Doing bullshit since forever

Hey, deviantArt. How about not sending those notices twice a day? And please, if you do, send only one of each at a time. Okay?
Long story short, I get too many fucking notices.

Also, made a friend list over there. I'm not really aware who is a friend and who is a foe, but I decided to add a few familiar faces. Mainly because I accidentally clicked on the "your friends" link and it insulted me by simply saying "You have no friends."

Thanks for the reminder, you douchesite.

PS. My new avatar is awesome.

Don't mess with them

I've been playing this game called Dwarf Fortress a lot lately. And I have no problem with saying that it's one of the very best games I've played, ever. Used to hate it because, well, it wouldn't work. But as I found (And by "found" I mean "was provided by a pal of mine." You know who you are) a modded download (graphics pack n' stuff), I instantly tried it and it was awesome. Even though I killed most of my dwarves instantly by accident. Woops.
If you like world simulator things, dwarves, hilarious deaths, and you like retro games and/or using your imagination, I suggest you give it a shot. Take notice that this game isn't "superfast incredible awesome shit flying everywhere action"-paced. You gotta take it slow and easy with this one. While knowing that your eventual defeat will be inevitable in this game. But in this game LOSING IS FUN. Better believe it!

Original: [link] (Works with mac as well. So I can play it in school too. Ha ha!)
Graphic pack modification: [link] (Also, with little tinkering, works on a mac)

Oh, almost forgot to mention.
Started a project related to this game alone as well, a small webcomic I'll try to be updating a few times a month. We'll see how long It'll take for me to lose patience or have no further ideas. The ideas I currently have will go past December, but I'm not that sure of my patience.
Check it out if you're intrested: [link]
I'm intending on putting the next strip up later today as long as I have the energy to finish it. I slept a bit over 3 hours last night and I'm off work at 3pm. I guess I'll sleep when I get home, play some borderlands and then finish the second strip.

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PS. Turns out I have hit 50 watchers. THANK YOU, people. Yeah, even you who just go around clicking +watch on every single account you see and won't even read this. But if you did read this, I'll say that I mean it when I said thanks.

Why would you even think that?

I was browsing through dA, because I tend to do that for fun sometimes. Usually in search for some good artwork.
While I know the general userbase of dA is mediocre or below when it comes to skill and/or creativity, it still makes me wonder how the fuck I've ran into at least five people today who treat their pages like a blog. And I've been browsing for an hour or so.

News flash: DeviantArt isn't a blog.
You're wasting some precious bandwith. Or well, precious when comparing it to you. Go back to MySpace, Blogger, MyJournal or Facebook. That's where this type of stuff belongs. Not necessarily a bad thing, really. Just, keep it out of places it doesn't belong in.
And most of the time these users use a good portion of this type of sites already. What the fuck, the attention isn't enough? You'll get my attention when you start jumping on piles of rusty nails, whore.
What are these type of people thinking anyway? Why won't they realize that by adding more website pages dedicated to theirselves, they aren't any more important than anyone else. This way they just show everyone else how much of a waste of space and attention whores they are.
I want to try this sometime: I'll pose as a succesful businessman, who owns a multimillion dollar company. Suddenly I'll start paying attention to one of these people. After a while, I'll see if this person wants to meet (I'll tell I'd buy a gift. Gullible idiots...). Then, I'll see how many minutes from meeting in person it takes for them to start sucking my sack.
Speaking of which, what's with the "emo whore" look? Every single one seems to be using more pigment on their face than an oil painting by Picasso. That, and always black, medium length hair, pulled over their right eye. If you don't want to have depth perception, why don't you just scoop your other eye out with a rusty spoon? At least it would look more intelligent than having your face covered with whiny-bitch-hair.

Now, lets move on to the "art" they post. Seemingly photos of yourselves taken through your bathroom mirror is art. Either that or you're too fucking stupid to use the timer feature found in EVERY DIGITAL CAMERA TODAY.
The other type of "art" they post is images of their pets, the local park or a local McDonalds/Burger King/Generic Store. That's deep. Especially if you modify the contrast with a little tweaking on photoshop. "Check out McDonalds, it's creepy, dark and edgy!" No, it's a fast food restaurant. For once, do something good and impale yourself on a fence. Oh, and if you figure out how to use that timer thing on your shitty camera, take a picture! I'm honest, that'd be the most artistic thing you'll do. And, it shows true dedication to art!

