Okay so, apparently there's this thing called the Encyclopedia Dramatica, which I hadn't known about until a couple days ago, when someone posted a link to the article on DA in some comment on someone's page (leeching, obviously, but eh whatever). I'm going to say this as simply as possible: IF YOU LOVE YOUR BRAIN CELLS, DO NOT GO TO ENCYCLOPEDIA DRAMATICA. What starts off as hilariously funny and you can't get enough of it (like the DA article, and a few links to a few choice people and some REALLY WEIRD SHIT: see The Great Sonic-ide of 2007 [scratch that, DON'T]) slowly becomes an addiction as you continue clicking... and clicking... "huh I wonder what THIS person did... ooh, this person's in connection with that stupid person, I wonder what THEY did" and very randomly you will be transported to a page about Mudkips (btw axolotls are AWESOME... that nerdy comment had nothing to do with ED whatsoever) and RULE #34 (out of pure curiosity, because I have a picture on my computer of a guy staring very horrified-like at a computer with RULE #34 written above it)

Let me make perfectly clear: DON'T EVER INVESTIGATE RULE#34 INVOLVING CALVIN AND HOBBES. ...you're all gonna go do it now, aren't you? no but seriously, I thought I was a jaded, seasoned internet-goer (hell, goatse doesn't even bother me that much), but nothing prepares you for Rule #34 of the Calvin and Hobbes. I think I'm going to have nightmares tonight. *convulses*

Now that that's done, part of the reason I'm writing this is because of all the crazy people I've seen on DA telling nice people to "fuck off, that's your interpretation" when all they've done is post (what I feel is) a legitimate, thoughtful and polite critique that included both the bad and the good. Example: "I liked the way you did *blah* but *blah* is lacking, and you could improve if you *blah*" Response: "FUCK OFF ITS MY ART"

The reason I bring this to attention is the fact that maaaybe, just maybe, people have started to back off on critical comments for sheer frustration at stupid people like this. My response for this is please don't.

If anyone happens through my gallery, even in its current bareness, please (if that's what you do, what you're good at) do not hesitate to tear apart my art, as long as you do it politely. I LOVE critical comments. I have a lot to learn, and the only way I can get better is if I know what I'm doing wrong, and I usually can't tell offhand exactly why the picture looks weird. So please, pleeeease criticize. As long as it's constructive, it's all good.

Obviously comments like, "U SUCK" aren't constructive... but I shouldn't have to explain that

Now I really need to get away from the internet before my head explodes and I die from some horrible drama-induced seizure. *convulses*

I will leave my story up because it's spiffy

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The Official Story of How I Sprained My Ankle:

So basically at my school there's this building called the Wildlife and Fisheries building, and they have a lot of stuffed animals on display, and in one of the classrooms they have a bunch of animal heads lining the walls (I know, I know, it's horrifying, but kinda cool at the same time). Anyway, one day I was playing with a blowgun in the classroom, missed my target, and just happened to accidentally hit the antelope head in the perfect place that would make it fall. It fell, and split open and stuff, and its horns fell off and all kinds of nasty things happened to it.

Now, I knew if I didn't fix it right away, I would get into some serious trouble, and probably be expelled, so I knew I had to get another antelope head to replace it. I would have to kill an antelope, cut off its head, and replace the broken head. Problem was, I found an antelope but didn't have the heart to kill it (I can't even kill a spider! what was I thinking?) so instead of killing one myself I got the bright idea of stealing an already dead antelope from a cheetah.

So I did. I snuck up behind the cheetah and took off running with the dead antelope in my arms. I wasn't really thinking about how I was gonna outrun the cheetah, though, because I didn't anticipate that it would chase me to get its dead antelope back. It chased me. I ran.

And as I was running, dead antelope in my arms, I accidentally stepped in a pothole, rolled my ankle, and crashed to the ground. The antelope went flying out of my arms and crashed to the ground somewhere ahead of me.

I couldn't move because of the incredible pain I was experiencing from having sprained my ankle just then, so all I could do was cower when the cheetah pounced. And the cheetah pounced. But... it didn't maul me. All it wanted was its dead antelope back, so it growled in my face as a warning not to do it again, grabbed its dead antelope, and took off running to a safe spot where it could eat, leaving me stranded in the middle of the road, unable to walk.

Fortunately one of my friends saw me and carried me to my dorm room, where I proceeded to throw up all over the bathroom and make a lot of people very very angry.

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I have unofficially entered myself in these contests:

*fireflyskys's contest IS OVER: [link] but my entry is on my front page... when I'm less lazy I'll link it
=PeligrosoRebellion's contest [link] (ideas, ideas, nothing on paper!)

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