Let’s talk about what kind of fuck-tards this world is producing today…
Drama Queens… we all know at least one, unfortunately. They live and thrive on drama. It’s like air to them. They can’t live without it. And, on some occasions, they drag other people down with their bullshit. They start crying about how they’re a victim of someone else’s cruelty when no cruelty was dealt to them. They don’t care who they hurt with their selfish narcissism…
Truer words were never spoken…
So here’s the tale… Teenage Drama Queen suddenly decides to turn on four of her friends, claiming that they were laughing about rape (as a concept, not it having happened to anyone). Drama Queen claims she was raped at 3 (at that age, it’s molestation, but whatever) and threatens to kill herself. Mind you, Drama Queen had made mention to such on social media on a regular basis. So the idea was already there.
I don’t think she has, no…
Well, Drama Queen went crying the blues to the school and all four of those who were her friends were threatened by a police officer that, should Drama Queen be stupid and kill herself, they would all be led fro the school in handcuffs and arrested for manslaughter. Seriously?! It’s no one’s fault if this girl is mentally unstable! That’s her own cross to bear.
No fooling…
One of the four began to get harassed and was so angry that they punched a brick wall three times (to avoid hitting another student). So, because of Drama Queen’s slander, this teen hurt themselves, yet Drama Queen receives no threat?
I know said teen that punched the wall… This teen’s mother was raped years ago and raised her children that it was a sore and not humorous situation. Said teen would never joke of such things.
It goes above epidemic…
So… I’d like to know your thoughts on this, dear readers.
Should Drama Queen also receive a threat of arrest should anything happen to the four she slandered? Should she receive a threat of arrest for causing one of them to get so upset that they caused themselves bodily harm? The rules state that, if one student punches another, they both get punished, even if the other doesn’t fight back. Shouldn’t this be treated the same? Please let me know what your thoughts are on this subject.
Well, my day started out okay… I was all prepared to start working on an art journal entry, but things changed… And it was a bit sudden…
So currently, I’m listening to my latest go to song that I find very relaxing and soothing, “The Sprout And The Bean” by Joanna Newsom. I found myself watching this weird movie one day and this song happened to be in it. There was something about the sound of this song that I just found irresistible. Something about it seemed a little retro to me. So I looked up what songs played in the movie and immediately downloaded it. It’s been helping me when I’m feeling tense. Like right now…
This is me on Facebook…
You know, I’m really beginning to think that social media is what the fuck is wrong with society today. Or a big portion of it, anyway…
Trolls are everywhere, hell bent on creating drama or, my personal favorite, treating you like you’re an idiot… And these are people that, compared to you on an evolutionary scale, have an IQ that rivals that of a glass of Kool-Aide…
Yeah it was…
And these trolls are every-fucking-where!
I commented once on a product I saw on Instagram (Ghost Serum, I think it was). Now, having naturally curly, frizzy hair, I’d like to see this product used in real time and not just see the final results so I can see for myself that it does as promised. Which was pretty much my comment.
Don’t you know, a troll had to make rude comments to everyone who replied as well as myself. But I think my favorite was her comment, “Maybe you don’t brush your hair enough.” That’s what makes it frizzy, you moron! And she works at a hair salon!
They don’t like being touched…
This morning, I happened to check my Facebook before I began working on my art journal entry. Bad idea…
I had made a comment regarding the son of some of my neighbors. He was in a horrible accident and, sadly, I don’t think he’ll ever be functional again. I made comment of pulling for him. I won’t offer prayers like everyone else. For one, I’m an atheist, so that would be insincere on my part. And I’ve noticed that all the prayers being given/said haven’t helped this poor kid anyway.
The thing is, I’m trying to be sympathetic, which is not an emotion I’m familiar with having. And some asshole made a rather nasty comment. It was really inappropriate. If you have something to say, private message me, don’t put it on this type of post. Her child was also involved and I know him. He’s a bully. So yeah, don’t act as if your kid is feeling bad for what happened…
I never realized it until I saw this meme, but I do…
Honestly, I hate drama… I have enough problems and I don’t need this shit. Not from her, not from any of the other neighbors… Not from anyone.
I’m a very private person… I know, that’s contradictory since I have a blog and write about my life to a degree. But I’m still a cyber shadow to you guys. You don’t know my real name or where I live. As for those who do, I try to avoid them like the plague. I don’t like people in general. And it seems that every time I get into real life disagreements, I have a very hard time controlling myself. I can only handle so much stupid before I want to smack someone. That’s why I’m antisocial.
So very true…
I’ve pretty much isolated myself from society at this point. It’s better for my sanity…
At this point, I’m going to deactivate my Facebook. I just don’t need the aggravation anymore. I’m tired… I’m tired of people, tired of stupidity, tired of people who want to create drama when there is none to be had. I just need to go off the social media grid for a while. Or forever… What the fuck is the difference at this point? Yeah, there is none…
My favorite interaction in “Rick and Morty”
Did you ever have days where you wanted to tell people this? Tell them to get their shit together…?