Oh and the comments... Help me God, the comments... Every single comment is a one-liner. Usually commented on photos and complex paintings, such as "This is pretty", "So cute", "I love the way you painted this" and "This is gorgeus". Yes, "gorgeus".
There are a few people stupid enough to show what they really seek when they comment on popular artwork: attention. Some Swedish whore actually commented like this on a Daily Deviation: "this is nice. check out my swedish gallery ;*"
Tell me one good reason why she wouldn't deserve to die.

I hate these people.
They'd propably be stupid enough to die in a fire.
Lets hope that happens.

I am asking seriously.

I have a feeling I'd like to do some commissions. Cheap sketches or even bigger works. I don't have enough of a self esteem to try and make something "great" as commissions, though. Or well, maybe money will motivate me. Ha ha.

Anyways, I was thinking that I need to see how I'll deal with the requests of other people, but because I really think that an artist needs to get paid for his/her work, free requests are out of the question.

Tell me what you think of the idea. Should I do commissions or not and why?
Or if you don't really feel like commenting properly, you can choose one of these five choices:

A) No, you shouldn't do commissions. Ever. Period.
B) Well, I think you'd need more audience to get commissioned...
C) I'd commission you, but I have no money/paypal :[ (Translated: I don't want to commission you, because your work isn't worth my money)
D) Actually, I'd like to commission you, but I need to know how much I'd need to pay for it.
E) Pancakes.

Fucking seriously

Alright, this morning went fairly well. So did the time between that and 3pm, although it was boring at work. So, naturally, I was sipping coffee all day to stay awake. 3pm, I left work. And now we get to the stuff that you might find hilarious while it in reality is utter shit.

Half way through my half an hour walk to the bus stop I needed to be in, my bladder says that evacuation is required because of me slurping coffee all day. Well, 15 minutes walking to the bus stop without pissing myself and I'm right on schedule. But the bus isn't. I thought that if I went to that local cafe for a whizz, I'd miss the bus. And the next one would arrive 30 minutes later. So, I waited. Ten minutes late the bus arrives and I couldn't be more pissed off.
The bus is crowded and once I'm inside, there's only one seat left. I first thought of sitting there until I noticed the horrid stentch there. So I decided to stand.
Turned out that the bus driver is one of those psycho drivers that propably doesn't even have a license. This guy was breaking speed limits with a few ton bus with a full load of people, taking steep turns in high speed and not breaking on speed bumps. I was like a fucking ragdoll and my bladder was about to explode. I was one more bump to the wall of the bus away from informing the bus driver that "this is not the time for tokyo drifting you lunatic!" Apparently the captain of Bullshit Express decided to go on like this the entire trip, so I decided to take that last seat. Now to hope that there wasn't any annoying bi- "HELLO!"
For fucks sake I can promise you that I could feel my blood pressure rise so high that I could feel my heart pound in my toes. This bitch seemed to be horribly retarded because she was talking like she had a pound of jello in her mouth and she was smacking her lips mid sentence. But she didn't have anyone to take care of her. So retardation was out of the question. I guess she just has a certain fatal disease. This disease is best known as Stupid and it's pretty common nowadays.
She starts talking to me about stupid bullshit nobody cares about. For one she said that "this morning was pretty dark." What? I was up since 6am and I can honestly say that the sun was shining brighter than ever. I guess your morning can be dark when you have your head up your ass. Moron. And a few times she asked a question with her stupid fucking voice. I just replied with "Harrumph" on a few but once I left one unnoticed, she went "DID YOU HEAR ME, HEY, HEY!? HEY!?!?!? HEY, LISTEN!" Seriously, it was that fucking Zelda fairy's stupid incest-spawn sister. There was not one second of this horrendous trip when I didn't want to dropkick her on the face. I bet the people near my seat would've applauded. It would've been badass. But the fact that I was too busy holding piss inside my bladder, I just couldn't stand up and do a dropkick.
20 minutes later she leaves the bus while I continue the trip. I observed out of intrest where she would walk. And I swear to god, that monkey was walking towards the closest forest. I hope she got lost and a bear shut her dumbass mouth.
Seriously, people this stupid shouldn't be allowed to live. The only way to cure Stupid is decapitation with a rusty axe. Natural selection just doesn't have any power anymore. It's bullshit.
Update: Was chatting with a friend, told him about this and he asked instantly "Was she hot?" What the fuck, man? No, she wasn't hot. At least not hot enough to stop me from pouring down boiling oil on her face without a feeling of any remorse, anyways. We are no longer friends, dipshit.
A few moments later I got out of the bus and went home as quick as I could. I opened the door, went in, ripped my jeans off while hurrying in the bathroom. And then I pissed like a man; all over the place. Seriously, while most of it went in the toilet, at least a liter of gold was on the floor tiles and my shoes.
Have a nice fucking day.