable possibilities (and I mean ALL) took up too much space on their server. I even saw, horror of horrors... an add in the metro for a graphics school that showed a frame of an animation by a student and guess what? Naruto strikes again... hellooo copyrights?? Hello creativity... individuality?? How can any teacher decently give you proper marks when all you're doing is copying somebody else's work? Maybe he should give an A to the author, not you.

So yay, Naruto/Bleach/other is awfully popular, the art is good and the original (and I stand with this) idea was pretty, well, original, I get that and I acknowledge it. The fact that I can't stand it anymore is partly to be found in this bitching strip, the rest is irrelevant and personal. So ok, every aspiring artist needs a diving board... something to motivate and inspire and that's fine but please please please, find your own individuality through it and move on. Don't strip other people's characters, empty them of what the author has put in them and conveniently stuff them in whatever horrific personal vision of what they should be you have (using them for visual reference aside). Make your own. They'll be infinitely more endearing and special. Design them, write about them, draw them or simply picture them in your mind. For another take on this view I have, please refer to the old post I did about the do's and don't's of fanfiction. Yes, it serves a need and a purpose and is entertaining but nobody likes to read/look at/listen to a sloppy imitation or a sugary rose-filled rewriting of what you think Naruto should say to Sasuke before he rams him into a wall to ravage his mouth with his own (not to mention other body parts ^_^). In my opinion, fantasy be-damned, the best pieces of art (all categories mixed) I've seen were true to the original. So, if you can't cut it with somebody else's work why not busy yourself with your own? At least that way, nobody can compare...

Finally, little boys not even out of diapers who think just cuz your breasts aren't big and you're so small and a bit zitty and look like you might be fresh out of high school just rub me in all the wrongs ways. I'm all of the above and I don't even dress like a hoe and while normally I don't give a damn because I think these boys don't really use that large squishy part of their anatomy that doesn't become hard when filled with blood, I'll still bitch about them now. Every time it happens or I notice it I am filled with the barely controllable urge to take advantage of my shortness and just kick'em where it hurts; yes, in that squishy part that becomes hard when filled with blood. So there.

An finally, the people who can't help themselves. If everybody could use that squishy-not-hard-when-filled-with-blood part of their God-given anatomy, customer service would not exist. Why? Because people would read labels before doing something stupid and actually heed warnings given by other people who are only concerned for their welfare. They would consult resources or a specialist before attempting something they know nothing about and potentially hazardous. I'm not saying even reading labels is something easy but when in doubt... ask. Don't do, deal and then moan about it. There is no more glorious sentence then "I told you so" and not more annoying thing than an idiot who complains about the lack of cashiers at the grocery store when it's obviously a holiday with restricted staff and should actually be grateful there's even service for bitchy people like him who don't give a rat's ass if it's Christmas for the cashier too and that she's in until 2 am and not celebrating with her family, as he will be, once the long line of other late comers pass before him quietly. But she's not important. His life is.

People are so conceited, don't you think? ^___^

Well my friends, that is all. If you've read till the end, I congratulate you and hope you've have a good time. I certainly have!

Aaridys
Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much. Oscar Wilde

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