It has been longer than a year since I posted an update on my journal here. How queer? Needless I haven't had a particularly large amount of time to play with childish things lately. I again was re-reading my archive of irreverent babble that I had posted in high school, and almost none of it stands. I did; however, notice that I hadn't added a piece of art since April of 2008. I will not be adding any work today, but when I decide to bust out my scanner I will surely consider it a possibility. I did notice that with every one of these I was either shamelessly promoting something I was doing or promising an update that almost never came.I am a dick after all... sweet! I have run short of things I wish to post on deviant-art, as far as journals go I don't keep one in real life, and I don't update often enough to keep one in cyber space. On a side note I have created a small list of things that bother when surfing deviant-art:
1. Porn is not artwork, it's two or more things fucking!
2. Cats, really, I don't give a shit about your fucking cats I hate that all women who own them have to talk at length on the phone about them, let alone post drawings, and photos.
3. Porn, it's still porn.
4. People who take this too seriously, it's a god damn glorified scrap book, treat it as such.
5.Porn, the internet is like 95% porn if you need it on deviant-art you have a problem, seek help.
6. The fact that every time I log on I get asked if I want to "upgrade my membership." No if it wasn't free I wouldn't be here.
7. There is a fucking Anime section, and not an animation section to match, they lump in film, and animation. Fuck Japan, Fuck them hard, they can keep anime to themselves for all I care, one less video about a chick getting fucked by tentacles.
8. Porn, The anime section is best described in number seven. Tentacles, really?
9. I had planned for this to go on until ten, but I am running low... Let me reach deep down into my blackened heart and pull out, oh yeah! Devwear! Go fuck yourself!
10. The fact that there is now porn, while abrasive is no surprise, it is not lucky number ten. That honor of course goes to the fact that real artist (myself excluded from this category) get to have there work posted on the home page next to these dudes fucking, some scant chick with a photo name like "sunset" when you know it should be "whore in street walking outfit looks at camera man, and waits for the twenty to suck his dick" and the ever popular emo poetry that, fuck, no one gives a shit about. If those kids wanted a solution it's self conclusion get on it. The true artists share space with the worst caliber, the painter who spent thirty years training themselves to perfect their craft sit side by side with "half?" (look this one up it was next a a woman's life like rendition of her husband.) Where true photographers (and I have to be honest I was never a fan of this medium as every ass hole thinks they are one, but the rare few are very talented due to an excellent eye, and an understanding of composition) have works next to some guy who photo shopped a nipple on Kelly Rippa... I understand letting people of all walks of life participate, and I am glad for that, but there has to be line. For me that line was when tender was requested.

An honorable mention to:
Frank Miller, for whom no hate would be possible, and the world would be at peace. You living embodiment of a cum dumpster.
A less-honorable mention to:
Grant Morrison, you fuck faced reject. The day you die the world will be a better place, and comics can return to the true glory they once had before you killed Batman, and devised stories with seemingly no logical time line or reason. May your children hate you.