Well, starting today, I’m going to get my shit together. I’m going to get it all together and take it to a shit museum. Because you want to know something? That’s where some people belong, in a fucking shit museum… End rant…
tetsu in the early 90s… All rockers sported too much makeup…
I’m sure you all guessed by now that I’m an artist. But did you know I’m also a writer…?
I was thinking the other day of doing a blog about this. As I said in my first post, the title of my blog is a song title from my favorite J-Rock group, L’Arc~en~Ciel. It was their videos, as a matter of fact, that got me started on parodies.
I once spent a shit ton of money to make color copies of my parodies of their videos and to ship them over to Japan… I went to the mailbox every day for an entire year waiting for a response. I wasn’t hoping for anything special. A form letter, maybe an autographed picture… Hell, even a note saying, “Fuck you, you whacko!” would have been nice. Maybe my poking fun at their videos insulted them…
The Story of What She Said…
Sorry for the teeny-weeny, eye strain-o version…
This is a desktop wallpaper I made up (currently gracing my MacBook). I made up this silly “The Story of What She Said” (get it?) to tell you… well… what she said! The parts that are in all capital letters are actually some of the group’s song titles. It really wasn’t an easy task…
“Western Girls” parody
This was actually the first parody I wrote…
It came to me when I was listening to The Pet Shop Boys, “West End Girls”. That song came out when I was young and I always thought they were saying “eastern” and “western”. It suddenly dawned on me that I, and a lot of the people on the forum I belonged to, were “western” girls who were fixated with the “eastern” boy J-Rockers. The rest was history… I didn’t think too much of it, but one girl on the forum called it genius. Okay then…
Sock The Monkey
My “Western Girls” parody started something… I’m not sure that was a good thing…
One day, soon after I wrote that parody, I bought a sock monkey (for no other reason than I never owned one). It was a bad idea, because it caused me to create this parody of the Peter Gabriel song, “Shock The Monkey”.
When I wrote this, again, I didn’t think much of it. Like my previous parody, it was just my twisted mind pouring itself out on paper. So I decided to let my best friend read it. Her mind isn’t quite as twisted, but close… When she got to the line, “Doggie, don’t you chew up that sock monkey!” she laughed so hard I was afraid she would pee herself!
“Doggie, don’t you chew up that sock monkey!”
So, on the day I saw Baxter chewing on his sock monkey toy… I was reminded of that stupid line and I just had to take a picture.
Once I had, I texted my friend and asked her if she remembered when I wrote that “Sock The Monkey” parody and that particular line from it. I wasn’t sure she would remember… It was probably a good ten years since I wrote it.
Surprisingly, she actually remembered both the parody and that particular line. So I sent her the picture I had taken of Baxter… It started her laughing her ass off all over again! See…? Her mind is twisted, too. It’s just not to the same degree as mine, apparently…
“A Gatchaman Christmas”
I also draw parodies of various shows and whatnot…
This one is really only funny to other people who have watched the original Gatchaman series, I’m sorry to say. I’m not sure it’s even funny to them… But to give you a brief idea, Joe’s favorite weapon of choice is the feather shuriken. Imagine if the ends of feathers were like darts and you get the idea… And so, I poked fun at my favorite character getting what would be the perfect present.
“House’s Big Case”
Nothing is immune to my twisted mind if it gives me an idea that tickles my twisted mind. Not even one of my favorite TV shows…
Anyone who has ever watched the show knows that House is obsessed with Cuddy, the Dean of Medicine. In one particular episode, it was what kind of underwear she was wearing… Sometimes writers make it way too easy for my twisted mind to go off and get tickled…
I have yet to title this…
However, I’m not just a parody writer… I also write, of all things, romance stories…
I loathe romance stories. My mother always read those Harlequin Romance books when I was growing up. When I got older, I tried reading them as well as other romances and… oh my god… I thought I’d go brain dead reading that drivel! Jesus Christ! I’m sorry if I offend anyone by saying that (especially you “50 Shades” fans) but I can’t stand romance stories! So I decided to write my own. No “and they lived happily ever after” shit. My stories are dark and don’t always end happily…
“Obsession is Twisted”
Not surprisingly (I hope not, anyway) I’m also in the process of writing and drawing my own manga…
This is a rather old drawing I did of my two main characters… I’d love to redraw it, but I’m just not that motivated right now. I’m still in the process of working on the storyboard, so I don’t really have the gumption to work on more complicated drawings of my characters right now. I actually had another story I wrote for a manga, but this idea was more important to me, so it took precedence. Eventually I may work on the first one…
Thomas Dolby and his obsession, Europa
And just in case you’re wondering where my inspiration came from…
This is a screen shot from the Thomas Dolby video “Europa and the Pirate Twins”. One of Thomas Dolby’s songs inspired the story for my manga and his looks somewhat inspired my male character. So I felt it only proper to use this shot for the pose of my characters. Obsession really is twisted, as you can see…
And so are you! At least, this is what this new book I bought, The Key To The Chakras, tells me…
For a long time, my uncle had been telling me I should meditate… He knew all the issues and stresses in my life and assured me that meditation would help me as it helped him. I figured I’d give it a try. My uncle is by no means a hippie and never was, not like me. He was always a responsible, normal guy with no kooky ideas.
Meditation for dummies…
I had read up a little on meditation over the years, but I never seemed able to do it correctly. The key, so they say, is to make your mind a blank. Yeah, like that’s possible for someone who’s bipolar and has a brain that’s like an internet browser with a million tabs open and about as many background programs running all the time! How the fuck do you quiet that?! The answer is… you don’t. I tried everything and still found my brain going like a hamster on a wheel. Spinning fast and getting nowhere…
One day, while shopping at one of my favorite stores, I found this book. It was right there, staring me in the face like it was waiting for me, so I bought it. Best investment ever!
If only we all had a place like this to meditate…
I read the whole book front to back in a short time, sometimes practicing the exercises as I went, some I waited until the end and went back to do. All I know is that, for the first time in my life, I was in a meditative state and felt great the entire day because of it. I know, you’re thinking it’s mumbo jumbo, right? Yeah, I thought so, too, until I was able to understand how to do it correctly. And if you’re like me, pick up that book. It’s like meditation for dummies.
The dreaded warrior pose…
My uncle also swears by yoga… It has a lot of health benefits, I admit, so I decided to try it once. I got to the “warrior pose” (pictured here) and said hell to the no… Don’t get the idea that I’m not a flexible person or hate exercise (okay, I kind of hate exercise). But there are some things in this world I physically can’t do and this pose is one of them. My kneecaps are misaligned and I have osteoarthritis. Poses like this cause pain that makes me see stars. And I can handle a lot of pain! Just not that kind…
We’re all rainbows…
Back to the subject… As I said, I recently bought a book about the chakras we all possess. It even came with a bracelet containing stones related to the chakras, which I thought was pretty cool. It’s supposed to help…
Anyway… my meditation book also discusses the chakras we all have and aligning them properly is very important to meditating correctly. But I still didn’t think I had a great understanding of them, how they work, how to access them, yada yada… So when I saw this book, I thought why not buy it? Maybe I can get a grip on myself, find some peace and serenity. I’m not sure about the whole spirituality thing, but maybe I can get a better understanding of my connection to the universe…
Had to rock the look…
I wish I could say that meditation and learning about chakras was enough to make me happy. But I can’t…
To a degree, I’m a bit vain. Looking pretty makes me feel pretty and builds my confidence. Which is important since I’m feeling a bit old…
I found this look on Facebook a while ago and I was so anxious to try it, but I wasn’t sure I’d like it on me. One day I said “fuck it” and asked my hairdresser to do it. It didn’t turn out quite as colorful because my hair is a darker brown, so the purple looks almost black unless I’m out in sunlight. But I’m rocking the purple before I’m too old to do so and it feels great!
All things expensive all in one place…
I just got my hair dyed three days ago (I love being purple again), but several days before that, I went on a bipolar shopping spree. I hate them… I spend so much money I can’t afford to spend on stupid shit. This time, I spent it on makeup at Ulta. I rarely wear makeup, but I had a coupon and figured why not, I could use some new stuff. And I never had fancy makeup. My stupidity was not looking at price tags and only looking at the colors I liked and buying a much needed set of brushes. And I got a new bottle of my go-to lotion, Hempz. Even after my coupon, I spent $269! I nearly fell over! But I was happy with my purchases…
Don’t forget it!
I guess today’s message is this… I think that outer and inner beauty kind of work hand in hand. If you look good on the outside, it gives you confidence and you feel good on the inside as well. On the other hand, if you feel beautiful on the inside, it will shine through to the outside no matter what you look like.
As my chakra book says, everyone is a rainbow! And what’s more lovely than a rainbow…?
Good heavens, I’m really starting to sound like a hippie, here, aren’t I? Well, that’s because, in many ways, I am a hippie. And I can prove it…
Peace, man… love…
I know, I know… I never show my real face. But this isn’t the face I have now, so it’s okay…
This is my baby picture! It was taken way back in… well… a long time ago. Let’s leave it at that. I’ll just say what I usually do: I came out the same year as the song “Brother Louie”. If you want to know how long ago that was, you need to go do some research.
Anyway… I always tell people I was born a hippie and I’ll die a hippie. As you can see from my hospital picture, I was making an upside down peace sign with my fingers! How funny is that…? I’ve always been proud of this picture because of that. How many people can say they were a hippie from birth and have photographic proof? Not too many, I’m sure… Peace out, man…
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